Fence_Sitter

f-in classic!

in ma mamma's belly

aww c'mon babe! were just playin...you know we luv ya

ding ding ding! we have a winner! for your prize...

i have the secodn edition of freedom of the hills...got it in a used book store... cool cartoons! what's a harness? all ya need to knwo is in there... and ther are even cute lil illustrations to show how you can die!

dood you are sketchy! for Si you need to do another coat of epoxy! at least! you are f-in dangerous! i can believe that you can find another guy to hold the end of your rope! you seriously need to read freedom of the hills chapter 132: epoxy tie-ins

Snack time rolls around, the kids who brought their snack get it out of their backpack. I hand out goldfish crackers to the rest. My phone then rings, it is our speech-language pathologist, and it is regarding some important shit. I am on the phone with her for one and a half minutes. I then hang up the phone, and turn back to the tards. I can't believe what I see: Tyler is snorting Pixie Stick sugar. He had opened up three little Pixie Sticks (which he knows he is not supposed to bring for snack), had lined up rails of sugar, and was using the paper pixie stick tube to snort the shit with! I run over to him and snatch the pixie stick from his hand. He says "Hey, what do you think you are doing??" I told him we do not out things in our nose. He said "I tried to tell you earlier, but you wouldn't let me." I ask him what he had wanted to tell me. He says, "My dad always snorts stuff, he calls it nose candy. Before he went to jail, he gave me a bunch of my own nose candies, and told me I was allowed to have them at school." I referred Tyler to our counselor, who will conduct some sort of drug intervention program with him.

no that is jsut cause she is on of ritti's students...

sorry dood i am too sick...i am supposed to be on SCW right now! if i could babysit, i could climb and i sure as hell wouldn't be here... hope your saturday is more productive than mine...i am just getting high on prescription meds...

yah man...like seriousy harness the chi and shit!

ma bad dawg! she's a hottie!

I wasn't up for the argument. I am not a dietician. I am a retard teacher. Recognize. fo shizzle ritti!

i will cough on you and infect you with my plague... you adn your first born and his first born etc. will die an excrutiating death have a nice day...it'll be your last!

i dont know...they say yuo cant teach an ol' dawg new tricks.... sorry allison i couldn't resist...dont make erik ban me! please!!?

hooraaah awison is hawt

yah...in the caption of teh bottom it says something like first ascent king everywhere or something like that...it was just a trip to see him in a Scottagucci ad in climbing...

Got a new kid today. He can't sit still for the life of him. I told him to put his coat in the coat closet and he started to bitch right off the bat. "Work is too hard, I hate working." Hopefully he will pee in his pants or masturbate or something good.

erik, do you have a 'special needs child"?

just go buy some really strong glasses at vallue village and you can think you are drunk all day!

anyone see Freddy B. in the new patagucci ads? they cal him like king of alpine or alpine royalty...sweet lil ad...

Frank Zappa was a musician of some renown, viewed by some as a great composer, and was fairly popular. At age ten, Beethoven, a fairly well-known composer himself, was tearing shit up on the piano. Clearly, anything a ten-year-old lad can accomplish is unremarkable, and thus we can rest assured that composing music is kinderspiel. Buenas noches, Poop; and bone swah to Dwayno as well. OMFG!!! THAT IS FUNNY SHIT!!!!!!!!! Pope...i got a buddy who is an old fart at 16 THAT WILL JUST KICK YOUR ASS PLAIN AND SIMPLE on bouldering...i'll make no claims regarding crack climbing, but if you want to distill down to a couple of moves, you and dwayner won't even hang the first set of holds...and he was climbing almost as hard at 12 and 13 as he is now...go ahead and slam me for saying bouldering only, but if he decided to concentrate in the other realms you'll be blown away there as well... i disagree...there are oodles of freakoid kiddies running aboud climbing hard at sport and bouldering...there is a reason for that...they weigh 90 lbs! i have never seen a kid climb higher than 12 cracks... This kid's 150lbs... and that's what they said about sharma and he's a tank now... also, Jason Campbell was climbing 5.12 cracks as a youngster in the valley as well as tom herbert...additionally, you don't see many 5.13 crack ascents in general, now do you??? girlies have done it... hill, rodden

ok i am sick and bored so i am gonna compile some of these for y'all 12/20a: Even punishments can be funny If the tards are bad at recess, they have to sit at the "ball box" and untangle the jumpropes. It is virtually impossible for them. I make them do it so I can watch them get frustrated and kick and grunt. These are the small pleasures that make my day tolerable. Lewis is another case. Truly, a case. He is in fifth grade and likes to flap his arms like a bird. He is amusing though, because he will say things to you like "Do you have a hyperlink on your website to the Parkland School District." One time I said to him "Lewis, so funny you are." He stops, thinks for a while, and says "You said 'so funny you are' instead of 'you are so funny'..........I like that." He recently said, "wouldn't it be funny if you snuck a camera into Costco and secretly took a bunch of pictures of fat people. Then put them all on a website and call it www.piggiesatcostco.com. [Ed. note-This is not a real website]. I got socked in the eye by a distraught reetee. Last month, one of my tards actually ran away and hid UNDERNEATH a fucking portable classrom. Unbelievable. It was dirt, trash, rats and a retard under Portable 12. One morning Francis (see entry 12/5a: Francis, for a description of him) comes into the room with two big boxes of Lucky Charms. How nice, I thought, for the huge fat kid to bring in snacks. Upon further investigation of the Lucky Charms, I discover that both boxes are open. Also, there is not ONE FUCKING MARSHMALLOW in either box. NOT ONE!!!! The green cupcakes in the picture are from a kids 7th birthday that was celebrated during class. As he was passing them out, he actually tried to decide who he was and wasn't going to give a cupcake too. I told him that that wasn't a choice--everyone gets one or no one gets one. He flipped out, took two of them, and smashed them on the lenses of his glasses. that's all for now kids! eeeenjoy! its soo wrong! but it is too funny!

personally i am a fan of just winding the rope through my harness a ouple of times and jsut tying random knots until the knot becomes the size of a basketball... seems pretty bomber to me... kinda a bitch to untie tho'