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I went to the REI booksection and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the hiking self help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.

Heh Dru, if you shoot a mime, do you have to use a silencer?

REI is much too queer if you be lookin' for climbin' gear

lurker contest needed winner to have a date with aquaboy

Want some spray?? It can be arrainged.

That's the key, Dru. More money. Like everything else in life, one gets what one pays for. If you'd like a very experienced sales staff at REI, the company will have to pony-up journeyman wages. I'd say a minimum of $38,000 per year with benefits. Don't laugh...that starting package would most likely attract some very knowledgeable climber/sales persons. One or two such persons per district is all it would take. Will they do it? Hell no. Good idea though, if I say so myself.

Somebody ought to raise the danger flag on the mountaineers if they're incompetent. That's just flippin' wrong. Maybe a lawsuit or two would weed out the trash.

Two weeks ago I went to Feathered Friends and purchased a Helios Goose Down Jacket. It is really nice, and well made. Good shit from a good store.

Trained at MacDonalds...whatcha expect??

"Hey hey mama, way you shake dem boobs;wanna lick yo crack, wanna fill yo groove..." Forty

YTROF

"Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg;The way you squeeze my lemon,I..I'm gonna fall right out of bed." 40 [ 04-03-2002: Message edited by: trask ]

40

I'm disappointed in the Lynnwood branch climbing dept. I went there expecting to stock up on some cool climbing biner key rings and funky spandex shorts. All they had were a couple pair of Pranas and some big-ass industrial biners. My keys wouldn't fit. How can I pose without the right shit??

Truthfully, I was there...lurking. Didn't y'all see me at the bar?

No, that lightweight pussy is all talk. I hope trask never gets laid again, the dipshit! eat this trask, you know you like it

Mother Nature is remarkedly resilient. She'll take care of her own, when push comes to shove. Hang on for the ride boys...the end is near!

A dietitian was once addressing a large audience in Chicago: "The material we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting here, years ago. Red meat is awful. Soft drinks erode your stomach lining. Chinese food is loaded with MSG. Vegetables can be disastrous, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the germs in our drinking water." "But there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and we all have eaten or will eat it. Can anyone here tell me what food it is that causes the most grief and suffering for years after eating it?" A 75-year-old man in the front row stood up and said, "Wedding cake."

Michael the Dragon Master was an official in King Arthur's court. He had a long-standing obsession to nuzzle the beautiful Queen's voluptuous breasts. But he knew the penalty for this would be death. One day he revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio, who was the King's chief physician. Horatio said, "I can arrange it, but I will need 1,000 gold coins to pay bribes." Michael the Dragon Master readily agreed. The next day Horatio made up a batch of itching powder and poured a little of it into the Queen's brassiere while she was taking a bath. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew in intensity. Upon being called to the royal chambers, Horatio told the King that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown such a saliva was only to be found in Michael the Dragon Master's mouth. King Arthur summoned Michael the Dragon Master. Michael the Dragon Master slipped the antidote lotion into his mouth and for the next four hours worked passionately on the Queen's magnificent breasts. Satisfied, he returned to his chamber and found Horatio demanding payment. However, with his obsession now satisfied, he refused to pay Horatio anything and shooed him away, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King. The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder onto King Arthur's loincloth. King Arthur summoned Michael the Dragon Master... Moral of the story: Pay your bills

To Aquahermaphrodite, I'm too busy at the moment making money and dealing with clients to bother mustering much of a response to your nonsensical rumblings. Perhaps later...if I'm feeling amused. trask Suck it gillface, you know you want to...

I'll let you borrow my .45 if you need a gun. It'll cost you dinner though.

You need protection. I have gun, will travel. trask

I try to steer clear of Tac. I have a couple of outstanding warrants there. If I don't make it, wanna post bail??

trask will be there

quote: Originally posted by Aquaman: Oh, but you are not too busy to download barf pictures at your leisure? Is that how you make your money, scumbag? Aquaman just loves it when the unworthy try to take the moral high ground. I see through your horseshit smokescreen. Congratulations, asshole. You just made the superfriends' blacklist Blow me asseyes. I posted your high school graduation picture last night. Your mama gave it to me after the gnarly sexfest we had. You can take your so-called blacklist and shove it. Go play with some of your toys, gillface.