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when there's no climbing to be had at beacon in the winter there's little else to do about bitch about how folks will be climbing at beacon in the summer it'd be cool if they could paste the new topo on the sides of all trains roaring by - you get lost/confused, just hang out till the next one passes...

tired of never mowing the lawn? moving to greener pastures?

i shouldn't have to read stuff that sucks

check spray Like I said, how does the cc.com machine get that I am leaving or quitting FOR GOOD out of "Im out....later"? the law of precedent

wow - you must have a really big... ...bookshelf.

beacon's secret, ya know? so long as the first folks to sink unwanted bolts in get tied to the train tracks it oughta be alright, no?

a fine moment to inject the norwegian rule for arm-wrestling

i vote she can stay if she instead gets some fucking orthodonter

so this is a question for all you's who have made the Big Promise then broken it - did you keep reading and just throw away the keyboard, or go totally cold-turkey, only to cave later on to the relentless siren-song of cyber-shit?

maybe he was just going to the bathroom?

ah, free-for-some, a truly fine aid route

kk, i'll grant you this is a wierd one - if i'd been forced to watch my parents screw i'dve gouged my eyes out on the spot i reckon - but assuming they weren't doing nothing but having good old fashioned fuck me through a blanket w/ a whole in it while thinking real HARD 'bout jesus catholic sex sans whips'n'choir-boys it ain't that big a deal - they weren't throwing the kid into the mix, were they? or listening to tori amos at max volume while the guy was jacking off into her hair (oh, wait, that's my thing!) human beings are fucking strange little creatures - really, ask any emunclaw resident

doesn't pertain to kids exactly, but in pre-revolutionary europe it was common practice after royal marriages for the bridal party to retire to the bedroom to witness the consumation not certain what, if any, other mammals are particuliarly secretive in their fucking habits - dogs sure don't seem to care christ, i've been to providence - i can't imagine anything more interesting to see there then watching my mom screw some stranger

who cares if it was in a movie or not? most human families throughout history have shared a common room/bed so use your imagination... shit, this one time, at band camp.... mostly this story reminds me of that scene from "the meaning of life": "so let's just take the fore-play as read, shall we?"

testicular encephalitis?

what's wrong w/ oly (beyond the usual, that is)?

there's only one man who can figure this shit out!

there're all pretty much the same - the sunshine has the most glacier travel of all the routes, and last summer i missed getting squished by a megaton of calving ice by only about 5 minutes while just below horseshoe rock

hey wait! how'd velvet's collar come off in the first place? sounds like more than just some aggressive cuddling was going on!

this whole thing wouldn'ta happened if everyone would just chill the fuck out and accept Jesus Christ as Their Lord and Saviour especially the dogs

before or after you smell the panties? :puke:

let's get down to brass tacks: so what'dya booty and when will it appear in the yard sale forum bummer john - luckily doing the right thing is its own reward, eh?

was he using a box-camera?

not in the literal sense

peyote has a way of making an innocent hike in the woods w/ a big gun go all wrong