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i assume b/c hand-drilling a 3/8 bolt takes more time and energy - niether of which are desired when you're in the alpine and/or you're the size of a small elf

so long as the impossible's dead n' all, can i be the first one to stick my sweetness into it's still half-warm corpse?

left out the best part of my day! 7 AM - arrive in mcdonald's drive-through line morbidly hung-over 7:01 AM - force bro-in-law to switch to driver after the vanguards of The Big Burp begin to arrive 7:03 AM - mere yards away from the drive through window, and in full sight of a half-dozen cars in which humble workingmen wait for their meager biscuits on the way to their tedious jobs, i commence w/ the Great Spit 7:05 AM - leaving a great big puddle of orange gunk (mmm - TANG!) by the roadside i pad back into the passenger seat in my mulch-encrusted socks and proudly eat the hashbrowns that have just arrived

laughable - ha! there's no putting the genie back in the bottle, vendajo! hey, what unemployed person wants to crag anytime over the next week and a half (and/or go out for some tasty alpine...)

took 2 very large Southern mammals out onto the nisqually glacier at a pace just barely fast enough to get there 'fore the whole thing melted...

will try to show - inlaws flying into 2night - a strong motivator to getout of the house!

word. and that's an easy price of admission - 6 laps solo on the corner can be done in a long lazy afternoon - alas climbing w/ homonids today kept me to a mere 1000

climbing any route on hood this time of year is like humping your sister - yeah, you can do it, but it doesn't make you feel proud

so do you find yourself grabbing The Nodder more or less often since the big accident?

i hate democracy

would dig on helping out but already planned on sweltering in the alpine that day - will come along if the stupid heat makes me pansy out...

my 2 children endlessly screaming - if you can zen out to that shit you can endure anything...

yeeeessss

that some sorta lesbian thing?

i prefer to make my rapping experience a far more artistic one and thus the below

would be no problem if'n the cycle was equiped w/ a cattle guard - would render the whole thang more enjoyable to watch to boot

wayne's lesson for next weekend - "hey ex-wives fit in suitcases real easy if you have power tools!"

"mother of god i thought - here it comes!"

huh-huh - you said "taint"

4 hrs or so...

couldn't find any fools to climb w/ me so had to settle for doing endless laps up da corner - the highlight was def watching from the land of the little people as a peregrine ripped a dove he'd just caught into a 1000 pieces just at the exit from pitch 3 onto the grassy ledges - 2 just mature eagles circled the river for a good portion of the morning too

dig it...

nice - slum'n it in washougal certainly recommended as it's a cheaper area and def out of the way - puts you 10 minutes away from beacon too

one did have a face like a melon but oddly appeared to be defending the aggressive one...

hmm - that didn't translate at all...