uh, did ya'll not see the "no smart talking in fucking spray" sign when ya came in? jayb no doubt started us down this here slippery slope
there, i said slope, so we can have a racial conversation now instead
i owe all my genius to the reel to reel copies of beeth-oven's glorious 5th my pop's used to play when i was busy shitting meself on the floor as a wee-newt
the copies of sheridan gunnery excercises he taped on the fort hood tank range were pretty schweet too - "on the way!!!"
omfg, ya'll have got to watch "brother bear" right fucking now so you can understand why i HAD to kill meself ::
now if only i can manage to get my whole head in front of the shotgun, and time it to match the crescendo of phil collins and tina turner simulatenously 'ing the phuck out!
in '03 the right gully was fine when it looked like this, though the final step below the summit wasn't formed (as it looks out in this pic too) but it wasn't too hard to skirt it on rocks off right
hey, it was my first TR even!
[cue mad rush for the n face next decent weather window]
thanx!
man, anyone remember halloween 2003 - just as much snow on the face now and if could turn wicked cold like that time....
it's been years since we've been doing regular pube-clubs - kids and poverty (connection?) did it for me - fwiw, we don't usually call each other cock-smokes in the flesh
Looks like Ivan has started a trend with the mini bomb box!
ah, but geoff does not, at least based on this pic, appear to have yet bought into my fondness for tying into the muzak as well
post-halloween - ben's all hawt to swap out some crap bolts for some purty ones - hopefully geoff or miker will come along so ben can just jug behind and indulge himself while we do some actual work