RobBob

the term has its roots in animal comparisons, does it not? "big lum ox" "roebuck" "little weasel" etc.

I have a relative who worked in Parliament as a parliamentarian. He got to wear a powdered wig to work.

Thanks. I run kinda hot too...in the dead of winter I normally have just worn a Golite zip tee and a longjohn top. As long as head and hands are warm, I'm fine. Figured maybe I could just wear this instead. Think I'll try one.

Anybody got one of these? I see last year's inventory is on sale, and thought it might be a good fall/spring hiking/climbing/running shirt.

fejas, have you been drinkin'? That spelling and grammar are attrocious.

I figured it might be a . Austin, TX went down hard one evening when I lived there. We all immediately repaired to our favorite dump that had frozen margarita machines to for almost free.

No, DFA, I already had the cynical attitude. It's come from getting fucked every time I have ever tried to help someone 'really down on their luck.' This includes: -being robbed by employees that I hired despite crim records, that stayed on the job less than a week. -several people with drug records that I hired, who self-destructed quickly. -countless advances of money for 'rent, food, emergencies' that went unpaid. Fuck it. If people want to fuck up their lives, so be it.

DFA, I sentence you to work in a methadone clinic for six months. Then we'll see just how much you still want to finance and care for those who want to suck your blood.

I was using the collective "we" kitten. Hey, I am definitely the field-marshal type myself. Don't get me wrong, I like women who can think for themselves, and I'm married to one. But she knows I'm Tha Man.

erik, I feel a fatherly obligation to keep her from the perverted likes of bozoid climbers like you.

it ain't healed if it ain't haired-over

So this morning I find out that several of my young hard-dick supervisors convinced a new office-staffer to hit the town with them last night. They were late this morning, and she's out "sick." The hardmen and women of the 70s and 80s used to show up on time next day, and tough it out regardless of headaches, heaves, and trots, when we pulled boners like that. What the Hell is this world coming to?

keep hot, thin aluminum away from my food, please.

Those eastern europeans...it's no wonder their women look so haggard by 50. We western men, on the other hand, die way before our women because we've allowed them to get so cock-strong and domineering.

Hmmmm, I'll bet you're not doin the job at home either, by the likes of that answer.

Then just how the fuck do you know that you hate it, gohawks?

Does anybody remember the misanthrope who kept a crossbow in his trunk for protection? Eventually he and his wife broke down on the side of the road one night, two good samaritans stopped to help him, and he killed one of em.

You know I smoked al lot of grass. Oh lord I pumped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothing that my spirit could kill. You know I've seen a lot of people walking around with tombstones in their eyes. But the pusher don't care ah if you live or if you die. God damn hhm the pusher god damn he hei I say the pusher. I say god damn god damn the pusherman You know the dealer, the dealer is a man with a lot of grass in his hand. Ah but the pusher is a monster good god he's not a natural man. The dealer, for a nickel lord he'll sell you lots of sweet dreams. Ah but the pusher 'll ruin your body, lord he 'll leave... he 'll leave your mind to scream. God damn aah the pusher. God damn, god damn the pusher. I said god damn god god damn the pusherman. Well lord if I were the president of this land you know I'd declare total war on the pusherman. I'd cut him if he stands and I shoot him if he'd run and I'd kill him with my bible with my razor and my gun. God damn all the pusher. God damn... the pusher. I said god damn god damn the pusherman! Steppenwolf

better yet, we need a waaanbulance emoticon.

I call bullshit...about the "work" part.

true dat, AG. I run faster and it seems effortless...

but I already told you that E-boy, and I know where this is leading... NO, I won't show you pics of her!

As the sun rises later and later, I find myself running in total darkness at least two mornings a week. I live in a very remote area, with a two-mile approach road that borders parkland and dense woods chock full of bears, cougars, and badmen. Anyway, being tired of jogging with a flashlight in hand the entire way, I put on my petzl zoom this a.m., and cranked the beam to a narrow, piercing focus. (yes, it was heavy & the battery bounced on my melon.) Two minutes out, I noticed a dramatic difference from previous runs...there were eyes every couple of hundred yards in the woods, staring back at me. Absolutely freakin creepy. Next time I will return to the comfort of the little flashlight in hand, loudly slapping my shoes as I run, and be blissfully unaware of the critters. Best part of the morning was seeing moon, mars, AND a big shooting star, just like Dru was talking about.

hear, hear!

But you can't get a dolla outa Iain Keeps climbin Hood for the G Cuz he's a climbin-mutha P.I.M.P.