Son_of_Caveman

GRIZZLEY BEAR OF THE MONTH

quote: Originally posted by Pepper Boy: "Lick It Up . . . Lick It Up . . . Yeah - eah - eah" you're just full of yourself aren't you, pepperboy?

I say we go to Caveman's house, pillage his flock, drink all his stout, and smoke all his herb. All in favor, say "Aye"

There was this virgin that was going out on a date for the first time and she told her grandmother about it. So, the gramdmother says, "Sit here and let me tell you about those young boys. He is going to try to kiss you, you are going to like that but, don't let him do that. He is going to try to feel your breast, you are going to like that but, don't let him do that. He is going to try to put his hand between your legs, you are going to like that but, don't let him do that. But most importantly, he is going to try to get on top of you and have his way with you. You are going to like that but, don't let him do that, it will disgrace the family.” With that bit of advice, the granddaughter went on her date and could not wait to tell her grandmother about it. So, the next day she told her grandmother that her date went just like she had said. "But," she said, "I didn't let him disgrace the family. When he tried that I turned him over, got on top of him and disgraced his family." P.S. Dwayner, nice breakdown. Dru, take yur vitamins.

...emerald eyes bulge a pouting mouth gapes, a slender body writhes as the dagger ... horns will grow from your head, your pearly skin will turn a burnt red and...

Bone- I've noticed your rougher demeaner lately. Got your black belt finally? [ 05-02-2002, 12:11 PM: Message edited by: Son of Caveman ]

Wet, wet weekend a-comin'. Best hustle on down to the track and do some indoor cart racing. It's a gas on an otherwise shitty day.

[ 05-02-2002, 10:53 PM: Message edited by: Son of Caveman ]

You know guys, Sparky and I go way back. He'd never kop to it though. Let me tell y'all a little story about Sparky. It happened in Vegas, when we were there passing through on the roundabout way to Joshua Tree. Anyway, Sparky has alway been very ashamed of his penis because of it's size. He has an extremely small penis and doesn't handle the smirks and guffaws well when his dates make fun of it. It was slow at the tables that night and this cute little thing with big 'taas had been nuzzling up to Sparky all night. So he takes her off to a dark corner and decides he will show her his schlong, hoping maybe later on romance. He unzips his pants, whips out his small pecker, and shoves it into her hand. He sits there in the total darkness, waiting for her reaction. Finally she says, "Thanks for offering Sparky, but you know I don't smoke." [ 05-03-2002, 09:02 AM: Message edited by: Son of Caveman ]

I hear they taste like chicken.

You gov't roids kill me. Ever thought about a REAL career? Larry, admit it...you were a hall monitor in grade school weren't you?

picture wouldn't come thru [ 05-02-2002, 09:43 PM: Message edited by: Son of Caveman ]

Two words..."accidents happen".

The KTK climbs year around. The KTK doesn't pussy out because of some fucking lacky lazyasseyed snow-plow wingnut. The KTK kicks it. When summer comes and you boys find comfort on the snow-free, manicured trails, the KTK clan will already have stomped many, many crags. We most likely will be found in Cabo, chasing skirts and fishing for a month or so. [ 05-02-2002, 07:54 PM: Message edited by: Son of Caveman ]

quote: Originally posted by Pepper Boy: Good to know you're willing to try, though. Where would the race be without the valiant efforts of brave men exploring virgin territory. Assuming your ass is virgin. Bets, anyone? If I needed any shit from you pooper boy, I'd squeeze your head.

Jon, great job...be sure to throw in some nude koochie.

mountain violence rules!

max=lambone??

quote: Originally posted by sk: quote:Originally posted by erik: socm= some old crusty man socm= sickly obese cookie monster Thanks erik, Thaught it might be some thing like that, or perhaps some strange cult. It stands for Son of Caveman, you lunatics.

A guy walks into a bar with an alligator. It's about 10 feet long. The bartender flips out and says, "Hey buddy, you gotta get that son of a bitch outta here. It's going to bite one of my customers and I'm going to get sued." The guy says, "No no no, it's a tame alligator. I'll prove it to you." He picks up the alligator and puts it on the bar. Then he unzips his pants, pulls out his package and sticks it in the alligator's mouth. The alligator just keeps his mouth open. After about 5 minutes, he pulls it out of the alligator's mouth and zips up his pants and says, "See, I told you it was a tame alligator. Anybody else want to try it?" The drunk down at the end of the bar says, "Yah, I'd like to try it but I don't think I can hold my mouth open that long!"

The origins of climbing are somewhat vague. There were no doubt cave men who scrambled up cliffs trying to escape being the meal for some relative of todays tiger. But early documented claims might be by the Abrahams Brothers whilst taking photos in the The Lake Distict. One of the contenders for the first real climb (a roped ascent with a party of more than one?) was in 1886 when Haskett-Smith made the first ascent of Napes Needle in Wasdale. The next thing you know there are loonies in tweed jackets and flat hats going all over the world, hauling cameras to unlikely looking places and snapping away. Napes Needle is currently graded as a Severe 3, which makes it a reasonable challenge and one of the classics (for &quotclassic" read - &quotThis climb should be done with a hangover and in the rain"). The Lake District has a lot of classics, and not entirely co-incidentally, a lot of pubs. So the Lake District is the home of modern climbing, but it has always kept pace with the increasing standards. Many of the early climbs were hideously unprotected chimneys and gullies (Napes Needle was quiet ahead of its time in this respect), but it wasn't long before the bolder and more foolhardy stepped out on to the faces and crack systems with a hemp rope securely tied around the waist and a bunch of slings over the shoulder. It's definitely a place to head for if you want to catch the full flavour of UK climbing. North Wales would be in a pretty close second place, and if you don't mind the longer walk-ins and are willing to trade good beer for excellent whisky, Scotland is worth the trip too. by Rob

The Pillsbury doughboy is way too happy considering he has no dick.

why not just end your frustration and burning desire... just say "yes" to SOCM