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That's okay, some of us know who you are.

You're really taking that "stay off your feet" order pretty hard, aren't you?

Of course I provided a quick seminar, it would have put me off my feed to see him roll and spatter his way down that much slab.

About five pitches up the Glacier Point Apron, rapping down from Deep Throat, some guy all by his lonesome at a belay stance on some adjacent route, with his buddies a pitch below, calls out to me, "Hey, can you show me how to set up a biner brake?"

Rumor has it that Mike Layton's pickup truck had a cameo in the first X-Men movie.

Necro, I thought you were too with it to be posting retreads like this. It came up in the "Snaaakes" thread awhile back, along with the admonishment to await the surprising end of the animation.

One Man's Mountains by Tom Patey

I moved yer thread over here ya bog trotting titwillow. This is the place if you're looking to dip your wee winkie in the treacle.

Phuc yeah , MattP hates it though How can you like Tad but not Black Sabbath

The Peanut, in Yosemite on the Yosemite Falls trail. Insecure run out 5.10 face climbing on dodgy brown rock with every bolt a 1/4" spinner with messed up protuding bolts. I don't remember the specifics about the anchors, just recall that they inspired sphincter clenching. This was a long time ago, it may have changed for the better, or completely fallen off the map.

Hey, having a g/f doesn't preclude being a switch hitter.

One of you is quite enough, we don't need your other puppets. Is there one name you would most prefer to use, cuz I'd set that up for you.

And here I thought you were selling firewood...

I got it from a buddy who I believe cadged it from the Simpsons.

Erik is correct.

If you're looking for role models, you just might have come to the wrong place, and certainly the wrong forum.

Around Olympia the lights on a lot of main streets have a sensor that responds to something that looks like a strobelight. Lights and sirens WILL get you through the stoplights, but its faster and safer if you can make them green in the direction the emergency vehicle travels.

Ahh, I see the avatar picture has been changed. On behalf of all of CC.com who just could stand the, ahem, titillation, I'd like to thank you for the great service you have done for us Muffy.

Yeah, my Dad and his wife and my sister and her three kids are among the evacuated in San Diego, though it sounds like their houses survived. There was a full on firestorm in the canyon across the street from Dad's house. You know its a serious deal when my father is camped out in my sister's grotty half demolished project house in another part of the city. I'll wager that Santee Boulders and Mission Gorge, the places I learned to climb, are well crisped as well.

sounds bout as stoney as smoking banana peels. snorting nutmeg worked better.

Well, because Spray is kind of like that. See Trask's current "Perfect Tit Size" thread for a different take on essentially the same issue. Later Addendum: Okay, I now understand that this thread was originally in the Climber's Board, that puts a little different spin on things. Does this all tie into that Chestbeating Attention Whore poll E-rock?

Gary, was the border guy a short bald guy with a waxed dome? We had a run-in at the same crossing years ago, issue was a 20 year old misdemeanor marijuana possession event in Edmonton. I never have made it to Skaha....

We had a rattlesnake in the crack halfway up the first pitch of Frogland in Red Rocks, that gives me the creeps many times over compared to those snuggly little bats.

Down at Suicide Rock, across the valley from Tahquitz, there is an old aid line called "The Pirate," a really really thin crack. It has since gone free by climbing the pin scars, only 5.12 if I recall, but back in the late 70's it was still an aid route. We were messing around at the bottom, joking about climbing it, playing with the pin scars. Now, most of this crack was in the knifeblade size, but the pinscar in question would take the tips of two fingers, not quite to the first knuckle. I'm standing there, fingers in the scar, and it screams at me. I jump back, and this angry little bat face wriggles out of the hole and flies away. I'd had no idea they could occupy such a tiny space...