Dr_Flash_Amazing

Trask gracefully sticks to the middle ground.

Pretty much every route DFA has ever worked on. It's probably the body's natural response, knowing that having to give up on a route due to the need to drop coils would be unacceptable.

Might as well, but then again, with your unequaled stupidity, it's doubtful anyone would notice.

Fuckin' new Prius looks hellza better than the old one. Maybe if the price will come down, too, that would be rad.

Dude, don't spill your Scotch; fucking settle down a minute! There. Now, the Forester is even smaller than the regular Legacy wagon, and you could probably fit two of them in the back seat of an Expedition. It is 99% car and maybe 1% SUV 'cause of the all-wheel and the clearance.

No head?

"I know this character who has HATE tatooed on the four knuckles of his right hand, KILL tatooed on the four knuckes of his left, above which on the back of his hands are smiley faces run through with a saber swords, and "Red in the Head" inscribed in red italics on his forehead, (an accurate description of his hair color and combustible temperment.) I've always considered being around him like walking around on the Fourth of July, drunk, with a jar of nitro balanced on your head--something I generally try to avoid. However, he recently turned over a kinder, gentler leaf, (of maybe it's the lithium) overwriting HATE and KILL on his knuckles with aces, clubs, diamonds and spades." "P-U-N-X tattooed on my knuckles"

Columbia River Gorge?

Jonathan enga.

guide!

Dude, . DFA, your 's are getting Spesh'ed, the Doctor would be the first to admit that this entire thread is a full-on, unmitigated -o-rama, but what else ya gonna do on a Monday afternoon? Work? Exactly.

The thing is, does a haphazard assortment of off-key yodelers really qualify as a "choir"?

Dude, .

Nah, it's "Pope's Bolting Club." They retrobolt existing routes, bolt cracks, and enforce a strict standard of 6' maximum spacing between bolts. They've been meeting at Stone Gardens and then adjourning to the nearest Applebee's for Zimas and jalapeno poppers (Dwayner's treat). Agenda for this weekend is a brief clinic on making a bomber sling for your Hilti, and how to get epoxy out of your fave Prana shirt. Should be a winner! VROOM, VROOM! BOLT 'EM UP, COWBOY!

He's very small, like a baby. DFA used to date a lass who had a dog named Keegan, but it's all good. Cheers!

Slander, lies, and misinformation.

It's a sure sign of a boring afternoon when one finds it entertaining to make people guess their denomination. Must be time for a beer.

CLUE.

Thanks to this thread and the gorgeous weather here in P-town, DFA was inspired to longboard down to the post office to drop off some mail. Thanks, boardies! SKATE AND DESTROY!

Trash, everyone knows DFA lives in Portland. It's old news; get with the program, you dinosaur.

And you would be wrong! WRONG! Bwahahahahahahaaa!

Thank you, capitalist!

what's that? communist good friday You're thinking of Red October! Better red than dead, comrade!

Sure, maybe most practitioners of various sellout denominations. Do your homework; Easter's next Sunday, sucka.