Dru

fuck yeah!

cause if theres a party of 4 you need 4 dirtbikes and then 2 big trucks to carry your dirtbikes to the trailhead whereas you might as well just drive up in your one big truck if you own it why are you reading alpine selerct? did the pardon come through and they're letting you across the border??

i dont think there are cornices left ANYWHERE. they fall off when it gets hot.

Having been properly taught, I know the difference between taut and taught.

there are 3 pitch 5.11 alpine routes in orygun

the things that make us proud canadians like decriminalized marijuana!

snopes.com debunked the second one, it's still funny though

the deuce (middendorff) attributed part of his and xaver bongard's survival and success on great trango, to a training regime which included free soloing 5.11s while tripping on acid the theory was that by freesoloing while hallucinating in the "safe" environment of Yosemite Valley, it would prepare them for hallucinations and general distorted mindset of being heavily fatigued and strung out by a gnarly big wall climb at 6000m+

my precioussssssssss

O Canada! Our home and native land! True patriot love in all thy sons command. With glowing hearts we see thee rise, The True North, strong and free! From far and wide, O Canada, We stand on guard for thee. God keep our land glorious and free ! O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

according to stevie haston, all the mixed climbers who climb harder than him do so because of drug use. i guess he considers red bull a drug and french wine not a drug.

the NEW SMITH ROCKS GUIDE!!

don't forget to wish drunken teenagers a happy july 4th when they say happy canada day!

joe bialek is a spambot see here: spambot you have all been trolled!

the fool! if only he'd made the pockets further apart it'd be 15c!!!

snaffle ch'otter

Ode To Wine Pablo Neruda Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth as a golden sword, soft as lascivious velvet, wine, spiral-seashelled and full of wonder, amorous, marine; never has one goblet contained you, one song, one man, you are choral, gregarious, at the least, you must be shared. At times you feed on mortal memories; your wave carries us from tomb to tomb, stonecutter of icy sepulchers, and we weep transitory tears; your glorious spring dress is different, blood rises through the shoots, wind incites the day, nothing is left of your immutable soul. Wine stirs the spring, happiness bursts through the earth like a plant, walls crumble, and rocky cliffs, chasms close, as song is born. A jug of wine, and thou beside me in the wilderness, sang the ancient poet. Let the wine pitcher add to the kiss of love its own. My darling, suddenly the line of your hip becomes the brimming curve of the wine goblet, your breast is the grape cluster, your nipples are the grapes, the gleam of spirits lights your hair, and your navel is a chaste seal stamped on the vessel of your belly, your love an inexhaustible cascade of wine, light that illuminates my senses, the earthly splendor of life. But you are more than love, the fiery kiss, the heat of fire, more than the wine of life; you are the community of man, translucency, chorus of discipline, abundance of flowers. I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine. Drink it, and remember in every drop of gold, in every topaz glass, in every purple ladle, that autumn labored to fill the vessel with wine; and in the ritual of his office, let the simple man remember to think of the soil and of his duty, to propagate the canticle of the wine.

PUBLIC ENEMY foo

...nothin that the black man can use to earn burn alaska burn

FRED BECKEY = TERRORIST

"sea" any "otter"s up there?

correction as of right now

YOU CAN'T FAKE BAGPIPES!

I flush my steaming wand all the time