snow-muncher

hubbida hubbida. yotty yotty yada. -eat me.

are there any poets out there? i get a lot of inspiration when i'm out in the mountains. please submit origial works, or dr. suess gibberish, or haiku (high-koo?), or dirty limericks ( there once was a man from nantucket), etc... here is one that was inspired by hunger... CARNIVOROUS CONCOCTION... Barbara had a barbecue and cooked up quite a meal.Every meat that you could eat, including skewered seal!She barbecued a big baboon, and served it with plantains!The third course was a giant horse, along with donkey brains!The teriyaki elephant? An appetizing dish!The sperm whale wasn't quite as good. Of course, i don't like fish.The brontosaurus burgers filled my stomach with delight.Then Barbara screamed "Before you dream of taking one more bite,make sure to give yourself some room, 'cause here comes the dessert!".Unfortunately, i declined, because my stomach hurt. -the snow muncher

nolanr, everyone's a critic in their own special way. please feel free to criticize more poetry as i attempt to motivate other poets out there in the newset spray topic "poetry on the mountain". -s.m.

smoky mcpot! you're my hero! hoooorayyy for smoky mcpot! -s.m.

RE-ASSFUCKMUNCH-INATOR... GET THE HELL OUTTA' THE DAMN SANDBOX! YOU HAVE A BAD CASE OF "HEY LOOK AT ME, I'M A LITTLE BITCH", AND NOBODY WANTS TO PLAY WITH AN ASSWIPE, YA' FUCKFACE! HA! AND DOUBLE HA! lots of love ("touchy feely" part), -the snow-muncher.p.s. you have just been initiated, you fuckless fuck!

phew! nice to see that this topic can be resolved in a friendly, peaceful manner. scott, happy belated t-day. also, i apologize for offending you on mt. rainier. to tell you the truth, i wasn't even thinking about it when we lit up... but you are absolutely right. we should have considered that "others" might like to enjoy a "smoke free" environment, especially since we were hogging up the only shelter at 10,000 feet. you see, as an avid pot smoker, i sometimes forget that there are "others" out there that don't smoke. i mean, everybody and their mother seems to smoke it these days. sometimes, i even find it hard to meet anyone who doesn't. i don't necessarily think that smoking automatically makes someone an "evil" person. i realize that in the u.s. it is considered illegal. but, in some religions, it can be considered ritualistic, leading to the attainment of higher spirituality. anyhow, i am sorry, and hope that someday, when the snow is fresh and deep, we have the chance to make some fat turns on the mountain together, because that is what it's really all about. (suddenly i feel all warm and fuzzy) p.s. the vroom vroom girls? well, that's a whole new topic. stay tuned. -the snow-muncher

yo alpine k, yes. sucka night is gonna' be a fricken' doozie, so make sure to show up, shortly after smokin' a doobie!!! it's on dec. 6th., and will begin with max generaux's adaptation of the 1974 classic "the year without santa". i will play the illustrious snow miser, and have the unique opportunity of painting 3 of the 9 backdrops. i'm super stoked, mostly because of the rehearsals... not only do i get to rehearse each week with mandy and carmella (vroom vroom), but have the unique opportunity of drinking FREE BEER (and i do mean "my fill of it"). ain't life grand? oh, by the way, you've made a great point in your latest reply about poor scotty. geesh! ya' think some people would have a fucken' clue! oh well, i guess when he was born, his doctor must've dropped him, and, quite unfortunately, he must've landed on his face. of course his daddy was there, and exclaimed "honey, he looks just like you!". then his momma' replied "duhhh, uh-huh!". ha! later! s.m.

max? yes, I would agree. poor widdle thcotty. heeth tho thenthitive! tee hee hee!!! dear scott, fuck you!!! not only do I have more balls in my left nut than you have in your whole body, my right nut laughs at you and your pansy ways! you can take your pansy ass and take a big fat whiff of my yummy pot smoke that i proudly blow in your ugly face. oh, i'm sorry, i forgot that you don't like yummy pot smoke blown in your ugly face, oh well, FUCK YOU ANYWAYS!!!!!!!!!! later daze and purple haze, THE SNOW-MUNCHER!!! p.s. FUCK YOU SNOTTY ANTI-POTSMOKIN' SCOTTY!!!

yo 009- check em's email. i just got yours, and need to talk to you about showing the film later tonight at the party! -s.m.

yo 009- check em's email. i just got yours, and need to talk about showing your film later tonight at the party. -s.m.

