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perhaps them sheep ain't as shaggable as they once were and require much more diligent searching after?

given all the snow show in that sahale tr seems hard to imagine it wouldn't be around n' menacing currently surprised ole'drewl ain't piped up on this already though...

he didn't ever serve in the navy, but i'm sure he'd have signed up to serve her navel

it musta been a few years since i got a game on tv, but lying around in a wounded state this day i've caught 2, and jesus, why is it that every single commercial break has ads for boner-pills? this happening to football and basketball is it? good to know i should be concerned if i ever have a hard-on that lasts 4 hours though

i got drunk w/a mexican dude in the valley had a selfie w/ him n' peter vella, maker of my sacred kal-i-fornian vintage, does that qualify me as cultured? i'll start drinking top shelf shit when they get the price closer to 3$/liter

never woulda figured you for a wine snob?

looks kewl to me

as any gay guy could tell you, there's always room for assholes to get bigger

already got me one still waiting for the lobbyists w/ the deep pockets to hit me up though...

6/11 - day 23 - mighty prime - another day of gentle ambulations, alcohol-adled, on the north side on sublime slab routes i'd not yet done - sailed out swiftly in the hms revenge w/ first mate swabbie silverman - fun n' games n' all that shit, up-down-n-all-around - allergy attacks for the lot of us n' shaping out to be a shitty season for the mozzies too ta boot - a sleepy drive home, my all slumber-stupid after awaking in the awful dawn to get the familias on that far-flying plane on back to the old dominion - 3 more work days till we say fukit to the welter-weight blues

like a bitch, i reserve my right to change my mind at any time and subsequently deny the change

by free soloing heavens gate - if only i could be so capable afterwards

jesus, i must really be doing tipp topp wrong - the one route at ozone w/ a true Valley 5.8 rating

naw man, it's kev's thread. i believe he was interested in what your favorite beacon route was - mine's anyone that's currently open

survivalist solution for hiking sans toilet paper

jesus, need to get me a partner like that

nice to see them fellers finally getting off the mat after 4 centuries of getting their asses kicked

nice, all we gotta do is wait for all the fire-water-drinkers to croak

where is it even?

it's a bit better than genesis but there both good - a bit harder mayhap - mostly the rock is more interesting, as described - beacon doesn't have much slab climbing, but this new pitch is a distinct aberration.

i wore a uniform once. we all did. it was the hay-day of that ronald reagan fuck, the drums of war beat strong and loud. we were deep in communist east berlin in the middle of winter, the snow flakes falling fat and huge, like frozen hamburgers from the sky. our mission lasted all day, over hill and dale we wandered. one of our number was a dim-witted dipshit and fell behind near the brandenburg gate as the sun careened crazily out of the sky. we did not note his absence, war-weary as we all were. as we crossed the verge through the wire back into the land of freedom lovers, desperate with need for descent into sleep, we finally detected the fact of our missing member. jesus that stupid fuck we all thought as one, but there wasn't a bit of hesitation in stealing back to save his dumb ass. despite his rather obvious flaws, it was not his fate to die alone in enemy hands. we were after all, proud boy scouts of troop 200, and we'd never left a man behind

D-Day, 70 years on - Day Double Dos for the Year - geoff rolls into the bk a tad late, all tricked out in his curvaceous corvette, me sucking down rapidly warming swill in the shade and puzzling over my biblical tome regarding the life n' times of that cornelius vanderbilt motherfucker a true rare day, how often do you climb something new at beacon? last year i saw them old fellers working out their labor of love near the spike route and today was finally the day to give it a go - wow, what a wonderfully unusual bit of stone it saunters up - the second pitch the most slab-tacular out at beacon - amazingly crisp and clean rock w/ millions of microscopic curious cross-hatched horizontal lines that make smearing oh-so-sweet - geoff got that lead and suffered for it - i followed and couldn't figure out how not to cheat at one point in wierd pod, feet all askew and off-line we rambled on up to the trail after a sesh at rancho relaxo - those upper pitches so super stupid it's a wonder i do them even once a year - oceans of oak, and me in shorts like i've not an iota of an idea what the fuck i'm at 3 days of damned seniors left to suffer through - the rock n' roll types clearing out the pipes and set-ready to start belting out "schooooooooooooool's ooooooooooout foooooor daa suuuuuuuuuummmmmmmer!!!!!!!"

bitch'n'camero

aren't POW trades as old as war itself? they certainly were in the civil war, for example, and their suspension after confederate atrocities at ft pillow led to the first great american concentration camp at andersonville. i don't recall either sides in that war trying to establish a relative value for each other's captives, and certianly more than a few exchanged on both sides were cowards that got skert or would-be-heroes who simply lost faith in The Cause.

maybe it's the english nerd in me - anybody see the relevance of "the red badge of courage" story here?