Greg_W

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.

DFA, you are a fucking homo. Vodka, fill her up; accidentally spill some cranberry or grapefruit juice in; ice is nice. Voila!!!

Hey, I listened to Nancy Reagan in the '80's. What happened to everybody else?

Grid bolt it all now, then put in the routes. That way you're covered.

No guns, rampant alcoholism, I'd be 3' taller than everyone. Where's the fun in that? Go back to Iceland, toadstool.

and that isn't the post office yer probably thinking of right now.......... hicks meet the climber chicks Just say no to Hefeweizen!!!!!!!!! <===notice this graemlin likes em dark!! Uh oh, I've heard about Szyjakowski's brood of fillies from the P.O. Bring rubbers and sanitary wipes if Szyjakowski's been pawing at 'em.

It is harsh, E; but the world is a hard place. I NEVER said I would not help someone; I help people when I can. However, the difference is I CHOOSE whom I help, and when. What I am against is the government taking my money and then "helping" these people who will not even help themselves. Regarding addiction, this is where we fundamentally disagree. I cannot believe, especially with all the awareness information that has circulated for the past 20+ years, that people have no clue that what they are doing to their bodies results in addiction and other horrible consequences. What you are doing is saying that these people are not responsible for what they are doing. We are all responsible for our actions and the results they create; believe me, I have fucked up many things in my life as a result of my actions. An individual CHOOSES to take drugs, just like I CHOOSE not to take drugs. There is no "I didn't know, I'm an innocent victim of addiction." I am extremely glad that you averted that lifestyle choice, E-rock; the result of that choice has made you into a very cool guy. Your friend made some bad choices, and he is reaping the consequences.

No offense to you, E-rock, you're not the only one who says this, but this is the hugest crock of SHIT I have ever heard. What the fuck is a "fair shake from society"? Did "society" force this guy to take drugs, steal your identity, etc.? The notion of a "society" granting a "fair shake" is unimaginable. As individuals that make up a "society", do we all get together and decide that E-rock's friend should get a "fair shake"? At the group meeting, we agreed that Trask will give E-rock's friend a job down at the hardware store because he "deserves a fair shake", not because he's qualified. Also, we agreed that Robbob would rent E-rock's friend his converted garage for next to nothing, because E-rock's had "a tough go of it" being an addict and all. Towards the end of the night, it was decided by the group that Sisu Suomi would sell E-rock's friend his old Toyota pickup for less than blue book, well, to help this poor guy out who's never had a "fair shake from society." What a load of crap. Pull yourself out of the gutter, CHOOSE to get a job and be productive, and make something of yourself. Greg_W

I've used 2.5 sick days in 11 years of work. Do you people get SO sick that you cannot function at work? I've never understood "using" sick days; most people I know use them for things other than sickness, and I just don't get that. If you're healthy go to work; if you want a day (or half a day) off, work it out with the boss. No big deal, I've always negotiated in this manner at every job I've had. Doesn't work? Get a different job that is more flexible.

...but don't expect other people to fucking pay for it.

Classic!!!

They are all in storage except the .22 with a scope. I need to put a few deer up for the winter. A .22 isn't legal for deer if it's a rimfire. Think about what you're doing, gaper; you could be breaking the law. We have different rules and needs where I live. It doesn't make sense to have gapers running around with 30.06 rifles and too many deer, not enough hunters. Plus, with a Ruger 10/22 and a good scope I can put a slug on a dime at 75 yards. One can pretty much walk up and pet these tame bastards. It's about the meat and population control, not sport. There are game units in Colorado where one can take two deer in a season due to population, our game unit is just not quite official, but it has a long tradition of Local wisdom. The story is, the first time the game warden showed up out here, a couple locals shot the boat right out from under him. There hasn't been much of a presence since. Guess I was wrong in assuming you lived in WA State. Sorry.

They are all in storage except the .22 with a scope. I need to put a few deer up for the winter. A .22 isn't legal for deer if it's a rimfire. Think about what you're doing, gaper; you could be breaking the law.

Have to agree, there.

That's old skool, man!!! Don't you have to also climb in Converse Chuck Taylors while using a stitch plate?

It's kinda tough on sythetic fabrics, for one.

some wacky shit you been smoking. you straight tripping fool. Oh, sure, you're absolutely right, lummox. We should allow this waste of human life to sponge off of "society" for the rest of their lives. I so much love working so that some crackhead motherfucker can live for nothing and go to the methadone clinic for free. FUCK THAT!!! When did it become okay to be a useless, wasted burden on taxpayers?

Hey, MisterE: Go fuck yourself.

did you ever think to fucking ask if people wanted to make such a fundamental shift in the purpose/execution of the ropeup. that was your first mistake. I believe that Beck was the driving force/main organizer of the rope up from day one; maybe his original goal went beyond a drunken climbing get-together and it is now coming to fruition. If you don't want to participate, don't. Have your own "slightly past full moon rope up" or something.