Dr_Flash_Amazing

See? Perfect for fussy kids as well!

Awww ... poor angry little man! Did someone in a Dead-sticker-festooned VW bus steal your parking place this morning?

Some tufathon at Rai Lay Beach, perchance?

Quitter. It's Keep Your Powder Dry! Next?

Also, Pet Shop Boy is not a jug haul at all!

No, sexo-choco was to keep moving to the right. You already named it, but you're taking the cheater's shotgun approach, so !

"Not Pet Shop Boys?" Keep moving to the right. And you were thinking of 'Shark Walk', by the way.

NO COP-OUTS! WHAT IS NAME?!

What about going down to the Ballard Locks? Seeing them in action for the first time is pretty cool. And isn't there an underwater viewing area for the fish ladder there, too? That's excellent kid fodder. Then you can head to Maritime Pacific's Jolly Roger tap room for a pint of Night Watch.

Dr. Flash Amazing had a recent gear-storage epiphany, appropriate for those homeowners whose homes are equipped with basements (or "cellars" if you're the back east type). A 3'x3' trap door near your home's entry, opening onto a laundry-chute type of deal that gradually curves to horizontal at the basement floor, preferably emptying onto linoleum or some other slick surface so the exit to the chute doesn't get clogged up. Upon arriving home from your latest venture, simply open the trap door and chuck your gear down the chute. Out of sight, out of mind until you feel like dealing with it!

Space needle ought to be safe. If anything, Muslim extremists would probably target that infidelicious haven of Amerikan hellmusic, the EMP.

Trophy it is; getting warmer, getting warmer.

Well, kinda. How 'bout this:

Sky Ridge, mothafuckaaaaaa!

War is murder!

Why, did you get the clap from a sport climber?

The young Dr. Flash Amazing always dug on the Pike Place Market, although it's maybe not as bustling on a weekday? Probably too young for EMP, but that place looks fun.

Clip more bolts!

We're sorry! Your most recent attempt at 'Dis The Doctor' has resulted in a score of 2 on a scale of 100, placing you firmly in the category of 'Lobotomized Trask on a Glue Bender'. Thank you for playing, and please try harder next time. Ta-ta!

Sitting around at home, listening to music, surfing the internet, and fielding the occasional call about insurance? Yeah, sounds like a savage place. Antarctica and a jungle full of man-eating beasts all rolled into one hellish realm of misery. You're probably cracking a beer right now, aren't you, you hardcore suffermeister?

"SOLDIER! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO EVERY MAN WHO EVER WORE CRAMPONS, GODAMMIT! YOU WILL CEASE AND DESIST YOUR FORCED-BIVY-SHITTY-ANCHOR-NO-PRO-UNCONSOLIDATED-SLUSH-OVERHANGING-CHOCKSTONE-SQUEEZE-CHIMNEY-CHOSS-GULLY BITCHING AND GET ... YOUR ... SORRY ... ASS ... UP THAT SONOFABITCHING PIECE OF SHIT FROZEN-ASS MOUNTAINPOPSICLE BEFORE I SHOVE MY SONOFABITCHING SIZE TEN UP YOUR PANSIFIED CORNHOLE! D'YOU WANNA BE SHITTING SIZE TEN, SOLDIER? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! YOU ARE PATHETIC! REINHOLD MESSNER CRAPS BOLDER THAN YOU! MOVE, MAGGOT! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" "Sir, yes sir!"

"ACCORDING TO DRU & IAIN, US MILITARY PERSONNEL (Seals, Special Forces, Rangers et.al) ARE PUSSY'S AND DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT " What, you think we needed that paraphrased for us, ding-dong? Take your Cliff's Notes and go jump in the Sound.

Hey, this was resolved 24 minutes ago. Please, do try to keep up!

Trask, Trask, Trask ... hopeless ...