Dr_Flash_Amazing

Life's more fun over .08.

Eh? Lummoxade? Izzat some type of new performance drink you mix with everclear? "Try our new MD 20/20 flavors; now with improved vomit liquefiers and added codeine kick!"

Isn't that a "BA" Barakus-sized wine-tasting cup? He's describing the STRONG dried fruit notes and hefty mouth-feel of a nice Cab, and indicating that it went down SMOOVE!

"buy me a Beck's beer or pass me a bong gimme some Bushmill's I'll sing you this song open another big box of cheap wine we're over thirty we're doin' just fine!"

Grazie, paisano!

Sport routes? At Castle Crags? Good luck finding many. DFA was there hiking a few years back, and passed a couple bolt lines on little crags by the trail on the way up, but the rest of the park is pretty tradly as the Doctor understands it. Word is the CC guidebook is back in print, though, maybe you can find it somewhere.

Too-shay, Rambo.

Or is it just shitty science, and maybe we're being bamboozled? In any case, figuring that out must've been a real bear. Uhhh, yeah.

So, do you always travel with some sort of small-dick compensator (e.g. gun or Mag Lite), or just when you think you might run into DFA and his adoring throng of nubile groupettes?

That would be the one with the sui' doors. Alas, DFA does not yet own that particular toy, however, when next you see one beached at the Smith parking lot, you'll know the Doctor isn't far off. The '65 is what they were driving in The Matrix, in drool-inducing glooosssssy black.

"the stewardess in leather came walking down the aisle put nipple clamps on me with a sadistic smile" S & M Airlines!

In case if, like, Dwayner, like, stops by for tea and scones or something, so, um, like, DFA can be all, like, "oh, yeah, hi Dwayner; the Doctor was just re-racking his, like, traditional climbing gear and stuff, for, like, y'know, like, like a weekend of, um, like climbing on the cracks and stuff, y'know?"

Greg, thank you very much, you son of a llama's ass. And no, it's for a '65 Lincoln Continental convertible.

A pint of Bridgeport Porter says you got either: a) buggered rotator cuff b) buggered biceps tendon ... and you're gonna need: a) a bunch of physical therapy with rubber bands, and anti-inflammatories b) surgery followed by lengthy and painful recovery with physical therapy, rubber bands, and anti-inflammatories Pray for a speedy death or something.

Does anyone have any actual experience with, or even unfounded opinions about, the SG 2- and 4-CU's? Being as they're on sale for cheapish via our very own cc.com and all. Are they worth the ducats?

Yes, which is why DFA doesn't really run anymore. Still got them shooz, though, and they comf'. "OH WAIT, I FORGOT YOU PUKE AFTER EATING!!" Silence, fucker!

Take them dogs back to the Re-eye. DFA has a pair of Brooks with their Hydroflow tecknowledgee, and they are SO DAMN COMFORTABLE. Ahhhhh. Super-comf, check 'em out.

"HEINZ Skitzvelvet, trainer oof dohlfunz! SEFFUN YEARS I am training zee dohlfunz; und zen ROY is coming mit de vhite tigah und zee shtuffing in zee pants, und I am gone!"

Ehhhh ...

Ixnay on the atchay, eh.

Toss-up 'twixt 5-Gallon (first lead plus the onsight; the mags are still hounding DFA for photos), and Up For Grabs & Flat Earth in the same day. *edit* And Latin Lover; that was a goodie.

DFA was never big on greens that weren't their own vegetable. Beet greens and such. Although, come to think of it, the Doctor has never seen a collard, so maybe they are their own vegetable, ala spinach, lettuce, and the like. Anyway, where'd you get this idea that DFA eats collard greens? And that the Doctor is a pervert? DFA's been busy, though. And sick. Being busy and sick is sickening business. Maybe out TRAD climbing soon, though. Keep an eye on the easy cracks and an ear open for snippets of incomparably witty banter and medical advice. Ciao!

Maybe Nikwax makes a Gore-appropriate stain remover? Or check the Gore website; they probably have FAQ's for things like fabric care.

Huh? Where? With whom?

Just because we need another shot. Nice job Chris! I bet your son is loving this attention. Does he know he looks like Erik Melvin? Strap that kid to an accordion and he's a dead ringer.