If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, forget em', cause, man, they're gone. –Jack Handey
Question #91173 posted on 04/25/2018 2:23 p.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

Is this it? Is this the end of the Board as we know it?

-Board Question #24269


Dear Aziraphale,

Who am I now
When all the things I once knew have started to bow
Like a ship without a prow

I must admit to feeling quite lost
As though this existence has started exacting its cost...

I believe I must go
Though why I don't precisely know
Nevertheless, thus it shall be so

Goodbye my dear friends
May you find better ends

Than this, the fate of the Board



Dear person,

Okay. Bye forever.



Dear Sentient Board,

Some said the Board would end in fire,
Some said in ice.
From what I’d tasted of desire
I held with those who favored fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I thought I knew enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Was also great
And would have sufficed.
But turns out it was just an arbitrary date set by The Right Reverend Rusky Roo.


It's been real,

-Frère Rubik


Dear Maybe You Should Sit Down,

I hate to break it to you but it's the end of the world as we know it.

This it it. This is the end. Hold your breath and count to ten.

Now it's time for so long. But we'll sing just one more song.

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night. I hate to go and leave the board behind!

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Never to return,

Dear you,

We had a wonderful run, didn't we? But even the greatest things must come to an end. Do not cry, my friends. Be like a guppy. Choose to forget. Because then you will never stay sad. Choose to crave peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, to swim all day, to develop a five second memory, to love humuhumunuku... humuhumunuku... humu...

Wait. What am I doing? What is this? I need to go...do something. What was I doing?

Um. What was my name?


Dear BQ,

Well, I wasn't planning on retiring yet, but I guess it's the right thing to do at this point. It's been real, friends.



Dear you,

Alas, it appears the Board is coming to an end.

See you later, trash cans.




Dear reader, 

Right now, you probably think we're joking.


-Sunday Night Banter