Dr_Flash_Amazing

Flirted with C. Caveman on this here internet (still don't know if we're actually gonna go on a date or not -- keep those fingers crossed!) for a while; it was dreamy. Schemed about this afternoon's trip to go rock climbing ... outside . And then spent a couple hours trying to design a kitchen with the free 'IKEA Kitchen Planner' software, only to have the intractible bitch not save DFA's work. Stupid son of a crap. Not a bad day overall, though.

Man who stand on toilet high on pot!

Favorite juggy:

Eh? Sheriff bats?

ing degrees

Hopefully they didn't fuck up the rock too bad pulling the things out. There's nothing quite so stupid as someone crapping their pants about a couple bolts and permanently trashing the rock pulling them out. What would you rather see; a pair of bolts that don't need to be there but could still be used, or a pair of hideous rock scars that don't need to be there and can't be used for anything? And, without the backstory on these bolts, it's kinda hard to say whether they're actually useful for anything or not. Obviously the removers would have us believe they're useless, but most bolt yankers seem to have that opinion. Moot point now, apparently.

This one?

True indeed, bunglehead. Skelly was a kick in the ass. It had a real knack for showing you how weak you were as you plummeted off full hand-sized buckets. Always fun. Some of the best bouldering in Bend is at the Awbrey Butte golf course, though. Of course it's thoroughly not allowed, but if you hit it in the late evenings, or wait 'til late fall/winter when they've closed the course, you rarely get hassled. Whole slew of brilliant problems on quality rock, most with full-value topouts (i.e. they're pretty tall).

"So no shit, there I am, waxin' two hookers at once on the kitchen counter, when Mrs. Drummond comes home!"

So, now that we do know that there's "shit in the meat"? Ouch.

Where's a mouthful of coffee to spit at the screen when you need it?

Good heavens! You would utter the name of He Whose Name Ought Not Be Uttered? You're a brazen lout. Anyway, this has nothing to do with the ultimate importance of The Market and Your Own Personal Moneystash, so Herr Goat probably has nothing to interject.

The bold and intrepid Dr. Flash Amazing sails once again directly into the furiously swirling eye of a Force 10 Controversy, armed only with his wit, hopelessly skinny legs, and a brash disregard for the ever-looming fist of fate hovering inches from his face! In case you missed it, M'Adam was in a bit of a state because the large-mouthed Dr. Flash Amazing suggested that MA keep his head up over there, implying that perhaps it might get removed for him. Insensitive, it's true, and since deleted by this very Doctor. Given, however, the nature of Mr. Adamson's usual manner of discourse, and having a hunch that he's a bit of a troller himself, it didn't seem too unreasonable to stuff such a potato in his tailpipe. Naturally, the ensuing bang was quite startling, but no permanent damage was done, and DFA and MA have set a date for tea and scones upon the latter's safe return from the MidEast (not). As for suggestions that the President might be better off in a pine box, the Doctor merely imagined that, were he parked in downtown Baghdad getting mortars lobbed at him, with the knowledge that his very presence there was predicated on fabricated evidence and that his veterans' benefits were being unceremoniously eviscerated by the rascal that shipped him over there in the first place ... suffice it to say it might be rather upsetting. And, knowing MA to have something of a, shall we say, less than pacifist bent, it seemed a fine opportunity for some sassy, sable humor. In any case, one would hope that it would be clear that the quip was just that, a nonserious quip, and a far cry from a call for assassination. Keen observers will note that DFA is something of a hopeless bleeding heart pacifist, and would recognize such a remark as inconsistent with his core belief of human life being sacred. Even if it's the life of an evil scoundrel.

Shameless illegitimate rubbish.

Listen ... do you hear sirens in the distance ..? Getting closer ... closer ... could it be ..? [edit] Stupid website. It's an image of the whaaaambulance, anyway. [/edit]

It's the Trask Theme Song. Easy. Next?

Are you sure Trask wouldn't prefer going to Embers or something?

Say what you will, but you must admit that there was more than met the eye to those wily Transformers.

Your what?

Trask is coming out! Woo hoo! Congrats! You go, girl!

Aren't Aliens made for pods, pockets, and pin-scars, i.e. places where other cams don't fit so good?

Sympathy with s.

C'mon, kids; this morning was so enjoyable and lively, what with all the ass-kicking drama. The joint's flatlining now, and it needs YOUR help!