blacknightteg's essay has inspired me to concoct my own:

The Beauty That is the Whore's Lounge:

I come home from work knowing that there is an escape from my tedious, long day. An escape so powerful in my mind that it compares to an inmate breaking out of San Quentin. The bowels of Hell spew forth ardorous flames through my incessant, flamed out posts. The noobs, like the ugly duckling, get treated as if they were the kids in your 7th grade class sitting in the corner playing D&D. Just seeing my name at the bottom on the "WHO'S ONLINE" list cower in fear when their fingers hover over the ENTER button, about to submit a post. WHen the few times that I do help someone out, the other members look at me as if I had just jumped off the ship from a Leper colony. But I don't mind. Like a good Jedi trick, I'm all in their minds. Making them cringe when they look down the list of posts in the Whore's Lounge and see the latest reply was by quickdodgeŽ in a post that they had posted in earlier. And with my final post of the day, I feel like I have just swan freely across the San Francisco Bay.

Later, QD.