Necronomicon

The next time you punch a clown, make a fist like a man, instead of slapping at it like a girl, and you won't hurt your finger.

I just told Jon about you being mean to everyone, and he said he's going to do something about it.

I love being wrong. Thanks for setting me straight, Dru. Up to about 80 km the composition of atmosphere is highly uniform - term homosphere is applied. The chemical composition of air in the homosphere is shown on the right (Fig. 2.10 from Strahler & Strahler). See also Fig. 3-3. Two groups of atmospheric gases: I. Gases which have minimal effect on weather and climate. Concentration of these gases is constant everywhere throughout the homosphere. By volume: 78% - nitrogen (N2); chemically inactive, neutral 21% - oxygen (O2); very active chemically, reacts readily with other substances in the process of oxydation: slow (rock decay) or fast (fuel combustion) 0.93% - argon (Ar); inert < 0.04% - trace gases: Neon (Ne), Helium (He), Methane (CH4), Krypton (Kr), Hydrogen (H2) Ozone (O3) - extremely important as a shield for life - absorbs UV rays II. Gases which are significant for weather and climate. Concentration of these gases (especially water vapor) can vary considerably from one place to another. 0-4% - water vapor (< 1% on average) - absorbs longwave radiation, emits counterradiation (greenhouse effect), transfers heat by latent heat transfer 0.033-0.036% - carbon dioxide (CO2) - together with water vapor is responsible for greenhouse effect

Additonally, the concentration of O2 changes with latitude. The closer to the poles, the lower the [c] O2. This is because the O2 is a more massive molecule than N2, and is "flung" to the lower latitudes, as if the Earth were a giant centrifuge. Because of this, it has been said that Everest, if it were at the same latitude as Denali, would be unclimbable without supplemental O2.

You are correct---I would avoid such a site based on the name. (Jeez, I can't think of anythiong less sexy than the term "suicide.") Then you're a fucking clown, KnobGobbler, because there is some seriously hot shit on that site, not the usual gynocological/mysogynisitic porn crap you Catholics enjoy.

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This morning's coffee and hypoglycemic hallucinations....Father??....Is that you??.....I can't hear you!!....DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!!!!

Does the sub rattle the staples out of the tar paper? The problem with the speaker was not being under powered, but that the resiliency of the foam around the cone is gone. It's become very brittle over time, it seems.

Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt It is so big She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends Who understands those rap guys They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, ok? I mean her butt It's just so big I can't believe it's so round It's just out there I mean, it's gross Look, she's just so black I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste And a round thing in your face You get sprung Wanna pull up front Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh, baby I wanna get with ya And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got Me so horny Ooh, rub all of that smooth skin You say you wanna get in my Benz Well use me, use me cuz you ain't that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She sweat, wet, got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines saying flat butt's the only thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back, so Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah) Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah) Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt Baby got back (LA face with Oakland booty) I like'em round and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself I'm actin like an animal Now here's my scandal I wanna get you home And ugh, double ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout Playboy Cuz silicone parts were made for toys I wannem real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas I wanna get with ya I won't cus or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fuck Til the break of dawn Baby, I got it goin on A lot of pimps won't like this song Cuz them punks like to hit it and quit it But I'd rather stay and play Cuz I'm long and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah) If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah) Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back (LA face with the Oakland booty) Yeah baby When it comes to females Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection 36-24-36 Only if she's 5'3" So your girlfriend rolls a Honda Playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that hard role and tell you that the butt need to go So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines You ain't it Miss Thang Give me a sista I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis Cuz his girls were on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And pulled up quick to get with 'em So ladies if the butt is round And you wanna triple X throw down Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back

After noticing an annoyingly shitty buzz in my left stereo speaker, and fucking with the wires for a half an hour, I took the front cover off to find that the cone on the woofer was literally blown to pieces. These were fifteen year old Boston Acoustic A60 60W speakers, and really rocked with my 40W amp. Crisp, bassy, and LOUD! Any reccommendations for replacements under $300?

YEAH!!!

kona coffee brew add two sugars, slowly stir time to drop a coil

Necro, you suck More like "Mike, you're a hardman" and I have to clean his gear, so by the time I get to lead the "easy" stuff, I'm so spanked I can barely hold on.

"Work"? What is this, this "work" of which you speak?

Totally!!! Boy, you sure do know your stuff!!! And your first post, too!!!

i dont think this is the one he is thinking about... mabe the one a lil closer to home... Squish Classic twas indeed

Those little guys have saved MY bacon on one occasion. Gotta love 'em. Necro, a dubious honor to be sure. Tell us why your hands weren't working right. Too much pre climb wanking? Ask your Mom. When I couldn't clap, she was like "Tight, huh?"

I think I would have been fine if Mike hadn't been smoking

Dune...again...awesome book...

What a fucking disaster area!! From the picture, it looks like it could use a really good clean-up, and then some executive townhouses, a golf course, and min-mart. And those spires look like frozen phalluses of excrement. UGLY!! And the ice was all broken too, not much of a hockey rink if you ask me!! As far as the booty you found, thanks for picking it up for me, I was too much of a LAZY, WORTHLESS, SHIT SMOTHERED SCUMBAG to take care of it at the time. I'll send you my address, and you can ship it along for me. Thanks a bunch!!!

I've been a good boy lately!

I was running it out on "The Zip", hoping to get to the first pod and stand up, rather than try and get gear from failing fingers. My last peice was a yellow Alien. One hand greased out, and I lost my feet and fell. I somehow managed to get flipped over by either the rope or my second to last piece of gear. I had time to think "FuckI'mfallingIamgettingflippedoverbackwardsIamgoingtohitmyheadIamgladIhavemyhelmeton" and then I was hanging upside down about ten feet above the belay ledge. Mike lowered me down for an exchange of wide-eyed looks, and I tried it again. I managed to get in another piece, but my hands were useless, and Mike had to finish the lead, which I could barely complete on top rope. Today, I have a knarly looking bruise on the back of my thigh from my seminar on "The Efficacy of the Rope Management System in Preventing the Loss of Human Life". Mike figures I fell 25 feet, and we rather tastelessly coined a new phrase that I'd be happy to PM to descibe my experience.

Speaking of which, any of you dirtasses want to buy my old queen sized futon pad? I know it's a bit small for most boulderer's needs, but it might be OK.

Maybe a flow chart would help us out here.

All will kneel before his brutal commands. End transmission...