Greg_W

Dig through the books, like the rest of us do. Create adventure for yourSELF.

Please add me to the list. Anyone that you don't like is obviously a friend of mine.

Typical drivel from an aging swinger wannabe...

Ever hear of it? It is the title of a Nevermore song, so I did a google search and turned up some stuff about Emmanual Kant, etc. Anyone know more? Have experience, opinions, etc.? Boy, can you tell I'm bored?

Twice in two threads. Shit, man, give yourself some credibility and spell "dirtbagger" correctly.

I'm tied in kinda tight with some of these locals, so I keep a low profile (most of the time). But I hear ya.

5) "dirtbager" is actually spelled D-I-R-T-B-A-G-G-E-R. Please get it right.

I'm usually pretty laid back in those small towns - go local, I say. But, I had some wicked metal cranking and was feeling the hate, so I just went off. Oops.

That sounds like a good idea to me...would anyone protest? How about it Beck? I'm willing to handle the protest, if noone else will. Let me work on it and get back to you. It's important that we represent both sides here.

I forgot where I was this morning (small Eastern Oregon town) and flipped a guy off who was doing about 18 mph in a 35 zone; he got highly aggitated. Lucky he was in a tiny Jap piece of shit; I hit the horses in the ol' Chev and beat feet.

What? Nobody said, "Who gives a Buck" yet? Bwahahahahaha!!!!

Save the Mr. Rogers pep talk for those high school girls you been chasing, goofball. hehehe

WE have the same "fear of merging" problem here. I hear ya; I learned in and around Chicago, where the horn and the "one finger salute" are standard fare.

Fucking Seattle Drivers. Sheesh. Get up near Snoq. Pass and then I see some nitwit trying to play like it's fucking Days of Thunder on I-90 and shove his 11' of car into a 13' hole. Does noone understand that space is a GOOD thing when driving at 70+mph? Fuckin' gapers, I swear. Okay, I'm done. Saw some beautiful wildlife this weekend and got bit by a dog (li'l fucker). By the way, this isn't one of those "what did you do this weekend?" threads. I don't care, I just wanted to bitch about traffic. Carry on with your meaningless lives.

Good for him. This means I will definitely show.

Fuck you Schuldt; wanker.

There's also a pretty bad Pine Beetle infestation going on North of where the fires are and it seems to be spreading into Alberta (is that the next one East?). Bummer.

THIS POST SHOULD BE DELETED!!!! AND THE AVATAR BANNED!!!! Put more diplomatically, I believe this is a valid question. Scotty never said how it happened; however, it is completely his right to not discuss it if he does not want to.

Yeah, I think I saw you. A group of small Mexican children were poking you with sticks outside of the restaurant as you yelled, "TORO, TORO" at the top of your lungs. I think you were wearing one of the tablecloths on your head. I ran the kids off, and then you thanked me profusely, repeatedly asserting that your sister was, I quote, "the marrying kind." I got you in front of the 7-11 with a cup of coffee and took off.

Oh, like you orcas have it ALL together. Yeah, sure, aren't you guys afraid of dolphins or something? Pussy

