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wooooord!

open the pod-bay doors, art!

i always water and feed my tauntaun after a good romp up the hoodwand

i'd like to order the lasagna

sitting on your helmet is abuse, assuming your not using the old-school steel wehrmacht style guys i clip my on the outside of my pack, or put it at the top, so i can make sure it's not under my ass when i sit on the pack

babies - the other, other whitemeat

maybe that was why he was bitching then?

like everything else in my life...with an eclectic and spastic sense of simulatenous contempt and love

everybody here is a beautiful and unique snowflake

the recent burma example would seem to be instructive - protest, we fucking kill you, you shut the fuck up, the rest of the world whines a bit, we return to business as usual tibet will have to have very powerful and very motivated allies in order to gain indepedence seems like what they realistically could best hope for would be some sorta semi-autonomy, like the kurds

if you fancy the idea of actually taking up ice-climbing someday, you oughta post that question in the ice-climbing forum - if you don't see that in the future, just about anything you can pick up cheap will be good (i'd recommend getting an ice-hammer though, as it's great for pounding in pickets and pins)

But the bikes being discussed in this thread ARE riding in an are off-limits to bikes. It's not ABOUT whether or not it's annoying to others--it's illegal. Illegal? Oh my gosh! That never presented a problem for those who voiced support for the establishment and opposition to the removal of illegally placed bolts on Mt. Garfield. Nor did it present any moral hurdles for the large number of climbers who at least symbolically approved of the Garfield project by climbing it and posting trip reports here. Even the WCC missed (and continues to miss) their opportunity to organize an effort to erase the route, which of course would have been laughable given the activities of certain members in other wilderness areas. the bolts on IB aren't annoying people who are actually in the area using it though, unlike the bikers, nor having a 1/100 the effect on the actual environment - the only folks who seem to have their panties in a bunch over IB are the folks sittng around the house steamed by the IDEA of the bolts being there, NOT travelers in the area...

forgot to mention - this is the 1 day a week bitches! and it even got to get started at 3

sure as hell ain't for me! clibming rules are for people who can actually climb decent, the rest of us do whatever the fuck we have to to make it to the top, and don't care about whatever spray-speech is piled atop us in the process was thinking over my sports record while at the gym, and noting the long-standing trend of giving a shit about "the rules" - examples from 30+ years: - basketball: fouled out of 50% of my games in the 4th quarter, the other 50% i fouled out prior to then in high school my favorite afterschool game was rugby-basketball - the rules: no dribbling, no fouls -baseball: always sharpened my spikes before each game - destroyed at least a dozen bases over my career - thrown out at the plate at least 20 times but goddamn if the catcher wasn't hospitalized at least 10 of them - didn't pitch but if i did i sure as hell woulda learned to throw spitballs - my last organized game ever ended w/ our bench donning helmets and charging the opposing bench w/ bats in a total ww1 "over the top" glorious action (interestingly, the coach led the charge!) -football: played offensive line. never particularily gave a shit if we won, just wehter or not the asshole in front of me ever got to do anything worht bragging about. favorite dirty tricks: throwing fistfuls of dirt into eyes of defenders when coming off the line, blindsiding bitches on stunts, hitting defenders at top speed 50 yards away from the ball after they'd quit -soccer: only played it after i was done w/ football. played in my baseball spikes. played fullback. always went for the guy, not the ball. the first time i was carded i honestly had no clue what the gay little card meant - "what the fuck is that?" was elible to play in less than half our scheduled games -high school gym: banned from playing field hockey after the 10th time i'd highsticked - wtf? why can't you use this fucking club like a golf club?!? fucking bullshit. anyway...rules...who gives a shit? why let something so theoritical get in the way of good visceral fuck-your-mama-in-her-cornhole fun?

ashamed to admit i had to step my drinking down to just once a week recently - on the plus side, i've dropped 15 lbs almost immediately

lesson: always have a second tool - think of it as training weight, and isn't the climbing 1000% more enjoyable when you have one? sounds like my first attempt at luetholds!

sure as hell ain't for me! clibming rules are for people who can actually climb decent, the rest of us do whatever the fuck we have to to make it to the top, and don't care about whatever spray-speech is piled atop us in the process

the ides of march eve my boy's b-day! as well as einstein and michael caine too...

I'd want a blonde, early twenties, that does couples. I can't stress blonde enough. lemme guess, you're a huge fan of huey lewis, phil collins and moistererizers too, eh? "die yuppy scum!"

Dont go to church on sunday Dont get on my knees to pray Dont memorize the books of the bible I got my own special way Bit I know jesus loves me Maybe just a little bit more I fall on my knees every sunday At zerelda lees candy store Well its got to be a chocolate jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate jesus Keep me satisfied Well I dont want no anna zabba Dont want no almond joy There aint nothing better Suitable for this boy Well its the only thing That can pick me up Better than a cup of gold See only a chocolate jesus Can satisfy my soul When the weather gets rough And its whiskey in the shade Its best to wrap your savior Up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy But thats ok Pour him over ice cream For a nice parfait Well its got to be a chocolate jesus Good enough for me Got to be a chocolate jesus Good enough for me Well its got to be a chocolate jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate jesus Keep me satisfied

why not if you pick up da whores on da second floor of rei!

seems like the sand-people who dig on allah got this one covered, especially since they don't even bother w/ the "poor" distinction

prole's the spitzer call girl?

1 word or 1 photo for those who want to play the game, not a whole article here's mine:

sunday