For our 100th edition, we asked the LeisureSuit.net staffers to sober up and write a few words about what LeisureSuit.net has meant to them. Here's what some of our writers and editors had to say:

William S. Repsher, Staff Writer
I remember the time I saw Jordan naked in the locker room at a midtown NY Sports Club. Actually, it was hard to see him naked, as he was sort of cowering in the corner and not making eye contact. Usually when you see someone you know by chance in a situation like that, it's like the meeting of the clans in the Highlands. But this was more like I had caught him masturbating in his bedroom. Afterwards, I thought, "Man, that was weird."

The following week, Jordan wrote a "Tales of Hoffman" column about this experience--actually, he seemed to have met a few more people he knew in that locker room. And I realized that this was one of his phobias, no doubt reinforced by some high-school incident(s) in which he somehow felt humiliated in a locker room situation. It hit me then how loony Jordan was. That I could care less how big or small his dick was. That he made himself stand out more by being even more self-conscious. That I was almost tempted to grab a towel and start snapping it at him while yelling, "Freshmen suck!" And that it was totally irrelevant to me how he looked naked.

And that's what LeisureSuit means--meant for guys like you--who don't want other men seeing their dicks in a locker room.

Chris Tyrrell, Staff Writer
What is it about LeisureSuit.net that will stay with me forever? Is it the weeks and months I spent honing my research skills by investigating such luminary personalities as Willy Wonka, Stanley Kubrick, and Satan? Is it the Yaks that (of late) have come in the form of death threats? Is it all those groggy Monday mornings, showing up to the LeisureSuit offices, with two fingers of gin in my belly, and passing out in a platter of deli meats at the comedy table, sandwiched between Mr. Jordan Hoffman and Mr. Kerry Douglas Dye? Nay; thrice nay, I say. It is the misogyny. That sweet, sweet misogyny in the oh so many soft-core "articles" written by my peers. Objectification and dehumanization of women, like a rock-and-roll flame, will not burn out! Peace.

Kerry Douglas Dye, Co-Founder/Senior Editor
When we made the top of the Details magazine Hot List in December 1999, we made a conscious decision not to publicize the fact. We thought it was kind of neat to be considered cool by the self-appointed arbiters of what's cool, but Details magazine isn't what we're about, baby. For me (and I might be the only guy on staff who feels this way), LeisureSuit.net has always been first and foremost a magazine of scholarship.

Bear with me here. In the area of social criticism and gender analysis, our little magazine has been right at the forefront of the discourse. We've even been--no bullshit--required reading in a gender studies class at a well-known liberal arts college (well not the whole magazine--just an article we published about a chick who gets naked on the Internet). In the area of movies and the arts, Leonard Maltin is way outclassed by a massive work of scholarship like Bill Repsher's 70's Cult Movie Guide. And move over New Yorker magazine, 'cause staff writer Chris Tyrrell makes that shit look about as clever as Bazooka Joe comics, and as stale as the Bazooka gum found therein. My favorite piece of his: a sadly underread bit of dada genius called The Hole Truth: a condensed novel.

Am I deluded to believe that LeisureSuit.net is a work of social significance? Perhaps, but when half your magazine's content is about jerking off to supermodels and stalking television stars, you'll think whatever you need to help you sleep at night. And that's what works for me.

Jordan Hoffman, Co-Founder/Senior Editor
LeisureSuit's 100 issues have given me a lot. Most meaningful has been its ability to get me out of annoying social obligations. Anything I haven't wanted to do in the past two years, I could always talk my way out with "Kerry's having some trouble with something for an upcoming issue and I gotta be at my computer for the next hour."

Getting free shit from record labels has been nice.

But, without question, the best are the Yaks. It's really rewarding to get that once-in-a-while Yak from a User who really understands what you're trying to do. Whether it's someone who loves that obscure band, or someone who just went through that same bit of bullshit that's described in Tales of Hoffman, or someone who's quoting you for their high school report.

Sterling Hayden's widow commenting on the D.I.Y. Hayden Film Festival was a treat. Folks who thought the Ghostbusters Musical was real was another good time. We've even granted permission to have it performed at a few high schools--no idea if that's actually happened.

Of course, the best are the posters to the Jay-Z review. Dozens and dozens of misguided people who actually think they are writing to Jay-Z. This one will always be my favorite: