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ha! experienced this distinctly w/ blue jello! watched w/ glee over 12 hours as the shade of shit went from brightest azure to a just off-emerald

Winter my friend, winter mike's usually elbow-deep in bored housewives w/ poor posture cum winter

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done - go ahead and lick your computer screen......now!

my virginity? oughta be pretty dried out n' less sticky by now...

goddamn if this don't catch it perfectly!

nonsense - no troubles at all - enjoyed every second of it! watched the entire 4th season of the west wing while shivering under 3 blankets and screeching the words to "you are my sunshine" endlessly over n' over in pig latin till my vocal cords gave up and strangled my hippocampus in self-defense anyone can take a week of campy-inspired bathroom campouts - THEY OUGHTA HAVE TO!

as of 2 days ago, still closed http://www.fs.fed.us/r6/mthood/news/documents/NewsreleaseH-30-068.18.06Mt.HoodComplexclosure.pdf

that sums it up for me goat - i rarely treat water in the upper backcountry and have been doing so for half a decade now w/o getting the hammer - this shit was nasty enough to make me think twice - i wouldn't have been able to work pretty much all week if it had been the school year already should point out that sky has the iron-gut as we drank out of the same streams and he emerged unscathed - great, yet another thing i suck at comparatively i hear ya wayne - this wasn't the longest stretch i hadn't been drunk for and/or been active in for as long as i can remember- i'm hoping i'm not so wrecked now i can't squeeze one last trip in 'fore fawking labor day jay - it coulda also been the mid-portion of stream coming down from asgard - i was so wiped after getting whupped on by colchuck balanced that i couldn't stand to wait a half hour for iodine to clean the water - i drank a liter out of the first part of the stream you hit when heading down hill from the pass of cbr, and then another liter after finally concluding the shity slide alder cross-fuck and getting back on the trail my fav part about campy is the possibility of paralysis as a result of nerve damage caused by the immune system attacking it's own nerves - makes me paranoid about me tingling balls guess i should go rape a nun 'fore i lose the ability?

any one else had this fun, fun bacteria 'fore? i got my sweet case from the fragrant waters spilling down the gully below colchuck balanced rock - delayed epic! 5 days of fever above 103! shitting my brains out 40 X day (actually that part wasn't so bad - done read every copy of "alpinist" in mi bano cover to cover now)! the best though was clearly collecting my own chocolate milk excrement for the doctor to play w/ - but it was all worth it! just for the proper amount of motiviation to replace my long broken water filter sweet, sweet campy bacteria - here's to you!

"my hamstring!"

nice - but amidst the recent debate on immigration i note a certain lack of concern for all these pesky ruskiis poaching our peaks

in the spirit of seinfield i offer this: jesus christ, can the news quit producing stories like the one i lifted this pic from? wtf does it do but make me want to yak up my iron-fortified cheerioes? seems like we get these fawking stories at least once a week...

sky's idea of a fine sundae - er, sunday... Mmm, now that's my idea of a sundae....delicious. hey! only men are allowed to make sex jokes here! ha! ha! our's was hardly an epic as it lacked several of the essential requirements such as: a) bad weather b) injury c) heinously stuck rope d) plague e) natural disaster f) need to be home in less than 2 hrs or a resulting 1) divorce 2)loss of job or 3) criminal proceedings it did have some stereo-typical epic qualities: a) uh - dark descent b) climber lacking headlamp c) climber lacking clothing d) climber lacking water e) climber consuming too much on way up f) climber lacking any on the way down g) stupid murky vegetable 'swacking anything that culminates in the glorious sunsoaked, granite-encircled haziness of sunday morning can hardly deserve so stoic a moniker as "epic"

truly the amount of brain damage incurred sunday prevents any articulate recollection - user error #1117

and is it me or is this really the most innovative way to respond to the whole gear prompt?

sky's idea of a fine sundae - er, sunday...

i'm certain i have no idea what yer talk'n 'bout!

funny - was having a similar experience just a few miles away on colchuck balanced at the same hours - least we made it down to the whiskey 'fore sunup!

crude n' pedastrian 'n the over-application of the reverent fuck-phrase

ahhh - methinks the best phrase employing the sweet, sweet fuck-word is "mother of fuck!" when greatly vexed

got ass kicked on colchuck balanced and thoroughly enjoyed a moon-light descent through goat-fucking slide alder ate mescaline and went swimming in the warm, warm bathtub-like lake colchuck during an impromptu rave on a flat-rock in the boulder field think i need to give up climb'n'n'favor of drink'n - think'n i'm better at that...

i seem to recall that unless you have double ropes you can't rap the initial bullshit 4th class pitch as there's no suitable anchor - there might be another line off the top though that would bring you down through good anchors the walkoff's not bad either - and you can frequently hitchhike back to the car w/ some exhulant mother-fucker who's just nailed das toof

"all we are is dust in the wind dude" "yes! like sands through the hour-glass - so are the days of our lives!"

beacon was rocking 2day - full house oddly round noon at snag ledge - saw Old Jim n' he said the female peregrine was recently found dead