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An Abbey-ism if ever I saw one... reminded me more of old travis bickle "May 10th. Thank God for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. ...All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets..."

you forgot the duraflame logs for the raging fire!!! i plan on spending many more nights in that motherfucker before i shuffle off the mortal coil - reckon it's technically illegal though, so i've been trying to keep the spray about it to a minimum n' remember yer cover story: see here, like, we were just practicing to big wall, hauling all this heavy shit, n' fuck, we got benighted in the cave!!! jesus, at least we had plenty of emergency gear n' liquor.

that chick sucks. i've written her more than a dozen times and it's always the same lame response. i'll write her a letter again on this topic, but bottom line, the beyotch needs to go!

isn't calling old boy "easy" already losing you yer challenge? Your thinly veiled allusion to the film "Old Boy" can only imply that Bone is a product of incest. plus, just the term "boy"... red foxx, on being called a boy: "boy?!? you musta caught me in swimming when it was cold out, i ain't no goddamn boy!"

isn't calling old boy "easy" already losing you yer challenge?

is pro mountain sports sponsoring? 50$ for a random sprayer w/ more than 50 posts in said term sans "twit" or what-have you? don't think i ever have bashed on the 'bone - always seemed like beating a tar baby...

could you link the cc.com address tomorrow to a form for sending out letters to our reps? i know its somethign i should do, but haven't had the occasion to yet.

if i had a $ for every pissed off kid in my class today...

crappy conditions for ice here in camas at the moment

you forgot 1(a) - along the way, rob a bank in order to fund yer vagabond lifestyle

i was already assuming i'd have killed my partner for them - if i'm solo and the unthinkable st famine's day sets in for the smokes, i'm sure i can make an acceptable substitute out of the cyanide n' nitro.

extra batteries for the mp3 pornography nitro tauntaun and light saber cyanide tablets for when all of the above fail

wise king do not grieve it is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning for every one of us living in this world means waiting for our end let he who can achieve glory before death when a warrior is gone that will be his best and only bulwark

i could sweat at absolute zero my mitts were pretty damn wet from day 1, from a combination of sweating, pouring snow, the fact the mitt shells were not sealed tight above my wrists, and a million handplants in the powder while slipping about - coulda dried them against my body that night, but i was too happy being drunk too care...

i assume you have already made the appropriate sacrifice to whatever pagan god you pray to for the divine intervention?

dude, where's the pix of the ripped anchor? now that's some shit to see, as well as hopefully the giant shit-stain in yer pants!

you were too busy trying to make a #3

rollicking redneck time, hooooly shit batman! - brawling in the bar-room 60 feet above the deck, boys booting over the railing before dawn, olympic turd tossing off the cliffs - snow so fine and deep a snorkel not a bad addition at the seattle train-station at 0643 perhaps the finest bit of the whole trip - fresh off a talk on the tragic lack of down-jackets amongst the downtrodden who flock about the station-house rather like wharf-rats on a half-sunk hulk, we imagined a charity to right that wrong: "puffies for panhandlers" 20 minutes later i'm laying about the cushy chairs, putting out the vibe, when things go south out on the street - a homeless gentleman awakes next to his new squeeze, who he shakes up and attempts to commence amorous activities with - she has no need of his essence though, and roundly tells him to fuck off - nursing an unknown hangover however, our primed protagonist does not hear her - a few seconds later she produces pepper spray and fills his face from a foot away - as a hundred god-fearing would-be train-travelers look on in an array of horror and delight, she stalks off into the predawn madness of ice and cold and he, screaming, slouches towards the bathroom to spend the next half hour vomiting pepper-chunks rather like a firehose - almost made the train being an hour late worthwhile

take it back to rei - i'd be less than 100% satisfied

"eat cock, ass-eyes" "lick sac" "ron paul!!!"

"eat cock, ass-eyes"

nahhhh, no way he climbed this thing or he'd still have the poison oak scars to show for it!

no, i'm not saying that. obviously our soldiers are good at killing people and have been for a long time. the sick fucks at sand creek in 1864 oughta be a fine example of that. I don't follow the logic. If dehumanizing desensitization techniques are effective how could they not play a role in what soldiers do today, irrespective of past atrocities. yes, dehumanization is effective - it has always been done and will continue until pigs learn to play poker listen to bob dylan's "w/ god on our side" - our society has always revered those who kill in the name of the state and held them out as examples to be followed, especially if they can turn the killer instinct on/off at will and go back to being peaceful - george washington, john paul jones, audy murphy, ira hayes, stonewall jackson, sgt. york, joshua lawrence chamberlain, william t sherman, stephen decatur, teddy roosevelt, yadda, yadda, yadda. again, society sends mixed signals. be peaceful, but also be ready to be a stony-eyed killer when we want you to be. is that even a bad thing? sometimes motherfuckers do have to pay, eh? i'm speaking out of my ass of course, but if my experience roaming about the east coast and europe the first half of my life is representative of the rest of the world, i bet there are more monuments in this world to state-sanctioned killers than healers.

instead of bitching, i'm going to climb "stone soup" yer turning into a 1-trick wonder son! need to finish my other line on that side so you at least haven't somethign else to be a passive-aggressive whiner about.

socialization is complex, no? while simulatenously making society in general more peaceful through the means listed above, it can also build-up the ability to be more warlike when the bugle is sounded. democracies are usually pretty peaceful, but historically they've been pretty good at kicking ass when required, yes?