The meaning of life perhaps ?

The lint of wisdom.

The pants Joel never washed, which is why we are all here! (its a long story)

"The hole". :) *** Trolls apparently have no sense of humor...

You know how when you get to the bottom of a bag of pretzels/potato chips/cheez doodles/honey roasted peanuts there's always that weird granular mixture of crumbs and highly-concentrated flavor? I bet that's what's there!

A pile of recipes that help us stay awake when we are on AnswerBag till the wee hours of the night.

The Answerbag has no bottom. It is not bottom-less, per se, but it does not have a bottom. Knowledge has limit; once something is known, it is known. Wisdom, however, is unending. Wisdom deepens and evolves into more wisdom. Wisdom also transforms the one who has it and a little more of the world they are in contact with. This is how it spreads. Answerbag, while full of knowledge, is also dotted with gleaming pearls of eternal wisdom. These spiral off into ever greater and more wisdom, like an intricately and immensely detailed fractal. This is how Answerbag can be both finite and infinite. This is how Answerbag can be both broad-reaching and intensely personal. This is why Answerbag has no bottom. Whoops. Sorry. You asked for funny, didn't you?

Belly Button Lint: I keep thinking of a cloth bag whenever I see those bags for people who did not choose an avatar. That makes me think of reaching down into it and finding nothing but lint. That in turn makes me think of belly button lint. I hope I never have to reach into the bottom of that bag!!

footprints

I'm afraid we'll never know. No one who has ventured to the bottom has ever returned. Scientists have recently had a major breakthrough, however, in the discovery that the missing socks from our dryers are ending up in the same place.

Those overalls that Mrs Murphy forgot about and ended up at the bottom of her chowder.

Trolls! They lurk in the bottom of the bag, Its their hideout! I just know it!!!

The people that rate down answers. They hide there so you can't get them.

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

A label that says: 35% wisdom. 30% humour. 25% knowledge. 20% polyester. 5.6 % people who cannot add. Take care when washing as colours may run. May contain nuts.

I've actually been there. I was bored one day, so I started digging. Within minutes, I found the Anonymous levels, filled with desperate souls tring to rate each other up to having usernames. Below that were the religious fanatics who were fighting among themselves over "my God can beat up your God". I got out of there quick. I descended through several layers of what seemed to be electrical and gas supplies, 3 different unused subway systems(!) and suddenly broke through on to the Troll levels at the sewer system depth. The smell! Horrors! But surprisingly, that was not the end. The layers just kept coming, I started to lose track -- there was a whole set of Dead Users layers, Inactive Users, and Undead users. At level -1234, there was 6 levels of free parking! Finally I got down to a place that seemed like the ABSOLUTE bottom. No more digging to do, so I rested. I lit up a match to see what was in this dark, cavernous room, and saw on the wall a red switch marked (of course) "Do not press." Well, nobody tells ME what not to do. Of course I pressed it, and immediately there was a loud "whoosh" like a train racing past, the floor dropped away, and I fell with a thump onto the floor of Hell itself -- red lava, stalagmites scraping the low ceiling, the screams of the damned, and a horned man facing away with hard red skin. Slowly he turned around to greet this newest arrival. "AB-Joel!?" I cried out, and took a step back in horror, losing my balance. I don't remember how I got back up here. Actually I'm not even sure I'm still me.

The number 42.

Poor little unanswered questions. ... or pixelated feet. With toe jam. :]

Run on sentences that make no sense.

At the bottom of the answerbag is profundity...one just has to make it through the superfluous and trivial to get there, and...sometimes that is a looooooooong train ride.

i belife the holey grale is

Bow2thelord

Just a huge load of BullSh*t -- the overflow from thousands and thousands of answers

an elf with a sparkler

I'm sure someone has already said poo so I'm guessing one man sitting back laphing his ass off not expecting people to ask the kind of questions they do

A stitched in pipe feed directly back to the top. This is why we get so many re-asked questions. Recirculation makes the timing for these either better or worse on a given day. Some flag and rid us of them. Some rate them up or down and they get answers. Attached to this pipe is also a release valve. Every once in a while all the questions build up in it and it has to be purged. That's why new questons are asked every day. This is so they can take up the room of the ones that are purged out of the system all together. At least that's what I think....

Probably a submarine with these two guys.(Voyage to The Bottom of the "Answerbag" Sea). Answer two. All the missing AB sock puppets.