Dru

what if everyone did as you suggested and joined up - who would keep the economy running? what if i couldn't order a burger or a beer because all the no-hope losers with dead end jobs had suddenly not only decided to enlist, but actually made it through training and into the service?

send send send you blew the onsight and settled for the redpoint!

false.

the best solution is not to fall over on easy snow!

he wasn't running in my riding.... I voted for a former Major in the Canadian army who served in Kosovo and ran the Fraser Health Region for 5 years afterwards.

photos of giant americans thread coming right up...

noder nodddder n.o.d.d.e.r noughtder ndder noddder no_dder the_nodder

you can't choke yourself. your grip slackens when you fall unconscious. you can always bite thru your tongue and die from the blood loss though!

Yes it does sound odd cause You should preferably say "There WERE a large amount of climbers etc etc." The conceit that a collective noun itself is singular is soo 20th c. No if you will excuse me I have to dethaw a turkey

F9/11 more impact than Noddder? I doubtter it.

The English language is an amazing evolving thing and that's why we don't prithee and thou like in ye olden days. Thou base cowards that wouldst hide thine heads in ye sand and pretend newly coined verbiage or sesquipedalian malapropisms are somehow of ruder stock are elitist prigs methinks. And y'all can't represent like l33t haxxors. Dig?

funny i thought draggintail was in the ALPINE LAKES FORUM

if you print the pictures and stack them you can make a flip book movie yourself

KEITH Maupin?

please stay on topic rudy. you have already digressed once. if you want to chestbeat about how you should be allowed to veer wackily off topic, start a new thread in "spray" about it.

or you could drive to hozomeen thru canada, puff puff

dear rudy please try and stay on topic the argument of this thread is if it is ever ok to retrobolt existing trad routes, bolt on artificial holds or chip holds on existing or new routes your plea for coexistence of these practices with traditional climbing and chip-free, fake-hold-free, not-bolting-cracks "traditional" sport climbing is therefore spurious. these practices are unsupportable and cannot coexist with real climbing and should be abolished, expunged, destroyed, abominated, abhorred, jihaded against, and declared anathaema wherever they are found to have sprung up like a nasty rash. it's really simple - if you want to bolt up a sport route, find - 1) a line that will go without subversive alterations and 2) a line with no natural pro. bolt the fuck out of it, grease your skinny legs with vaseline, force your lycra on, stick clip the draws and have at'er. THAT is the only acceptable coexistence. If on the other hand, your line has blank sections YOU can't free, or is too loose to be safe, hmmmm - maybe you should go somewhere else. Cause it sounds like your proposed line sux and there is no rock shortage in the pnw....

i am

in these cases the person "establishing" a sport route is not "peacefully coexisting" with the existing trad route but rather destroying it

what, no cougars???

Big Night On The Town drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water. damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks part of one of your shirt sleeves. It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak. you order a bottle of beer. Madame Death walks up to you wearing a dress. she sits down, you buy her a beer, she stinks of swamps, presses a leg against you. the bar tender sneers. you've got him worried, he doesn't know if you're a cop, a killer, a madman or an Idiot. you ask for a vodka. you pour the vodka into the top of the beer bottle. It's one a.m. In a dead cow world. you ask her how much for head, drink everything down, it tastes like machine oil. you leave Madame Death there, you leave the sneering bartender there. you have remembered where your room is. the room with the full bottle of wine on the dresser. the room with the dance of the roaches. Perfection in the Star Turd where love died laughing. Charles Bukowski

did you look in your partners chalkbag and pack - thats usually where my missing cams turn up...

what is coexistence about retrobolting existing routes?