Greg_W

Josh, you are such a fucking idiot. Doesn't it concern you just a little when you read the duplicitous activities of your hero, John Kerry? Pull your head out of your partisan ass and allow other ideas to enter your young feeble skull. I know your liberal religiosity will never allow you to deviate from your lemming-like march to the Kerry/Demo/Socialist cliff, but it'd be interesting to consider something other than what you've been spoonfed all your life, now wouldn't it?

I've just inked a deal with icegirl and Caveman Promotions to sell autographed posters of this shot to fund my next alpine-style attempt on The Tooth. Buy 'em up quick, they're going like hotcakes!!!

Payback is a motherfucker, eh?

If you're addressing my post, I wasn't necessarily addressing your preference in looks, it was more the guys saying, "she's too skinny to take in the mountains, blah, blah, blah,..." What a crock. Those dirtbags would take her climbing in a heartbeat. She flashes those pearly whites and asked for a partner for "Serpentine Arete", someone who knows the area, and guys would be scrambling for the shot. I know pretty chics that climb well, I know ugly chics that climb well; they're all fun to climb with.

Suckass. A little psycho is a good thing, man.

Is that the Lollipop Guild in winter garb or something?

Two words, my Canadian brother: hardwood floors. Yeeehaawww!!!! Yeah but there's a fine line between hardwood floors and the traction tape staircase. As long as my stubble is as long as her stubble, I'm okay. Besides, intimate personal grooming and fine tequila make for an interesting date.

Two words, my Canadian brother: hardwood floors. Yeeehaawww!!!!

All you fuckers are gay. The chic's pretty. You're worse than a bunch of women. Tuck your tampon strings back in and deal with the fact that she climbed Everest and you didn't/couldn't. My props to her.

Keen Acres in Leavenworth (it's in the new guide).

I'll back Bug's assessment based simply on knowing the Bug. He's seen the shit, and knows the shit. I've had other long-time climbers paint the harsh picture for me before climbs and I've appreciated it afterwards.

You always have to have the last word, don't ya? not always.

nah, we'll fuck that up to.

A small payment for the honor of petting the pup at pub club.

Yeah, I think my canoe has the Parvovirus. Not really related, just need to get the new pup checked out. Pup liked the canoe.

No, but the fact that you're whining like a third-grader entering a sugar coma makes it obvious. Your post smacks of indignance about an organization that you have little knowledge of, but are convinced can't be effective as advertised. Just sit back and listen for a moment; attend the meeting and withold judgement. By your own admission, you ARE ignorant of THIS issue and its association with cascadeclimbers.com (of which there is almost none, from what I gather). I also never claimed I was associated with the group, but I do know several people who are and they DO have a good handle on the issues and the community in Washington. I sound like a jerk? Well, maybe. However, again, you are jumping to conclusions without all the facts. Aren't you? I'll be at Pub Club tonight; you can gather more facts there. Greg_W

Huh, I heard they suck ass re: customer service. Maybe there's more than one vet there. Anyone like Aurora Vet Hospital? I think that's where I'm going.

Bringing this to the top, and adding that she is looking for a FEMALE ROOMMATE ONLY.

Not to mention a $.43 jump in the price of regular unleaded.

Is the location dog friendly?

New greeting amongst climbers: "Hey, bro. What level do I climb at? Uh, I lead 5.9 trad, 5.10b sport (sometimes), and I can belay 5.12c. I belayed a 5.13c once, but that was hella hard, man!!! The guy fell and he almost cracked his skull, so I've dialed my belays back a bit, you know, to where I'm comfortable for now."

Why would I do that? That's like blending Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot...it just shouldn't be done. Chessies are smarter, anyway.

Chesapeake Bay Retriever

True that. I've nothing to be bitter about nowadays: my life is truly good; great, really. I just keep up the bitter act 'cause I know you guys would miss it if I didn't. The pup is good, the g/f is great, life is grand - all is the product of living a life of intention, choosing to be happy each day, and taking deliberate steps to organize and direct my life. See you suckers on the sunny side of the street...