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how could a man who was the voice of lbj ever have his morals called into question?!?

don't forget the nitro!

a fine narrative for sure, but would be a candidate for best tr-ever if you rewrite it to have the bear follow you over the course of the week until you eventually trap it, handcuff it to a downed spruce, and grudge-fudge it to death for it's links to neo-fascist-islamists too bad i wasn't in on the trip - we could have had the script all worked out for the tv series by the time we hit the p-lot back home maybe i should learn to ski?

damn - i was hoping crazy-boy was going to have something juicy for us - this is just so...flacid.

how 'bout tomorrow?

gandhi would have loved teh interweb - these tubes and wires clearly bring out the goodness in all of us - namaste bithces!

maybe it's time to take up kayaking? don't think you need your feet much there, eh? plus you can get all buff n' shit for overhanging routes later on?

reminds me of the line: "i wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn't screw to save it's species"

you can tell us, we're teh interweb

come on now - that's total speculation!

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin', I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin', I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony, I met a white man who walked a black dog, I met a young woman whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded with hatred, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin', And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

yeah...

except the nitro! that WOULD have made the difference.

whatever tr it was that mike wrote from the perspective of his turd was sweet i wrote a tr for granny's asscrack on mt hood once - i enjoyed myself capitaly on that one as i've said on many occasions, good tr's are quite simple, they just require wit and copious profanity tr's are kinda like sex though - never truly bad, though frequently ugly, often purely mechanical, not uncommonly done in the spirit of doing something else (i mighta been climbing hood, but in my heart it was K2), and done right, absolutely sublime

heartbreak on da toof!

Love that movie. funny though - came out basically the same time as star wars and alien but looks waay hokeier by comparision

How rude....I was saying good by to you. but bundling it w/ a lame chiro-joke - you need better material perhaps?

not trying to be downer - i dig on his rwandan tr's too - i'm just saying that all i seem to know about that small nation stems from it's genocide of the last decade and that it creeps into anything i see from there nice ride

hmm - makes me wonder - da toofwand really doesn't seem to get that many tr's - what is the most tapped out climb then on our board? hood south side? serp arete?

How about a chip in our hands that never comes out. Then they will know where we are at all times. his name wasn't logan, perchance? renew! renew! renew!

pretty retarded for a troll that's a route really

but will he be bringing a tauntaun and mlu? weather kinda sucks - seems like if he's waited this long he could wait another night...

sure to be the first of many, many resurrections - the almighty mt hood agony-fuck thread! umm, with a park-title like that, have they thought something might have home-boy?

i love how my twisted brain never fails to insert machetes in their hands either! christ, worse nightmare shit than any zombie-flick...

maybe i'll be able to stop smoking again now don't let yer finely honed basalt-sickness-skillz go to waste up there in the warm granite-country of renton