Greg_W

Scott; I'm about to say what most people are thinking, but don't have the balls to say: I don't care about your kid. It's nice that you have a child, congratulations, really. I don't want to see pictures of your kid or hear about how he/she is some uber-kind (every parent says this). You've made a lifestyle choice to have children, and that's nice, but don't presume that the vast majority really wants to hear about it just 'cause you're all excited about it. Greg_W

but if you are really hot and sweating - you're either already dead and in hell ... or still alive and in heaven. Or you're getting some good, hard lovin'!!!

That's all the beta I need. Thanks, Bug. We ought to hook up for some training hikes this Spring. I wouldn't mind doing Adams as a warmup.

what are you reading? "how to repress Dr Phil and Dr. Atkins in 10 easy steps?" "Every Knee Shall Bow", the true account of Randy Weaver and the government funded murders at Ruby Ridge. That book snould feed your right wing paranoia. i think it's been fed, appetite fully satisfied, this book is just a little dessert Yeah. By the way, anyone wanna come over and help build a sandbag bunker in front of my house this weekend? It'll be fun.

what are you reading? "how to repress Dr Phil and Dr. Atkins in 10 easy steps?" "Every Knee Shall Bow", the true account of Randy Weaver and the government funded murders at Ruby Ridge. That book snould feed your right wing paranoia. Why do you have to call names, Dave? Can't we all just peacefully coexist in society as fellow citizens with differing viewpoints? What's with the labels, man? That's so divisive.

Oh go do some laundry Greg.... Bwahahahaha!!! Did mine over the weekend dude! It was a rockin' time...FUCK YEAH!!!!!

Jeez, take it to match.com. Back to talking about climbing...

And?

What does this have to do with climbing dude? Sheesh.

what are you reading? "how to repress Dr Phil and Dr. Atkins in 10 easy steps?" "Every Knee Shall Bow", the true account of Randy Weaver and the government funded murders at Ruby Ridge.

minx - I doubt the book I'm reading is on that fat whale's list.

Hey, clean humor is funny, too. Bwahahahahaha!!! I'm here to entertain, dude.

Let's keep that type of hooey in 'Spray', okay, Dru?

No, quite the opposite, actually. And, I now know who you are.

REI Flagshit Store? Free? jja & I saw Roger cruising out from Source Lake on our way in to Chair the other night.

I am laughing so hard I am Oh, really? You think denegrating one of the premier climbing resources in the Pacific Northwest is funny? It's people like you who give this site a bad name - always calling people 'fucktards' and telling them to "eat my ass, buttmunch", and other such grossness. You probably don't even climb. If you want entertainment, switch on Oprah -It's Book Club day.

If you've noticed, the hermaphrodite currently known as 'snugtop' hasn't posted in awhile. This is typical of the imitation female troll perpetrated by some on this site. Soon, 'she' will see this post and post that she got called out of town, was in a seminar, was real busy, etc. to cover 'her' ass. Frankly, I find this type of abuse of a site dedicated to climbing and the outdoors rather silly. Can't we talk about serious climbing instead of all this juvenile, playground/lockerroom bull-pucky?

Dump that bitch, dude. Even if she's good in bed, the chica's got to carry her own gear. Oh, and you're a pussy for fucking doing it. Find your balls, man.

Here's a raised glass to these guys. I happened to see the headline Sat. night in the grocery store and it definitely put a damper on my evening. I have found it interesting that the more I climb the more these types of accidents affect me. I didn't know these guys, but it is saddening to lose three guys who gave back to the local climbing community. My heart goes out to their families.

Well, there you go. That settles it. Let's all move there. Actually, you guys all go first, 'cause then my commute will be a lot easier.

This tags you as a high-maintenance chic (or herm, if you actually exist) who is afraid to get dirty and refers to dirt, moss, and mud as 'icky'. You probably won't carry your own gear without whining, bitch about the bugs, and spooge a guy's rope with sunscreen that you liberally apply every five, fucking minutes whether you are belaying or not. Based on that (which I'm sure is fairly spot-on), you won't find much action here outside of the "late-teens early twenties super horny don't know any better" crowd. Good luck

Vegas is a shithole.

No way, too much weight. If I have to take out a killer snaffle it'll be hand to hand combat with an ice axe. I'd be interested in something other than the Emmons; I'll take a look at this S. Tahoma Gl. route. I'm free any weekend except the ones I'm busy.

Bug, I'm already a flaming asshole. Can I still come?

Phew, it's good to be back. I'm sure many people thought that I had been banned, but in reality I've been out of town on a special diplomatic mission for the State Department. A few months ago, some individuals unofficially associated with Secretary of State Powell and Former President George H.W. Bush approached me with an offer I couldn't refuse. I seems that during GWH Bush's tenure as the CIA Chief, there was a small flap over some "black helicopters" that spent a good deal of time cruising the deserts of Nevada and making forays into California. I didn't ask why they had approached me, although I was curious, but said I'd do it. I didn't really have a choice - they threatened to reveal some particularly sensitive information about me. It seems that a small band of Bush's former cronies within the Trilateral Commission had taken to observing certain elements in the Berkeley peace movement back in the '60's and were tracking their association with known hardline Chinese Communists. The extent of this activity included the handing over of funds to one Al Gore by ChiComm operatives posting as Buddhist monks. Bush and Powell were convinced that this activity went very deep into China and into the U.S. I was asked to track several key individuals and report on their progress. No problem right? Well, fuck, they were dropping my tall, gangly white ass into short, dark-haired Mainland China. I assumed the identity of a former Russian military advisor and entered via the rugged mountain regions in the South. My goal was to travel unobtrusively Northwards to the border of Mongolia where I would meet a contact who would get me the information I was looking for. After 4 weeks of covert travel, I reached my objective: a small tavern run by an Australian ex-patriot by the name of Wally. Late one night, in a raging snowstorm, I finally shouldered my way through the door and into the tavern. Now, I expected to find a mid-forties, fat, sloppy drunk of a tavern owner named Wally, get my information, and get the fuck out of Dodge (weird name for a Mongolian city, but whatever). As I stepped through the door, my gaze fell on six feet of dark-haired, green-eyed, amply breasted Australian womanhood. Surely, this can't be the Wally I'm looking for. Well, boys, I'll be damned to hell if it wasn't. That accent and lilting laugh cut through the din of the bar like a sharp knife through horsecock. It was near closing time and the bar cleared out, except for Wally and I. Oops, I've got to go...there are Chinese Secret Policemen outside the internet cafe I am writing from. I'll write more when I get to Siberia and safety (if there is such a thing in this line of work)... For now, fighting for freedom, democracy, and America, Greg_W