Dr_Flash_Amazing

What the hell is a dace? A date w/ an ace? Good question. See Muffy's post above for further insight into the matter.

'65 was the last year the Lincoln Continental was a really exceptional-looking automobile, dude. Come on.

They're super-handy for rapping from the parking lot at Smith all the way to Morning Glory. No need to worry about which knot to join the ropes, either.

You bringin' the Ballpark brand franks and the RC cola?

Was it the Vandals who had that song about the girl with a botfly in her forehead?

Dude, get with it. Chicks call dudes "babes". Weird, huh?

Bend, Oregon; fuckin' A right!

Holy shit!

The recent article/interview piece on Mr. Armstrong in Outside painted him to be something of a prick, albeit an admirably motivated prick.

Fuckin' A; whether the US slaps the "war" label on it or not doesn't really change the fact that, gee, there's a bunch of dudes in camo driving Hummers around and holding big fucking guns occupying Iraq. It's pretty ridiculous to sit around acting oh-so-surprised that people are getting killed over there; it's an unstable situation. The whole thing was a straight-up stumblefuck from minute one, propped up on lies and ungrounded scare tactics from the jerkoffs in charge. The fact that US soldiers are left standing with their dicks in their hands (while, back on American soil, George W. is clusterbombing veterans' benefits and compensation for military families) should be surprising to no one.

Could this be the key to your repeated "successes" with the ladies, Mr. Gowans?

Work? The view from the Amazing household is a fairly typical neighborhood panorama.

He's impotent? Huh? Poor bastard. Must suck to be Dolein'

Shit, why not?

"President"

"I may regret bringing this back up, but what the hell. Again, I will say that the definition of 'selfless' and 'selfish' have been bastardized; mainly by mainstream religion. What is the 'self'? It is your essence, your mind, your spirit; those unique things that make up YOU. To be selfless would be to deny those things. True 'selflessness' is denial of your mind and a betrayal of that which makes up your set of ideals and precepts. If it is within your person to be forgiving, that is not selfless, it is selfish; defining 'selfish' as being true to yourself and your ideals. In your example, regardless of expectations, one stands to gain, or hopes to gain, some benefit from their action of forgiveness. Yes? Therefore, forgiveness is a selfish act. There is nothing wrong with selfishness when defined this way. 'Society' (another dubiously bastardized word) has taken it's own meaning of 'selfish' and preached the evils of living for yourself instead of some ethereal 'greater good' of all people." Forgiveness is about more than just gaining something for yourself, though (or it should be). It's about humbling yourself, restoring something good between both yourself and the other person/people, admitting that you were wrong, etc. And that definition of "selflessness" sounds kind of paranoid. DFA strongly doubts that any religion (short of your brainwashed cults, which hardly qualify as religions) really espouses the relinquishing of one's mind or self-determination for anything; but rather the making of sacrifices for your friends and neighbors and enemies and, you know, the common good.

Any of various flight's in DFA's stepdad's Cessna 182 involving protracted airsickness, vomiting, and of course that lovely motion-sick feeling persisting for hours after leaving the aircraft. Particularly memorable was vomiting up a neon-green concoction of apple fruit roll-ups and green sourballs. On a related note, for those who are occasionally stricken by the airsickness, take your Dramamine before flying into or out of Denver. Ugh.

Gah. Ugh. Bleah. Horriflying.

Floyd?

Woohaa! That SuperGreg ... he be "banging" and shit! Fa rizzle!

Fuckin' criminy! That's crazy shit. The bastards usually just attack the coolers and the food boxes. Just strollin' up and grabbin' you outta your sleeping bag like M&Ms from the vending machine is pretty unusual ursine behavior. Apparently it does not pay to go to bed slathered in fish oil.

Quit whining. Activities participated in through 1965 includes soft iron piton-bashing, and siege-style ascents in wool knickers. You tradhounds should be dancing in the streets over this one!

Maybe it tops out?

Ah, how could RuMR resist the offer of a dace?