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!
nice!
Feh. The URL for the image has "JJ" in it. DFA guessed it lickety-split. Next time, please be more clever, at least clever enough to keep total loser hippie gapewads like Erik from guessing it
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Clearly, the knowledge we can glean from this disgusting photograph is that three-buck helps you melt the fat right off, just by standing around in a parking lot, whereas being a doughy, pasty fucker is pretty gross.
Kapish?