Figger_Eight

I was wondering how that trip went.

I've been in situations where I was glad I had it as well. Phones are just tools that aren't inherently bad. It 's the user that makes them what they are. There is a big difference between carrying one to make the "Guess where I am call" and having one to help initiate an evacuation.

Hey...have some respect for the dead. [ 09-13-2002, 01:47 PM: Message edited by: Figger Eight ]

After a heroic winter ascent of the Haystack, I was spent. My partners had turned back early, near the interpretive site, after narrowly escaping the Cougar. I was now alone, and after the superhuman effort on the exposed buttress, I was near death. The only thing I had to keep me alive was the sealed package of Horsecock in my chest pocket. With feeble fingers I tried in vain to open that tube of life, but the lights were going dim. Suddenly the horsecock was grabbed out of my hands. With the strength of five men, Wilber tore open the package, chewed it for me, and fed me mouthful by mouthful. I owe the man my life. You owe him your respect.

Happy B-Day Allison!

I thought he was resting his head ON the joint he just smoked. Hmmm...

See...climbing chicks have bad attitudes and get defensive.

What do you call a broken boomerang? A stick.

If you're down near Tacoma, Pacific Auto Imports on Pacific Avenue is great. In Seattle I used to take it to Pacific Rim Auto on Stone Way near Fremont and was pretty happy.

Good for her!

You're right...it lasted about a week. I made some jokes, but I wasn't an asshole. Everyone knows who I am. Do you expect anyone to take you seriously, you tool?

I gotta admit I'm from Puyallup...and I am FAR from exotic Hey Trask, I just noticed your new classification.

Feck, you're a friggin loser. Make up a dumb name for yourself, go online and start talking smack about people before you even get to ten posts. If this is your first go at this board, you're pretty lame. If you're an avatar created to hide your identity, you are both lame AND a coward. That's all I'm gonna say.

*cough*, *cough* "chestbeaters, ahem" *cough* *cough*

I've gotten the sleepies so bad before I've fallen asleep while walking. If I could make a suggestion to beginners doing the DC route: please take a break at Ingraham Flats, whether you think you need one or not, chow down a power bar and guzzle some Gatorade. Otherwise you'll hit a wall in the middle of the Cleaver and cause the infamous backup in the middle. Thank you - drive through.

My favorite UW rock problem is trying to ignore Coach as he's working his "magic" on all the sporty little girlie climbers there.

I'm in.

Does it stop ripping after the initial rip?

Red Camalot Tube of horsecock. Not necessarily in that order.

Climbing off your momma last night.

Only if I think I'm going to start head butting people.

trad: yup sporto: sometimes ice climbing: yup alpine: yup slogging: nope bouldering: nope I heard somewhere it still makes more sense to wear your helmet on the drive to the crag...but what do I know.

Ha ha That's right...get rid of that stanky ass shirt first! It took seven air freshener trees to get the odor out of my truck!

Whichever. Let's drink somewhere that has parking. MattP will fly out to BFE in a bush plane, approach on skis and a big pack for 30 miles, climb for 36 hours straight...but will complain if he has to walk a couple of extra blocks to get to the Ballroom.