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the trick to Larry is to either smother him with love or drown him with bullshit i am not particularly adept at this peculiar trick

poor fellas seem to suffer from some low self esteem - having to tolerate happy assholes such as myself on a regular basis can hardly substantiate the heady assurances their high-school guidance-counselors musta handed'em back in the day

fosters: it's australian for budweiser!

"noah" opens to biblical rain 'round my place and a noaa wedder forecast shows nothing but liquid-hate for the full foreseeable future - should i be worried?

me nor god much seem endangered of changing - i'd be happy to quit wandering through the woesome brush were He so hip to banish it though

you gonna have a job after the mujiis finally take over old boy?

never too late to learn to scuba dive old boy?

goddamn gravity

cc.raytard is how i've made more than half the friends i have since moving to the northwest a decade ago, so it means the world to me. when i win the lottery or the bastards in olympia finally give me my cola i'll even throw some cash into the kitty to prove it - for now it's having to settle for my klingon poetry and Award Winning Personality i've nothing to add or change really - it's been working just fine jason, sounds like you need to be contributing here: http://cascadeclimbers.com/forum/ubbthreads.php/topics/1112639/Re_staff_meeting

i don't yet understand how it IS a change. the glory days of cumgargling n' licking sack n' cries of "ad-homo!" are looking pretty tiny in the rear-view mirror and spray is as lethargic (and civil) as i can ever remember. tvash occaisonally gets banninated for forgetting life-rule#1 but does his time and comes on back. what have i missed ('cuz dammit, i wanted in on it ) what we DO need is a whole new suite of emoticons - my face just doesn't look like this anymore

so...what's an example of somethign that's happened here over hte past few months (that wasn't punished then) that's not gonna fly now? spray still gets to be spray, right?

i'm skert too - my wife tells me EVERYTHING i say is obscene

easy to see why so many amerikkkans are skert of france

i don't know that i knew that bit - good to hear as it's recurred to me rather frequently while pulling the same easy yet strenous move over n' over 400 feet off the deck how'd he tear the damn thing to start w/?

2 words: dehydrated water

illumination gap is a stellar place to camp n' spend a day or two on the south side, as is the end of the cooper spur on the north side

shee-it, what scares me is dane's story from a few years ago - happily tooling along on easy ground when his bicep randomly tore lose of its moorings and he took a horrid (roped) fall - ain't no predicting random shit like that....

zion is the best damned thing to beat the winter blues... ...course, if ya could get real beer there it'd be ever-so-slightly-more-awesomer

3/16 - 9th day - a sunday stolt - sad rain predicted, but not so grim it ended - geoff at camas right at the crack of nine, me awoke on the couch, gob-smacked, not a few minutes before - reborn in beer stench and debasement went adventurneering - hiking up to the top, then scrambled down to big trees n' fixed a big long rope to a tree, rapped down, conquered n' crooned, then jugged back up - fun times - the big old log sent down 2 falls ago found all bound-up tight to a tree anchor - mental lines drone over dreary block-land later did some adventure rapping down the west side, then clambered back up the alpine route to 3-tree ledge, finishing w/ a funky-sad rap for geoff back down to the ground

shit, if'n you're puking, you gotta be having fun!

nice thing about climbing on a cliff in koe-ree-uh is you can be pretty sure there ain't no land-mines on it might be shitty rock, but at least you appear to have beat the crowds at that other joint you did a tr for?

i do the local thang too - i'm a high-powered back-room local union guy, cigars n' broads - the whole bit it's the state that controls the COLA funding though...

kee-rist, wayne, been lobbying off n' on 4 fucking years and, as of this morning ('n for the 6th time in as many years) ain't got a goddamn COLA to show for it suppose its appropriate though, i'm about as accomplished in this hobby as in the main one - maybe if i got your help though, you got the same mad-skills transfer?

gerunds, dude.

drinking smoking joking swearing chasing chickens digging in the dirt throwing heavy objects at slow children if i lived in the tropics i suspect i'd spend most my time in the ocean and have an apoplectic stroke by the time i was...well...as old as i am already