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Ohh boy then you guys can talk about how to get that lodged piece of kolbassa out of your right ventricle

Wicked when a v thread fails and saves your life

How bout Republicans riding dinosaurs to church just after the world was made

Not entirely sure of the rules, but I think there's double points for getting the chainshot in a hole

So, Layton, if you walked up to...say...the NE Ridge of Bugaboo Spire, and there were more than three people on the route, you'd get pissed off and go home? I think you know the difference between a mass of people sieging a route together and a bunch of separate parties converging via a coincidence The difference lies in the responsibility a "party" has to its members. The larger the group the greater the responsibility/management gong show.

Ahh, thought you were meaning pre-date in a chronological sense. Stupid language

You get some wicked Jesus radio tunes at Goonie Burger aka Good Food.

WTF is "outpredate" Get off your Phd cloud mofo hyperacademic overarticulation

Peanut butter and bacon sanwiches a la Elvis Christ

Argh, I hate reading accident threads - impossible not to have it morph into an "issue" discussion

This is not a hard concept. Large groups take longer on anything more technical than a sidewalk. They knock more rocks down. They have way more trouble communicating than a smaller group. There are way more personality clashes unless they are all sheep, in which case they cannot think for themslevs and are a liability to everyone else. As a general rule, anyone competent enough to be self-reliant in a technical mountain situation is not going to be content following instructions as part of a large group without having an opinion or input.

For anyone having trouble understanding how more than 4 people in any backcountry trip increases chances of accidents as a product of decreased communication, here's a good recent read: http://clubtread.com/sforum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=16436

(vengeful, vain Van Veen) I see that the cops finally caught up with Humbert Humbert

Last seen in a solied clump in a puddle in Camp 4 after an all night acid and bongo drum hallucination

They aren't PANTSHORTS, but as a matter of fact, they ARE womens' pants. I would like to take this opportunity to call attention to the fact that Drippy has never owned a truck and when his last packed it in he went out and bought ANOTHER He lets others destroy their trucks

Every year your shit re-emerges like some beautiful pink tulip in full May bloom

I'd done it the year before just fine but that was before the 100 year rain event we had in Oct '03 which washed all the rocks out of the ditch. We had to dig out the rear bumper with ice tools and then jack up each tire independently and place rocks under each one. 4 HOURS. Broke my little finger. BUT DUDE IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT Get a centre-locking diff kids

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!VIVA EL GENERALE! VIVA LA REVOLUCION! VIVA SENOR BURNS!

I'm gonna take my picks and screws into Coast and see if their skate sharpener can touch em up

Don't forget Coast *Mountain* Sports for all your hockey, tennis, and volleyball needs

This shit's funny

A thing of beauty