Greg_W

I don't view "close-minded" the same way as I view a person who is solid in what they believe. Just because you can't sway me off my position with your arguments, doesn't mean I'm close-minded, it just means that I believe what I believe for very specific reasons and that's that. Doesn't mean we can't have a nice, spirited debate about it - I've had many good debates with friends of a more liberal persuasion and we're all still friends.

That's interesting, assmonkey, because I've had the opposite experience as a rather right-thinking individual. It's the liberals who are so adamant that I change my thinking to theirs. It's the liberals who beat me over the head with their dogma and demand that I must be wrong. I laugh, because all this tells me is that they feel threatened by the fact that I'm comfortable in my views. Apparently, they aren't so comfortable with theirs. And, to answer your question, I'm selectively nasty and normally a nice guy. I have no patience for stupid people or people who believe it is their purpose in life to try to beat their dogma into my head. To those, I say, "fuck off or back it up." Greg_W

Very interesting. I really had to dig through Mountain Gear's website to confirm this.

Is that why you are so nasty to people? Was I nasty to you when we met on Colchuck Lake a few months ago?

I heard that Shoreline Mountain Products moved there, recently. That may be their catalog sales and warehouse only, but you could check the website: Shoreline

CJ - GWB WAS a fighter pilot. That was his classification and job in the Air Guard. From what I've heard, it's not an easy job. Now, whether he was a fighter pilot who saw combat or not is another issue (and we know he didn't).

That worries me a little and I believe in God and the Bible. One important physiological trait that was missed in the womanly design for homemaking: their feet are smaller which allows them to get closer to the sink and stove than men. This is a very key scientific point that was missed in the research.

I've heard Bush's detractors bring up his military service MUCH MORE than I've heard GWB bring it up. I agree with gotterdamerung; Kerry is making his service a huge issue, so let's break it down and take a good hard look at how he DID serve. He's opening that can of worms, so he's asking to have it tipped over and rifled through.

I've always known this to be U.S. policy, but didn't know that it was everyone's policy. The U.N. is full of terrorist appeasers.

Not necessarily true, especially when the opposing party controls Congress. Case in point, Reagan promised the American people a tax break during his campaign. In order to get that break (a promise he was determined to uphold), he had to make a bunch of compromises with the Democratic-controlled Congress which led to a bunch of added spending.

Congress is in charge of budget and expenditures. Now, take another look at your list and ask yourself who was controlling Congress under any given Administration. You can't just take it at face-value.

B-rock, who is in charge of the Federal Budget?

Dude, if you look back, the Democrats have controlled Congress for about 26 of the last 34 years. So, you might want to take another look at whether or not they "understand how you can't spend more than you take in." I, personally, don't think the Republican-led Congress has done much to be fiscally responsible, either, but don't think the Dems are budget-conscious spendthrifts. Greg_W

I use a shoebox under my bed.

back to the top...It's a nice place.

Is it really "super"? Discuss...

I have used the Garmont Vetta for general hiking/approaches, strapped aluminum crampons onto them, and front-pointed in BD Sabertooths in them. They're great. They might be a little cool for extended trips on snow at higher elevations. Maybe not. I love mine.

You CAN reach the blocks to the left of Princely with one rope; from there it's a walk off as there's a path.

Why do you fucking care? Don't like it? Don't read it, move on. You and JoshK sound like whiny little bitches.

I think I need some vitamins and a nap.

uh, yeah.

SB77, I don't really understand what you're talking about here. What does smelly pussy, my dog, and your initial statement have to do with anything? Did I forget what we were actually talking about again? Dammit.

Whaddya think he got a dog for? The companionship? That dog in a bar is gonna be like a drug dog in the airport... There's a book of dog-friendly establishments in Seattle out there.

Now THAT was good spray. hehehe

MORE CLASSIC SPRAY:: Minx: I am wearing a red silk blouse and a miniskirt and high heels. My measurements are 36-24-36. I work out every day. I'm toned and perfect. What do you look like? Trask: I'm 6'2" and about 210 pounds. I wear glasses, and I have on a pair of blue sweatpants I just bought at Walmart. I am also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner - it smells a little funny. Minx: I want you. Would you like to screw me? Trask: OK. Minx: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. Trask: I'm gulping. I'm beginning to sweat. Minx: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest. Trask: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling. Minx: I'm moaning softly. Trask: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. 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I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid. Minx: I'm waiting eagerly for your return. Trask: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh! Minx: What's the matter now? Trask: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way. Minx: Mmm, yes. Come on. Trask: OK, now I'm going to put my ... you know ... thing ... in your ... you know ... woman's thing. Minx: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it! Trask: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here. Minx: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide it in! Screw me now! Trask: I'm flaccid. Minx: What? Trask: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection. Minx: I'm standing up and turning around, an incredulous look on my face. Trask: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my wiener all floppy. 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