ivan

6 pack of pbr tall bois - half-pack of camels (shit, who am i kidding? 3/4 pack) - gri - i can do this job...

it's worth waiting for it to be in shape - spring's best - happy to go w/, when the time comes

them poor fellers are way too busy trying to figure out how a gas pump works

congrats - if'n i ever get a first ascent in canuckistan i'm gonna call it "poutine in paradise"

- go round mum's - get liz back - sort life out!

everytime you don't say "merry christmas" you make the orange-don cry tears of dirty-coal merry christmas

would imagine orcs the most dangerous part of the approach

sweet - now i just need it to stop raining again so i can have an excuse to test it

they sure as shit would be disappointed in the return...unless they were the right kinda depraved, and were around for just the right 10 n' 1/2 seconds my favorite reid solo was topping out on the west crater rim n' immediately falling 500 feet into the crater in the full site of 100 totally disinterested tourons on the hogsback...fuck, sure wish i'dve a camera for that so i coulda sued them backwater bitches

summit or death... or just smokes n' giggles seem to recall i got 3 outta 4 that day, plus a half pound of bacon...

from the time i could talk i was ordered to listen

my fav route on the mtn hopefully somebody gave you shit for having a camera mounted on yer head

sure ole'laurence of arabia looked and acted the part of a jedi on occasion the force appears to have been w/ you

where are the milosh-k's of yester-year?

rounded curbs

the norden bombsight

bactrian camels

seat belt reminder chimes

single ply toilet paper

the smell my climbing shoes acquire after only a few weeks of use

unsalted butter

unsweetened chocolate

the italian campaign, 1943-45

pinched nerves in the neck

celebrating festivus in the wrong season