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making a post seems easier these days, yet less satisfying. sometimes i don't even bother. and sometimes i do it anyway because it's so automatic. like it's part of me.

no one will read it. they need to post a big sign at the top of the lunch counter because this is where most of these accidents take place.

yeah kinda like this hottie

's that go bump in the night

is that the one the lady jumps off of in "the flying dutchman" whilst proclaiming her love for the cursed sailor? if it's a really tall one it would give her time to belt out an aria before she hit.

whose version of "mad world" is that in the opening??

i once knew this guy who got arrested rappeling off the Montlake bridge. The cops confiscated his rope as evidense so we used his friends rope which was really, really beat up. so i'm rapelling down his friend's rope and there's like holes in the mantle and then one section where the mantle is completely seperated so i stop on a ledge and pass the gap through my belay device and then rap the rest of the way down quickly because i think the rope is going to break. cops are dangerous.

watch out for unruly canadian teenagers

been done, eh?

skiing over someone's rope is totally wrong and there's no excuse. probably an accident/clueless/sketched. i don't think there are any "right of way" rules between skiers and rope teams and i don't think we need any, but conflicts can arise. a little heads up and patience can go a long way when sharing the mountain. i have had a rope team walk blithely in front of me while i was skiing some bulletproof on a volcano. no biggie, i stopped a few minutes and let them go by (if they had waited 10 seconds i'd have been out of their hair...) again not finger pointing here, just sharing point of view: don't assume a skier is the super expert who can doing anything to get around you. don't assume a skier can or wants to just stop anywhere. skiing is about things like fall line and run out and not hitting rocks, etc. communicate - both parties can shout or point their intentions. skiers will often wait to descend until the snow is a little softer, then descend a lot faster than rope teams, so passing will occur. letting them pass can be a necessary courtesy on constrictions. dude, let me take my line, i'm like shredding here, ok. thanks for reading!

going big

yeah but you still have to hear people say sweet corn. sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn sweet corn w00t lol 15,000' freezing levels almost as good as FRESHIEZ FRESHIEZ FRESHIEZ FRESHIEZ FRESHIEZ FRESHIEZ

yup.

I shot a moose, once. I was hunting up-state New York, and I shot a moose, and I strap him on to the fender of my car, and I'm driving home along the west side highway, but what I didn't realize was, that the bullet did not penetrate the moose. It just creased the scalp, knocking him unconscious. And I'm driving through the Holland tunnel - the moose woke up. So I'm driving with a live moose on my fender. The moose is signaling for a turn, y'know. There's a law in New York state against driving with a conscious moose on your fender, tuesday, thursday and saturday. And I'm very panicky, and then it hits me: some friends of mine is having a costume party. I'll go, I'll take the moose, I'll ditch him at the party. It wouldn't be my responsibillity. So I drive up to the party and I knock on the door. The moose is next to me. My host comes to the door. I say "Hello. You know the Solomons". We enter. The moose mingles. Did very well. Scored. Two guys were trying to sell him insurance for an hour and a half. Twelve o'clock comes - they give out prices for the best costume of the night. First price goes to the Burcowiches, a maried couple dressed as a moose. The moose comes in second. The moose is furious. He and the Burcowiches lock antlers in the living room. They knock each other unconscious. Now, I figured, is my chance. I grab the moose, strap him onto my fender, and shoot back to the roads, but - I got the Burcowiches. So I'm driving along with two jewish people on my fender, and there's a law in New York State ... tuesdays, thursdays and especially saturday. The following morning the Burcowiches wake up in the woods, in a moose suit. Mr. Burcowich is shot, stuffed and mounted - at the New York Athletic Club, and the joke is on them, because it's restricted.

somes up this place well it's sums, ok? and why did dru leave out spelling corrections!?

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There's so many opposites, So many opposites So many, there's so many, there's so many Let's have a war So you can go and die! Let's have a war! We could all use the money! Let's have a war! We need the space! Let's have a war! Clean out this place! It already started in the city! Suburbia will be just as easy! Let's have a war! Jack up the Dow Jones! Let's have a war! It can start in New Jersey! Let's have a war! Blame it on the middle-class! Let's have a war! We're like rats in a cage! It already started in the city! Suburbia will be just as easy! Let's have a war! Sell the rights to the networks! Let's have a war! Let our wallets get fat like last time! Let's have a war! Give guns to the queers! Let's have a war! The enemy's within! It already started in the city! Suburbia will be just as easy!

was that six shots or five?

we're not allowed to say caddis anymore

i heard there were a bunch of kayakers in the area making lots of noise after 11:00 and in general displaying antisocial personality traits. might have been them.

kayaks are aid

i love the smell of in the morning

one kicking and breathing