Necronomicon

The importance of having your name on your helmet, and keeping your socks clean, cannot be overstated. Don't try and hide from the truth, douche.

...and because she didn't have her name on her helmet, and wasn't wearing her gaiters, she is now is a persistent vegetative state.

Thanks. Yeah, Mom is doing great. she's big on Harry Potter these days.

..and when hell is full, the dead will walk the earth.

Trask's common law wife after he put new cardboard on the roof.

One is forced to wonder why this gentleman's fly is open...

The crux pitches on Resolution Arete at Red Rocks were climbing past the killer bee hives at the base, and near the summit. WAY more scary than any of the climbing. You'd be totally fucked.

"I am walking downhill."

"...and then you can smear it out with your feet, like Jim is doing, and it will dry in the sun and blow away. Wait...grrrrr...here's a little more..."

Cornholer, Look how many posts you have, douche. I have WAY more seniority around here, douche. Douche.

I thought this was going to be about THE CHRONIC!!!

10 Bong Hits 1 Racho Deluxe Burrito with Black Beans & Extra Cheese 5 Chicken Roll Tacos 5 Margabargas 5 Shots House Tequila 1 Bike Crash on Front Lawn 1 Open Bivy in Back Yard

Fags...

What's up with the 3-2-1 Contact theme?

jealous. WE didn't get a rescue called out on us, hero South Side of Big Four makes for some KILLER winter canyoneering.

Dates?

"For an added element of danger, try ascending a trail of my dank urine."

I'm not convinced that the self-inflicted knife wound to the chest was the actual cause of this terrible accident. We really need to wait for all of the information before we jump to any conclusions. Elliot was a a very experienced depressed junky artist. He spent a lot of time around knives, and wrote a lot of dark, depressed songs about death, depression, loneliness, and suicide. But a simple mistake like stabbing yourself in the chest with a knife doesn't seem to me like a mistake big enough to kill someone. There has to be more to the story. Perhaps with the help of skilled journalists like NEWSTIPS, and her carcass prodding colleagues, we can get to the true cause, and make the world safe for people with self inflicted knife wounds to the chest. And as a community, it doesn't hurt to endlessly speculate without enough information, and to offer forth your own ill-formed oppinions, as if they really matter. Perhaps you can share your own near death self inflicted knife wound to the chest stories, so that this tragedy can be forgotten beneath an endless stream of "Me, me, me." self-gratifying expounding, and the eventual vitriol that accompanys it, with the Final Word going to Trask: "Your mother is a dirty whore." But this can also be a time for self-reflection. I for one know that I will keep Elliots dream alive. To celebrate the life of Elliot Smith, and depressed suicidal junky artists with self inflicted knife wounds to the chest, I am announcing that I have made plans to become the first person to sing Elliot Smith's "Waltz #2" from the summit of Denali with a knife sticking out of my chest. People, PLEASE be careful. You don't have to be a depressed junky artist with a knife sticking out of your chest to get hurt out there.

Last guy: "Boy the guys at the office sure would be impressed by a picture of me jugging fixed lines on this trail. If...I...could..only.......REACH...my...camera"

You took my avatar image, fool. Now how am I supposed to find the most important posts around here?

"Looks like we got us a Cow Puncher!!" Words that still bring tears to Trask's eyes, for he cannot control his desires.

"Thank God for this fixed line. This trail is SKETCH!"

Start by slamming a dead guy, and end by slamming vegatarians...seems like he ran out of thoughts before he got his 1000 words.

Hey erik, do you get callouses on your temples, from rubbing them with your knuckles while you're trying to think REALLY REALLY HARD?

What's better than winning a Gold Medal at the Special Olympics? NOT BEING A FUCKING RETARD!!