Greg_W

You forgot spandex wearing...Bwahahaha!!!

you could go to Bishop and get spotted Hey man, at least I'd be climbing! That's all I want to do right now. I could even handle the chalk hand prints on my ass. As long as the spotters were cute that is... I can help with that. I have references.

Deep breaths help too.

Sure, I'm sure Dwayner or Pope have a few in the garage they would sell you.

WeRd.

It's a new crag down by Renton; nice granite. Bwahahahahahaha!!!!

That's what I figured, too. Well put. C'mon people, spew the hate, rhetoric, and bullshit that IS cc.com spray. Bring it!!!!

Now you're getting it, brother!!! Apply chalk liberally just prior, it makes cool handprints!! hehehe

Bastard!!! Hey, have fun. Give Lisa Rands a smack on the ass for me.

Uh, yeah! This is fun! Let's go have fun when all those suckers are, um, having more fun. Huh. Guess I'll do some more homework. I hear ya. I'm babysitting and supposedly putting a bit together.

Discussion was had on this subject earlier by myself and a compatriot. Marshman19 comes on the scene with an attitude and mildly condescending, and claims to be a sportclimber/boulderer. After a brief attack he disappears; he seems to have surrendered his position. Therefore, I pose to all this question: IS Marshman19 French? Discuss.

Pub Clubs are verbal masterbation and posturing. On-line is where it's really at. Right? Guys? Are you there? Hey!!! C'mon, man!!!! Don't leave... We're having fun, right? Huh? Shit!

Let's roll, man. Where it be at, yo? Trask and I want to roll with your funky shit, man. Whaddaya say? Bwahahaha!!!

"Wealth" is not a static, unchanging quantity.

Bwahahahahahaah!!!!!!

I re-read this and it pissed me off. You have no clue what a lot of the people who frequent this site are out climbing; much of which would cause you to shit yourself. So, young squab, remember that God gave you ONE mouth and TWO ears - translation: shut the fuck up!!! You've got those same two ears and one mouth, man. The way I read this thread it was all in jest. And you can't argue that there is more climbing than spraying going on. To imply that the younger you are the less you should say is bullshit. Jesus. Are you joking here? cuz you now SAR people are scary. Think before you speak or type that is, f#cking sixteen year olds. Word, bro. Relax Cracked.

We had a goldfish swallowing contest. Does that count?

Oh, shit that is funny!!! I am on my ass!!!

Central, eastern, it's all Les Schwab Country. I walked into a bank in Prineville and the teller took one look at me and said, "you look like a Schwabie." I didn't know what the hell she was talking about until she pointed to my close-cropped hair.

Yeah, they're cute, but deep down, they're just horrid creatures. Mine would always escape. Dad would find it in the dryer vent hose.

Why be specific when you can just say "you don't know shit about shit" and cover it all? I'd say it's sly wit taken to a whole new level. jason, it's called, telling you what I really think isn't worth my time so I'll throw that out.

chuck - yeah. I DID give her water!!! C'mon you liberal wealth re-distributors, I did a good deed: I redistributed my wealth of water to someone less fortunate!!! And...and...it made me feel GOOD!!!! Maybe I should give away more of my stuff!!! Wait, what?!??!?!?!?! Let's not get carried away, here. Hey, I helped her out and got a chuckle out of it in return; just spreading the humor that I found to bring joy to your hearts. WOW!!! There I go again!! This is FUN!!!!

What's weird is that you're asking them. Dive right in, dude. Show some initiative!!! That's the ticket.

Thanks for the critique, DFA. Sheesh, a bunch of sensitive people here. I was just sharing a funny thing that happened over the weekend and people get all bent. jkrueger, calm down, you'll wet yourself. Sexual Chocolate, I don't listen to Rush; not my style. Skisports, I never said I chased her down, dude. I did give her your e-mail address, though.

I've noticed this as well, klenke. I always brush my teeth, whether cragging or out in the mountains; I notice some do not. To each his own, I guess.