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indeed, and to deny them their kools and chicken for their kids is to truly fuck w/ the beast!!! you want to volunteer to teach angry, hungry poor kids?

major bummer for sure - it did leave beacon and the mighty, mighty crags of the ozone n' bitchzone though!

aid climbers DO smell funny though....kinda like my high school art teacher's smock

indeed, and a far better flick than the '66 pic "queen of blood," which i saw for the 1st time this weekend, and which even my kids thought was shit.

i actually really like gray squirrels - when you run them over at 90 mph you feel like dog actually got you out of bed for a reason.

wait, so you can't even warm up in there now in the middle of the day?

see, the private market still will have a place in the post-obama apocalypse! in this case, seems like spending money on pancreatic cancer is a bit of a waste - who, other than steve jobs, ever lives through that fucker?

it's business casual day n' da hood!

what/where is karst?

not a good sign when an 80 year old man has bigger guns then you, eh dogg?

he is dead...so you can stop calling him shirley

13 months after my last soirre there, beaconben and i wandered up into the rare'auold reaches of the pipeline headwall - the rainstorm this time wasn't so scary as last time i'd clambered up fresh squeeze a few weeks back and left a rope fixed - ben on the attack! (did i mention we need to pass the hate and buy old'boy a christian alarm clock? ) not exactly a promising day - alternating bands of mist, piss, drip, 10 second sun-breaks, n' steady rain - didn't matter much really, the wall was so soping wet looking up was a dim idea, as it invariably came w/ a phat-smack to the glaz-ball ben at the helm - done this one a half-dozen times now so i'm always eager to talk someone else into doing the deed notch of jensen's ridge over bennie's shoulder the ensuing coupla hours gave me ample time to take in the sun-starved scenery 10 seconds of valley vistas! where'd that white boy get to anyhow? time 2 clean lower outs are nice jensen's rimjob above ben's head - wanted to work on a long-neglected and perhaps ne'er attempted line climbers right of the rimjob (thinking "jensen's rectum" will be the thing ) - not enough time to take it on and beat a retreat, as it is The Land of No Anchors up there, so that was that for this day, on the cusp of winter... purty views from the top of the pipeline tower fixed 2 lines to the anchors up there w/ intention to come back in the next few weeks and do the new thing proper - rapping down above the arena of terror i saw this beauty which begged to be cast down w/ the sodommites - didn't take much more than farting on it hard rappell not to like...

arresting a 100 year old man like willie for smoking the weed he's been smoking for the last 8 decades is like, is like, is like...uh...somethign that dennis miller would be able to make a simile for fuck's sake, isn't the urban legend willie had a puff on top of the white house during hte carter dayz (when he was already gray)?

indeed it does blow, and is part of a trend in the hopey-changey outdoorsy world you're big n' brawny enough rob i'd like to see these folks, miles from any authority figure, try to tell you you couldn't spend the night

you can't defeat gray squirrels - musta seen my dad shoot a thousand of those fuckers and they'd just keep stepping over the corpses to get at the bird feeders

free willie!!! [video:youtube]

uh, like, this website?

wasn't lionel terray a really shitty farmer?

nice bedroom shot there dave [video:youtube]

burn baby burn

knew kevbone would be bummed if'n i went out to the 'wand on a cool n' frosty day, so here ya go met dave n' kenny after they had a hooligan-night on the ledge in 20 degree wedder - shewed mercy on kenny and didnt' make him belay me on the p-line headwall, though i do need to sort that fucking siutation out - i jugged my line and at leas tgot some exercise while the boys packed up and rapped after driving dave home, we ended up climbed jensens ridge p1 and dods p1 - far from ideal conditions, wicked cold, but calm airs - wanted to climb the corner but sheet ice atop p1 and the slab on p2, plus suicide verglass on cruising made it seem like that was a bit tard-tard kenny coming up jensens - an antique route for sure w/ its ring pin n' vintage 1/4 inch button heads - wish that pitch was as stellar as the others had some laughs at the notch n' even some sunbreaks - good views back at free for all anchors - while we were smelling the flowers i watched a gaint plate cut loose from the top of the arena of terror and crash down onto the trail the man, the myth, the strait-to-video sensation upper jensens was in prime shape, but w/ our late start and the fact that you can't rap once you commit, had to settle for enjoying the sunshine strong light for six minutes made for sheenanigans on the terror wall the river's up and the snow is down zoom in and you can watch the elk herd doing their thing - never seen a gaggle of those fuckers in the open for so long, essentially the whole day

sounds like the lovechild of jackie treehorn man

typing w/ one hand there minx?

quite possilby the funniest motherfucking potty word thing ever [video:youtube]

donny, please. [video:youtube]