Dr_Flash_Amazing

http://www.bodyresults.com/S2preseason3.asp Toward the bottom of the page. Viva Google!

Sure, Dr. Flash Amazing will knock off the dictionarial discourse, no problem! How about as soon as you cease and desist with your shamelessly masturbatory pseudo-Balkan interjections, malchik? As for accusations of rubbing it out in the reference materials ... ya find the pages stuck together last time you had to machete through DFA's choice of verbiage?

indeed... your right to swing your fists ends at my face... Curious, given your vociferous endorsement of others' "right" to swing their fists with no such boundary constraints when it comes to others' grilles. Oh, wait, forget it; if you have the gall to question violent people, you deserve to get hit. Duh.

Let's talk hand s!

Balls to paying the fine! Those tossers'll collect nary a cent of Dr. Flash Amazing's hard-earned unemployment compensation! And what, you got a problem with the Doctor's Limey-inflected speech patterns? Go gag on a banger, you lazy git!

Time to string up some money-grubbing government fucks?

"wanna tar and lynch the KKK wanna pull and shoot the NRA yeah, yeah, yeah"

DFA and family were up for a day-hike to Burnt Lake this past wknd., and of course there was a sign at the parking area advising one of the need for a NW Forest Pass. "Bollocks to that shite," slurred the Doctor, belching Hamm's bubbles and absentmindedly scratching his hefty package. Offical warning unheeded, the ragtag band of sloggers proceeded to the trailhead just as a rangerette was pulling up and inspecting vehicles, doubtlessly slavering at the thought of writing some citations. "Impudent strumpet," muttered the Doctor as he heaved an empty into the bed of a nearby truck. Moving up the trail, the group discussed the evil Fee Demo program for a while, as well as the possibility of receiving a citation. The issue was soon forgotten, and a fine hike was enjoyed by all. Upon return to the parking area, sure enough, a citation was found under the windshield wiper of the Amazing Subaru, impudently demanding the princely sum of fifty dollars or an undoubtedly inconvenient and tedious court appearance. "Rubbish," cried the Doctor, shaking his mighty fist at the grey sky and unceremoniously stuffing the notice in the center console of the car while beginning to ponder his eventual dark and oily revenge. "Those double-taxing scalawags in DC will certainly be hearing about this," he muttered, cracking a fresh tallboy for the drive home and swerving back to the bustling metropolis of Puddletown. Awakening the next day in a beery fog and remembering the ticket like the taste of last night's burger nudging at the back of one's throat after a fierce bout with the firewater, our Prana-clad protagonist realized that he hadn't the foggiest notion of how to battle this affront to freedom and fiscal policy. Struggling to think of anything but a stout cup of coffee and a fistful of antiemetics, DFA determined that, by jove, he'd simply tap into that vast sea of anti-Forest Pass malcontents skulking under the well-weathered umbrella of cascadeclimbers.com. Surely one of the local revolutionaries would know just the soft spot on the underbelly of the great scaly Fee Demo beast, where a valiant warrior might land a mortal blow against the lumbering terror, and thereby avoid the ignominy of paying an unjust fine. Proceeding cautiously into the shadowy backalleys of the internet, the courageous Dr. Flash Amazing sought out the advice of like-minded mercenaries who had succeeded in their own campaigns against the Feerce Demonster.

Soon as AmazingCo, Inc. confirms your credit card number, bubba; settle down. If you wanna get a head start on aligning, uh, your cheez, get some Prana capris and a fleece hoody. And drink more Hamm's!

Erik, you gotta tick the Chain. Soon's you send Chain, the bitchez be all up on your tip like "oooooohhhhh", an' ya gots ta beat the groupie fuckaz away wit' a stick an' shit, word is bond, brah. Don' even gotta climb shit after that, neither. Jus' sit back an' spray like The Trask an' everyone always int'ested in what routes you done.

DFA's heading the fuck out in ca. 1.5 hours. Might even plug some gear, so !

Blasphemy! Goin' to hell!

Sounds muy loco, ese.

Jesus is all grown up, dude. Get with the program!

Word! Hell with them plastic Barbie wannabes!

Ooohhhh, airbrushed silicone is sooooo hotttt!

FUN THINGS TO FUCK! FUN THINGS TO FUCK! (FUN!) FUN THINGS TO FUCK! FUN THINGS TO FUUUUUUCK ... fuck the front door fuck the back fuck the Good Girls with The Knack fuck the government until they fuck you back fuck a Muslim fuck a Jew fuck fans of Blink 182 that's illegal if you're born in '83 yeah, yeah, yeaaaahhhhh fuck a bean-cheese burrito fuck a bowl of cookie dough fuck the space between the big and neighbor toe fuck a cop fuck a marine fuck a jar of vaseline fuck a calzone with pepperoooo-niiiiii fuck a midget fuck a dwarf fuck Chris Kringle with an elf but before you fuck it all GO FUCK YOURSELF!

Shit, he skates and plays football? You better let him know that he's gonna have to start beating himself up, then.

Clip more bolts! "Senseless bolts" is an oxymoron!

Just bullshitting you, geezer. So, does he skate or what?

George good

He's touched a naked woman?! Oooooohhhhhhh!

You let your kid dress like that, Trask?! Looks like one o' them hom'sex'ls yer always goin' on about!

Man who kick donkey big pain in the ass.