allthumbs

"Here's to our wives and girlfriends...may they never meet!"...groucho [ 01-13-2002: Message edited by: trask ]

yup, well I always married the dumb ones. I bought one of my wives a new car. She called and said, "There's water in the carburetor." I said, "Where's the car?" She said, "In the lake."

Yup, bummer. I was married by a judge, Icegirl...I should've asked for a jury.

I use that funky Cannon Elf Sport (around $200) that's waterproof and built like a tank. Takes the cartridge film (forget what it's called). The pics. aren't bad, and I live on the water and am real big into slalom waterskiing, so it's awesome around the water. Whatever.

...yeah, well, my wife and I were happy for ten years. Then we met.

When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.

. [ 01-11-2002: Message edited by: trask ]

I've been married three times. I now prefer to spend my nights with slide alder.

...heading for Smith

quote: Originally posted by E. Hobbs: . That thing about bowling really does suck; I know a guy who traded in his tools for a set of golf clubs—what the hell!

true to that

sexy icebabes [ 01-10-2002: Message edited by: trask ]

Sam had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a big, bearded man standing there. "Name's Lars ...Your neighbor from forty miles away.... Having a Xmas party Friday ... Thought you might like to come. About 5..." "Great," says Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you." As Lars is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you...There's gonna be some drinkin'." "Not a problem... after 25 years in business, I can drink with the best of em." Again, as he starts to leave, Lars stops. "More'n likely gonna be some fightin' too." Sam says, "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again." Once again Lars turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties, too." "Now that's really not a problem," says Sam. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I bring?" Lars stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us".

Interesting story. Before I read it, I thought it was a Caveman turd.

Speaking of Dru, how's he get so freakin' much time off anyway. Y'all sure he's not actually retired. ...that's retired, not retarded.

u r stuck

I'm comin' clean. I'm a backpacker and scrambler, not a true climber. I try not to pose as a climber and if I have, I'm sorry. I'm interested in all the same shit y'all are, and I was born to spray, so here I am. I'm too old and chickenshit to really climb the way you guys do, although I've do jump in my crampons to cross snowed in ridges and shit to get where I'm goin'. I'll scramble up till I get scared and stop to roll a fatty and take in the view. So I'll probably never see the summit. My loss. Anyway, that's my story. If you guys want me to split...say so and I'll be gone. I'd like to hang around. [ 01-10-2002: Message edited by: trask ]

u r

He said... "Shall we try a different position tonight?" She said... "That's a good idea - you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart."

a [ 01-10-2002: Message edited by: trask ]

I never rent bags. I'm always too worried about getting one the Pope pooped in. Just can't take that chance. Rock On!

I got the pipe Dru, if you gots the leaf...

1 [ 01-09-2002: Message edited by: trask ]

no [ 01-09-2002: Message edited by: trask ]