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Fox the fox Rat the rat You can ape the ape I know about that There is one thing you must be sure of I can't take any more

It's an easy class 3 gully.

smoke on the water, fire in the sky

olyclimber loks like slothrop's avatar

you hear her calling everywhere you turn you know you're headed for the pleasure burn but the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue she's the real thing but you knew it all along

Drinking the blood of jesus Drinking it right from his veins Learning to swim in the ocean Learning to prowl in his name The body of christ looked unto me A preacher with god-given hands He wants you to suck on the holy ghost And swallow the sins of man

Fuck tha police, coming straight from the underground A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown

Saturday: hike up to Angels Crest. too many parties in front at 10 AM. decide to do NN Arete instad. hike around. great adventure with trundling, mclane description is a bit unusual, but we more or less followed the line. expect some dirt. "birthing pitch" is hype, its just a chockstone. Sat night. bivi by the river. horrendous bugs. some guy and dog walks by at 5:30 or 6: AM to tell us "bears like to swim across the river and they will jostle you around". wake up in AM to find slug trails across my bivi sack. sunday. back to angels crest. arrive just in front of one other party, mark and chris. they pass us after angel crack. as it turns out, they arent really any faster so we run into them at every belay. ahead of them, and first on the route, is a horribly slow party of 3 - dad and son from edmonton, dad's girlfriend from vancouver. climbing one at a time and taking over an hour and a half per pitch on some pitches. oh for some bearbangers to launch off at them! my old friend dave and his wife show up behind us and join the traffic jam. i find a slug from last night has hitched a ride up the climb in my pack and it gets pitched off below the acrophobes. after endless waiting up the ridge, the party of 3 FINALLY traverses off into the gully just before the whaleback pitch. the rest of us sprint for the summit as it is now sunset... mark and chris arrive at the top first, leave us their headlamp at 8:45 PM and run down the trail. mer and i wait for dave and kristina and then navigate down the trail by the light of the borrowed headlamp to arrive back at the aprom parking lot at 11 pm, can you believe 13 hours round trip! it started raining heavily 5 minutes after we got back to the car. would have sucked to bivi up there. the party of 3 was never seen again and may still be pitching out 4th class chockstones in the north gully.

now they got me in a cell cause my records they sell cause a brother like me said well, farrakhans a prophet that I think you oughtta listen to

sciurophobia - an irrational and persistent fear of squirrels (Lutraphobia- Fear of otters.)

I don't believe male rabbits are called "bucks". I believe they are called "Bugs"

Russia's Biggest Spammer Brutally Murdered 'Vardan Kushnir, notorious for sending spam to each and every citizen of Russia who appeared to have an e-mail, was found dead in his Moscow apartment on Sunday, Interfax reported Monday. He died after suffering repeated blows to the head.' *Mankind rejoices: http://www.mosnews.com/commentary/2005/07/26/spamassassin.shtml Russian Media Hails Spammer’s Murder Created: 26.07.2005 12:43 MSK (GMT +3), Updated: 13:13 MSK Anton Nossik MosNews.Com "Russia’s most (in)famous spammer, Vardan Kushnir, 35, was dead in his apartment in downtown Moscow on Monday, July 25. Someone repeatedly smashed his head with a heavy object, authorities say, and then ransacked his entire apartment. The authorities have obviously got no clue as to who that someone might have been. And, as a matter of fact, they don’t seem to really care: every day between 10 and 20 people meet a violent death in Russia’s capital, and a significant part of those crimes remains unsolved (Russia’s Interior Ministry reports 1,935 unsolved murders, 73,000 burglaries and 11,400 robberies between January and May in this year alone). There is no reason for Moscow’s law enforcement officials to give Kushnir’s case any special treatment, so they most probably won’t. But the Moscow-based media is awash with comments and speculations, expounding one simple, albeit largely irrational, theory: someone (ranging from God almighty to an irate IT office worker) finally punished Vardan Kushnir for his seemingly unstoppable spamming activities. Indeed, the deceased must have been the most hated person among 17.6 million Internet users in Russia, whom he continuously spammed over the last few years, sending out tons of email ads for his language courses. These feelings are shared by many among the 20 million Russian-speaking Internet users outside the country, whom he also plagued with unsolicited ads, both text and graphical: despite limiting its offers to Muscovites only, the American Language Center did send mail to locations as remote as California, Canada or the office network of the Weizmann Institute in Rehovot, in Israel. Russian-language media, both online and offline, has made little effort to conceal one central thought when dealing with the spammer’s demise: that somehow the late Mr. Kushnir got what he deserved. “The Spammer Had it Coming”, one headline reads. “Spam is Deadly”, “Ignoble Death Becomes Russia’s Top Spammer”, “An Ultimate Solution to the Spam Problem” - 84 Russian-language news captions on Kushnir’s murder, retrieved by the Yandex News search engine within a day of the event, seem to share the general feeling

abra abra cadabra, i'm gonna reach out and grab ya

The kid is hot tonight, whoa, so hot tonight, but where will he be tomorrow?

Mongo

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ass in front!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/4730061.stm Let's have a contest to name it! There's already a Uranus so I propose to name it "Horsecock"

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Getting pagetops is all about the snaffle, and that's ALL it's about. What goes on on pagebottom, though,. stays on pagebottom..

PowerGel, GU, ClifShot etc.

You Got The Weight To Make Me Heavy

looks like the batteries exploded try explaining THAT in the ER.

if you can't afford $39.99, how many goats and cows is it for a park pass?

herpendoscopy