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That explains the infestation of avacado trees in my backyard.

"The new Honda and Suzuki twins will, without question, put a smile on your face, no matter which one you pick. They've got such an amazing amount of torque right from idle, it takes a lot of self-control (and practice) to keep the front wheel down. That goes double for the TL, which is simply a brute with no manners. It needs to get some, though, in order to compete with the SuperHawk for best street bike. The TL has an awkward riding position, reminiscent of a GSX-R, that makes you feel like you're riding right over the front tire. The Honda, on the other hand, goes through corners with a very neutral, lightweight feel, albeit not quite as quickly as the TL can, but so what? You shouldn't be going that fast on the street anyway. Not really flickable, but easy to point in the right direction, with a comfortable seating position to boot. Add to that a beautiful look, and the choice becomes that much easier to make: The Honda will treat you with some manners, and deliver your day's riding in style."

A few more shots from the Peninsula. Sunbathing, Washington-style.

Monkeynursing?

Don't know if it was posted before, but here is a use survey for the Squamish area. Survey

Thanks. Gotta keep up the photoassaults since Distel's out of pocket.

Hit the peninsula for some beach time. WTF, 60's and sunny -

A locksmith is sent to an asylum for the insane to change some cell locks. While he is changing the lock in the first cell, he notices the inmate is making motions like a baseball player about to bat. The locksmith asks the inmate what he is doing, and the inmate says: "I'm Babe Ruth! As soon as I hit a homerun, I'm out of here!" The locksmith goes on with his work. In the next cell, he sees the inmate making motions like a golfer. Again he asks, and the inmate says: "Don't you recognize me? I'm Tiger Woods, as soon as I score a Hole-In-One I'm out of here!" The locksmith shakes his head and goes on to change the lock on the last cell. In the cell, he sees a naked man with an enormous errection and peanut balanced on the tip of it. The locksmith is puzzled and says: "And what are you doing to get out of here?" The naked man says: "Get out of here? I'll never get out of here, can't you see I'm fucking nuts?!"

'course, the aftermath of the meal - No Beef Left Behind: And "Dammit, we're mising the Third Monkey!"

Climb: Hueco Tanks, TX 2/15-22/05-pebblewrestling Date of Climb: 2/15/2005 Trip Report: Took a spring trip to the Tanks for a bit of Desert Time with 6 other Seattle folks - Did some sending: did some sitting: did some Michael Jordon imitations: did some falling: Took some Distel-stlye photo assaults of Prana babes for the edification of moss-covered cascadians everywhere: Honored the proud cattle who gave their lives for us by eating them: Weathered a thunderstorm: which passed and left us with blue skies and green desert: Appreciated the 500-1,000 year old grafitti: And the sunsets: Gear Notes: Phat pads losta hot sauce 8 for $1 avacados from the Vista Mercado Approach Notes: Don't kick the cactus in your Tevas.

Every day at the office, a male co-worker walks up very close to a lady standing at the coffee machine, inhales a big breath of air and tells her that her hair smells nice. After a week of this, she can't stand it anymore, takes her complaint to a supervisor in the personnel department and states that she wants to file a sexual harassment grievance against him. The Human Resources supervisor is puzzled by this decision and asks, "What's sexually threatening about a co-worker telling you your hair smells nice?" The woman replies, "It's Keith, the midget."

... and HST writes a motorcycle review (1995).

a "Lost Weekend" - a beer chased by a fifth of Jack Daniels.

Single malt Isley scotches: Laphroig, Lagavulein, Bowmore, etc....

That's okay, but if you really want to be cool, you can pick them out a gift from their bridal registry at Macy's. Dammit, someone already snagged the pickle dish.

Nah, my dad had the album. The TJ Brass rock.

Exactly.

Klondike 5 at Conot Byrne

AIEEEE!!! Retreat!!!! Retreat!!!

Back off, or I'll slowly and inexorably slide over your house, leaving nothing but a scoured plain. That is, if I can get past this damn global warming thing.

Broken hearts "Confirming the wisdom of the poets and philosophers, doctors say the sudden death of a loved one really can cause a broken heart. In fact, they have dubbed the condition 'broken heart syndrome'."

ONDON (Reuters) - A British woman was sentenced to two and a half years in jail Thursday for ripping off her ex-lover's testicle with her bare hands during a drunken brawl after he refused her sex. Amanda Monti, 24, flew into a rage in May last year after Geoffrey Jones, 37, who had ended their long-term relationship, rejected her advances. She grabbed him by the genitals, tearing off his left testicle, then hid it in her mouth before a friend of Jones handed it back to him saying "that's yours." Monti, of Birkenhead, near Liverpool, pleaded guilty to unlawful wounding at an earlier hearing.

could be a windshirt: And he didn't even take his dog.