So Dwayner and I were discussing some obscure reference to the Dead Sea Scrolls via PM a few weeks ago, and he suggests we grab a beer. Since he's all about Tacoma, I figure he'll know the nice bars, so I agree to head South. I roll up to Dwayner's pad and he's on the lawn with a half-empty Mickey's in each fist, looking kinda wild-eyed. "LET'S ROLL, BRO!!" He bellows, and off we go. As a fairly tall, white, closely-shorn individual, I stick out just about anywhere outside of the Bellevue Square Mall but I'm used to that. Dwayner points me into some seedy section of town and tells me to park in front of an even seedier-looking tavern. I thought that I had frequented a few "taverns" in my youth, but nothing in East Texas prepared me for this. Dwayner strolls in like he owns the joint and we get eyed pretty close at the door. Once inside, though, Dwayner knows everybody!! Reuben-esque women of the dark-skinned variety are buying him drinks left and right, while I am forgotten on a bar stool chatting with what looked like a washed up old blues singer. Now worries, we're treated like regulars within 10 minutes and things start to get lively. The juke box starts spitting out tunes and Dwayner is like he's trying to shake the white off rice. After about an hour of this, Dwayner is completely soaked in sweat; he sways in front of me and says, "Les geddouddahere, this place is dead." Stumbling through the door with Dwayner in tow, he slides into my front seat. Now, I'm not a neat freak or nothing, but I do like to take care of the leather seats in my truck; Dwayner looked like he had just run a marathon, bench-pressed Wynona Judd, and pushed a Mack truck around the block. Boy, I had some work cut out for me with the leather cleaner. The next bar Dwayner steered me towards was a little bit more on the bright side. Almost too bright, actually. Very friendly, well-kept, professional types and plenty of plants and Kenny G going on. This place actually made me MORE nervous than the last one. Anyway, we saddled up to the bar and started drinking; Dwayner started scoping the chics. I kept my head down and worked on my vodka & cranberry like it was the last one on Earth. Finally, Dwayner latches on to a filly and drags her over (literally, he was pretty drunk by now) to the bar to meet me. "Sheila" had a pretty firm grip for a woman, not to mention rather broad shoulders. No big deal, I shrugged to myself, there are a lot of athletic women in the area. I think "Sheila" had a cold or bronchitis, or something, 'cause she had a pretty deep voice when she said hello. Aw, well, I thought, it's Dwayner's problem not mine. Back to my drink. Again, Dwayner starts cutting a rug something fierce (well, as fierce as you can get when Kenny G, Michael Bolton, and David Gray are on). He's dancing pretty close with "Sheila", but it's hard for me to tell who's leading. I shook my head and ordered coffee from the barkeep. When he brought it, the bartender gave me a concerned look and shifted his eyes towards Dwayner. Now, I was getting worried. At a break in the music, Dwayner and his "lady" came back to where I was sitting to take a breather and grab a drink. It was then that I noticed something peculiar about "Sheila." When she trotted of to "powder her nose", I pulled Dwayner aside; "you see anything strange about her, man?" I asked. "No, doood, she's wicked HOT, " slurred Dwayner. "Uh, look at her throat, bro," I suggested. "Her skin is butter soft, you jealous cad," Dwayner piped. At this point, I couldn't stand it. I grabbed Dwayner by both shoulders and shook him, "She's got an adam's apple, you fool!!" Dwayner got a funny look on his face and kinda blinked a few times. "She, uh, got punched in the throat as a teenager, you insensitive asshole!" Dwayner yelled. "Gedthefugouddahere, I'm going home with Sheila!!" Dwayner bellowed; just on cue, Sheila glided back up and took Dwayner by the arm and smiled at me. I got the shivers. I shook my head and shrugged. What could I do? I slipped the barkeep a fin and headed for the door, not looking back. I haven't heard from Dwayner since and I'm getting kinda worried... Greg_W

Nice job. Thanks for the beta on the rap off of Blueberry Terrace. RE: the upper pitches, you did them correctly. Pro slowly disappears as you near the top and it is dirty. From that last belay bush, the route goes where you want it to. If you head further left, you can hit the top anchors of "Dark Rhythm". Greg_W

Hey, I said "accidentally spill" juice in there; I WANT to taste the vodka, man!!!

No guns, rampant alcoholism, I'd be 3' taller than everyone. Where's the fun in that? Go back to Iceland, toadstool. Fine, no Japan, how about Switzerland then, pissface? No crime, great working ethic, more guns than you can shake a stick at, kick ass beer and cheese and chocolate for the ladies, and if you leave the Hawaii shirts behind then you'd look just like everybody else. Or, take them with and you'll look like an E poppin, disco dancin Euro boy. Whatever you prefer. If that doesn't work for you just chime back and I can suggest something else. You know what? I like America just fine, so fuck off.

I thought the sings were wearing black clothes and listen to loud music no that's when you grab your legal weapons and spray down some jocks in colorado "spray down"? Not hardly, bro. Yes, legal weapons, but purchased illegally by a "straw" buyer.