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What, are you just trolling for some love and affection? Rudy's just a gang of one, pay him no mind, I like you just the way you are. yeah, and if my school's internet filter wouldn't block the youtubes i'd even provide a video of billy joel to serenade you "don't go changing"

my favorite bear was the one i DIDN'T see while wallowing through a vertical brush tunnel somewhere on the flanks of mt index while desperately trying to get the fuck down - i was forced to climb back up a little cliflet, searchign vainly for a decent place to rap - the only place i could get any traction in the vertigiounous jungle maze was in this odd tunnel, complete w/ claw marks and a gigantic goddamn blueberry-studded bear turd - i followed it very warily up to a ridge, convinced that at any moment this most monstrous of descent debacles was going to end w/ my death - i was very happy when i could finally rap out of the area and i still have no idea how the hell a bear managed to get there.

this would be so good a shot if it was secretary gates...

oh he's out there! he's really, really out there...

game on!

just what i was looking for - something long, hard, wet, and containing sea-man!

from the title, i was hoping there'd be pictures?

the best way to answer any of these crevasse rescue questions is to go practice in a controlled environment - you're not going to (or at least shouldn't) trust any setup until you've played with it - have fun, put a shitload of ropes and pickets and what not into a sled, drag out into the middle of the nisqually this time of year and spend a day or two fucking around experiment with: - different sized ropes - prusiks vs ascenders - different mechancial setups for raising a climber - self rescue - self resuce w/ a big ass pack and/or a sled leave a nice fat bottle to chill in the snow and enjoy yourself in a glacier camp as the sun goes down at the end of the day...

that would be like trying to divide by zero

goddamn i fucking loved bill hicks "i took mushrooms and went to astroworld and had a real bad time" "you're a moron! they're sacred - go to nature."

?? I'm confused? Are you saying/implying that she is not a beautiful, hot MILF?? her hotness is only now slowly reversing the horrors of her participation in da flintstones flick...

"ow my balls"

i am the empty hand

since when did black women breast-feed their babies?

that kid looks ready for the dulfersitz!

wait, the ukraine is ruled by a descendant of alderan?

how'd i get the reputation of being the village stoner? man, it's been damn near a decade since i expanded my mind and stuff... as a sidebar, does the word "experiment" in conjunction with drug use piss anyone else off? that word, to my mind, draws up images of guys in lab-coats and clipboards and test-tubes and what not - not these guys (though they kinda got the coat thing down):

you can have my poles when you pry them from my cold, sweaty hands! poles add miles to my endurance and infinitely expand my enjoyment of stupid slogging sessions

and yet somehow your race produces such delicate ballerinas! curious...

that's awesome you should be familiar w/ the difficulties of explaining mystical experiences to heathens! in our case, clearly being incapable of driving, we ended up spending the rest of the day lounging aroudn mountain streams that had dried up over the summer into a series of tidal-like pools, each chock full a universe of critters - even w/ the 10 eyes we had between us, it wasn't until almost an hour had passed that we noticed the legions of camoflouged crawdads scuttling along the bottom. jesus drank the bong water, i have no doubt...

didn't carter, who i know you love to hate, ask americans to do exactly that in the in 70s, albeit in much pansier language? i've already cited the malaise speech in a thread on cc.com in the past. the words (take away the goofy peanut farmer smile and southern delivery) and the dude was right. but hey a stopped clock is correct twice a day. just happy to see you're enlightened enough to admit it now if we could jsut find a way to run cars on bullshit, between politicians and sprayer we'd be just fine...

didn't carter, who i know you love to hate, ask americans to do exactly that in the in 70s, albeit in much pansier language?

X2 - and not moderate for a wanker like me! ah, but how about this for a secretive smiff gem - the mines of moria!

it takes a sharp photographic skill-set like joshk's in order to render me palatable to the naked eye!