FIGGERITOUT- you've got your head stuffed so far up your own ass, the only thing that you can carve is a turkey! hey! that's you!!! happy t-day assfuckmunch 8!!!

here's some original poetry for all you goddam holy rollers out there... (yes, i did say GOD, and i do mean YOU!) at the camp muir shelter, it's sucka night, i been born again, and i can see the light!in the house of the setting sun, anytime of the year i can repent for my sins and wash it down with a beer!now i wanna' make sure that i don't give none of ya' the wrong impression.but i stopped by to pay my pentence, and to make a small confession...now i been known to drink and i been known to smoke, and i know god's a comic, and life's a fucken' joke.hangin' out with the holy rollers, rollin' up some holy smoke,baptised myself with a bottle of beer, almost made myself choke.i don't know about the father, the son, and the holy ghost.but i do know about his daughter and who she likes the most.i said "get on yer knees and pray, ya' know there's nothin' to it.",she got on her knees alright, and i think the devil made her do it.she took me in the bathroom, and i screamed out "hallelujah"and if you think you're feeling lucky then maybe she will do ya'!now that i've washed my conscience in a pint of holy wateri think i'll go to church and get it on with the preacher's daughter. i'll drink a cup of blood, take a bite of the bread of christ,the devil will twist my arm, next thing i'll be enticedby a sweet and sexy mama in the shape of a nun.she'll make me pay for my sins at the house of the setting sun!!! hows about a lil' joke for all you sinners? alright, so there's this line of dead nuns, standing at the pearly gates, waiting to get into heaven. st. peter calls the first nun forward, says "now, since you're a nun, there's a pretty good chance that you're going to heaven. but, i must inquire, have you ever had any contact with a man's penis?". the nun blushes, and says "well, i have SEEN a man's penis with these EYES.". so saint peter says "go over to the holy fountain, rinse out your eyes, say three hail marys, and then you may pass through the pearly gates and go into heaven.". st. peter calls the next nun forward, and asks the same question "have you ever had ANY contact with a man's penis?". the nun giggles, holds up her finger, then replies "well, i have TOUCHED a man's penis with THIS FINGER!". st. peter then instructs the nun to go to the holy fountain, rinse off her finger, say three hail marys, and only after would she be able to pass through the pearly gates, and enter the heavenly kingdom. just as st. peter was about to call the next nun forward, a bustling nun pushes her way to the front of the line from way in the back. st. peter exclaims "SISTER, SISTER!!! IN THE NAME OF THE LORD, WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR HURRY?!!! the frantic nun replies "I JUST WANT TO RINSE MY MOUTH OUT IN THAT FOUNTAIN BEFORE THIS NUN STICKS HER ASS IN IT!!!".(buh-dump-tshhh!)

just wanted to say... snotty ANTI-POTSMOKIN' scotty might think that we(potsmokin' superfreaks at 10,000 feet) "SUCK" (of course this is HIS opinion), but, my opinion would be that HE swallows! HA HA HARDY HAR HAR! Dear Scott, I hope that you enjoy this nice little spot up my ass that you've reserved for yourself, since you seem to be so determined to protest our actions on that lovely saturday afternoon. By the way, the ride down was amazing. Not necessarily because we were as high as can be (I'm talkin' about "life", not "pot"), but because we aren't the types to let ANY kind of situation ruin our experience. So sorry if you can't get over it, but so proud of you if you can. also, a brief message to COMMIEROD... fuck off if you've ever seen a SCORCESE film with half the balls of my fellow snowboarding, film-making, pot-smoking comrade that you so blatantly regarded as an asswipe. Please eat me, but only after you've wiped my friends ass with your tongue. Later daze and purple haze, the snow-muncher. p.s. alpine k rocks!!!

just wanted to say... snotty ANTI-POTSMOKIN' scotty might think that we(potsmokin' superfreaks at 10,000 feet) "SUCK" (of course this is HIS opinion), but, my opinion would be that HE swallows!HA HA HARDY HAR HAR!Dear Scott, I hope that you enjoy this nice little spot up my ass that you've reserved for yourself, since you seem to be so determined to protest our actions on that lovely saturday afternoon. By the way, the ride down was amazing. Not necessarily because we were as high as can be (I'm talkin' about "life", not "pot"), but because we aren't the types to let ANY kind of situation ruin our experience. So sorry if you can't get over it, but so proud of you if you can. Later daze and purple haze, the snow-muncher.p.s. ALPINE K rocks!!! [ 11-20-2001: Message edited by: snow-muncher ]