One Hundred Issues of LeisureSuit.net
As we write this, we've just put the finishing touches on our 100th issue. Amazing that we'd reach this milestone relatively free from lawsuits and bankruptcy. Yet here we are.

And we couldn't have done it without you, our readers. Well, technically we could have, but without you guys out there always bitching and moaning and sending us nasty letters, we never would have found the reservoir of anger to make it this far.

To celebrate this 100th issue we've put together a little look back at some great stuff we've published, a montage of some of our favorite images from the 100 issues, and then some reflections from our staff--the guys who worked so hard, drunk or sober, to make the magazine work every week.

Enjoy this 100th issue, and enjoy our archives, and thanks for reading.

Four Years in the Bush Begins
Another milestone this week--not quite as momentous as our 100th issue, but still probably worth a mention. That guy--fuck, we still can't bring ourselves to say his name so easy--got sworn in as the new president.

Before his inauguration speech he predicted that the speech would last about 12 minutes, but, according to the Times, "he said with his trademark grin that it might take longer should there be interruptions for applause."

He needn't have worried. There were some hoots and hollers when he talked about tax cuts and missile defense, but for the most part the audience sat on their hands. And of course they did--who the fuck could figure out what he was talking about??

We got the basic theme: it was about niceness. It's good to be nice. It's nice to be nice. We should all be nice. We were called upon as Americans to do "small things with great love," which clearly summed up how Bush sees himself: as a small man with great love.

But that was pretty much all we could follow. Nine sentences out of ten, we couldn't figure out a damn thing dude was saying. Something about an angel on a whirlwind running over some dude named Jericho by the side of the road . . . What are these fucking obscure mystical references? Does he think he's the Dennis Miller of backwoods religion?

By the end we were so confused that when the military fired the 21-gun salute we thought for a second they were shooting at him, and we cried out, "yeah! Get 'im!"

Then after the speech mercifully ended, Bush started to cry (it's the one thing we know he does well). But that's fine, because we were crying too, but not because we were happy. Hell, God expressed his displeasure with that fucking drizzle--even He cried.

Yes, it was a bad bad day on the steps of the Capitol. Here's hoping we making through the next four years.

CORRECTION:
Last week we announced that Jesus Christ is our personal Lord and savior. This week, in retrospect, we realized that he's just some long-haired Yid who got nailed to a cross.

We regret the error.