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Oh. Well, obviously if you're using them for stuff other than, you know, climbing.

Meanwhile, all those "well-balanced" contact sportsters get their asses handed to them when they try to climb harder than 5.10. Lesson: leg muscles are dead weight, serving only to slow you down, hold you back, and ruin your chances with Pranacladcragbettys. Take note.

Where'd this "Iaxx" business come from, and what's it about, please? Baffling bewilderation is ensuing as a direct result of not "getting it", keeping the Doctor from being "cool" or "hip".

Greg, were that true, no one would work, as working adds all of the above to your life.

Woman-hating manpig!

Why not spend an extra 60 bucks and spring for a good rope that'll last a couple years instead? Better economix in the long-term.

Gotta be concerned about the durability of such a product. Look at them La Roca ropes ... they're dirt cheap, but they've got the softest hand ever. You can just see the core wearing out in half a season.

Looks more like a wheelchair rampa than a via feratta. Or some type of cattle chute. Up top, those poor people are getting "knocked" and turned into cutlets.

Alex, consider yourself super-lucky. The repair headaches DFA went through with that beast were unrivaled by any vehicle before or since, thank God. What year and what kind of mileage did you have on yours? It's really too bad it failed so often, 'cause the Doctor put a bitchin' bed sysem with a fold-up middle section that housed the stove, allowing 2 people to lounge and cook in comfort. Fit milk crates underneath perfectly, too, and concealed all contents with the bed folded down. But when you pay more into repairs than you paid for the vehicle ... ouch.

Spoken like a true authority on drug-addled poultry.

Sheesh, that's fucked. Sounds like below the edge or keep kissing bolts g'bye. People could still do a short rap off a tree to the anchor and then rig a TR. A bit of a hassle, but not as much of a hassle as replacing boltz.

That'd be "PWPIAD", not "POD". Anyways, imagine a pea pod, space alien pod, or other pod-shaped thingus, and apply this shape to your average gap-in-the-rock, aka "crack", and you got your pod, i.e. a pod-shaped feature, usu. in a crack. And, according to 'The Cam Book' from Wild Country, if a cam holds body weight in a flare, it'll probably hold a whipper, since cams dig in more the harder you tug on 'em. Don't argue with DFA, just read 'The Cam Book' and see for yourself.

He looks pretty fast to the Doctor; whatchoo talkin' about?

Status quo.

"paraphernalia"

Hoist a cold one to that. Good riddance to the worst of rubbish! Ta-ta, TIA!

No, you misheard, AK. It's "DFA likes to nuzzle with your mum in the evening." Get it right, you arborsexual arse.

OH GOOD GOD NO WHATEVER YOU DO DO NOT BUY A TOYOTA MINIVAN FROM THE 80s. This vehicle, in addition to breaking down plenty, has the head-smackingly unique (read: stupid) quirk of an engine accessible only by tilting the driver's seat back, allowing you access to the engine via an opening approximately 3/4 the size of the engine. Say goodbye to being able to fix anything yourself, at least in any reasonable amount of time with any reasonable amount of effort, short of simple operations like changing oil or spark plugs (and even changing your oil filter requires moderate contortions under the vehicle). Say hello, instead, to astronomical repair bills as you frustratedly resign yourself to having your van (now semi-dismantled) towed to the mechanic, who, despite having the tools and experience to fix the monster, will still have to access the engine through the tiny opening under the driver's seat. Really, don't buy one. At least with the reliably malfunctioning VW, you can actually get at the engine when it breaks down. On top of that, the vehicle is inexplicably a rear-wheel drive, despite having a front engine. So unless you've got a lot of weight in the back all the time, you can forget about having any traction in the rain or snow. Oh, and the tinny body dents like nobody's business.

"When I was in LA recently, Angelina and I had dinner and drinks. Later, we fucked each other senseless for hours and said our goodbyes. We'll be vacationing together in Aruba, later this fall. I'll give a TR. " *engaging TraskTranslatorTenthousand* "When I was behind 7-11 huffing solvents last weekend, a bum bought me a 40 of the crooked-I and a chili-cheese dog. Naturally, I let him have his way with me for a few hours, until he hid me over the head with the empty bottle, knocking me unconscious. I'll be looking for him and my wallet down by the train tracks tomorrow. After I get my hands on some Barge Cement!" *disengaging Translator* The TTT: Bringing you the Trask, the whole Trask, and nothing but the Trask, since 1994!

Gargle biodiesel, redwood-roper.

You've taken your "Twinkle Toes" nickname to heart, it appears. Splendid.

Trask?

From a recently received e-mail: "If you were a US Energy Company called Powergen, and you had a subsidiary that operated in Italy, what would you call that subsidiary's Website? Probably not http://www.powergenitalia.com But they did!"

Hey, how the hell'd you get ahold of the official Dr. Flash Amazing Press Kit? You just better not abuse the backstage passes, buddy.

Well? What's it s'posed to be, Mac Daddy?