G-spotter

Shaun and I have been discussing going from Labour Day to Pierce Lake trail and out via that. Would need to be while there is still snow around for water though.

"And then I ripped the helmet apart with MY BARE HANDS in front of him!" And said 'Warranty this, motherfucker!'"

And in Vancouver, choose the friendly staff at Quick Cobbler over the surly malcontent at Gold Star.

NO SHIT!

And they can work lying down too.

Hiring a guide = hiring a hooker.

10 s in Seattle:

Fred said couple of months yet. Gotta translate all the napkins.

The pom poms will look nice with your steel head!

You'll laugh right up until an errant webolette kills your crippled grandma.

This is what happens when we let in American draft dodgers. They brought obesity with them, man.

Is that really spruce budworm or is it mountain pine beetle?

It must be drifting over from Russia

W00t

The Canadian border is a virus shield. The "fat virus" is confined to points south of the 49th parallel.

I had heard this route called 10b. Which pitch did you think was 10+?

2. Compared to what? There are way more fatties south of the border.

It's the north side of the ridge over by Smokey the Bear.

5667>2406

I think you are looking for the Cafe Sensitivioso -Where applause is practically guaranteed as you present your new modern ballet piece "Ode to A Broken Spring" in word-pictures.

I like to talk about myself because I am a fascinating person. I used to tell you about my hott girlfriend and my windshirt, my years of retail experience and NOLS courses, and how many wiregates I found on Das Toof. Then I got even more intelligent, not to mention better-looking, and I began to open up a little and let my emotions shine through. I talked about the isomers of heptanol, about my dealings with my faculty advisor, offered digital photo advice, and analyzed in detail the ways in which climbers caught in fatal accidents had made silly mistakes that I would never make. But I have an artistic side too! So I will tell you about my forgery skills and how I once had a major publishing house offer to print a volume of my poetry at a very nominal price. Now I'm feeling all nostalgic for the days when I wasn't nearly as good as I am now. I just know that you find me even more fascinating than I do myself!

He means like one 55m 8mm rope that you double up and lead 25m pitches with when needed.

What do they post as on cascadeclimbers?

for immediate release?