RobBob

I think that I shall never see A cuter cockbiter than thee With maid suit on And Glock in hand O take me to the Promised Land! So sayeth Trask In all his wit Thus give them we this Friday shit

I have a feeling that fiddy will go the way of tupac before too long.

There's endurance, and on the other hand there's the muscle-power needed for incredible bursts of speed and power. This combination is only found in the ballet dancer. (Warning: Only for those who can handle the head case that comes with the ballet dancer package.)

met a guy in TX that swore he had driven to the summit of Rainier

testy minxie

He would have made such a perfect henchman for Hitler's staff.

You mean Rumsfeld was furious.

I've been paid back royally...Mama's looks, Dad's pervacious curiousity.

That's JG back from Safari.

Wait till you have a little girl, Gowans. And she's listening to "I'm into havin' sex/I ain't into makin love" Your day of pentance is coming too.

The worst brutha joke out today is for-real.

dude in the gym this morning had a mullet that was almost a flattop in front, had his white socks pulled right up to his lower knee, and had new white nikes on.

r u that guy rupert holmes?!

Saw a busload of Mennonite kids arriving at the Muir Hut on a sunny day, not a one wearing sunglasses (or with any other gear). I said to one girl 'you're gonna have a headache' and she just smiled and said 'I know!'

does anybody here do anything in moderation?

Good Lord did I ever just learn a lesson...looking for an appropriate picture to reply to trask with, I googled 'plumper in bikini' and clicked on a site...my pc has been taken over with porn material!

engrish

Veggie, I never woulda pegged you as an old attorney with a blue-haired frau!

So I find myself in the Crown Room in Atlanta earlier this week on biz, and I snag the only web pc in the place to check email. The thing must be hooked to a huge network because it jerked along at a very slow pace while I used mail2web. ...anyway, this old guy in who was dressed in a lawyer-like suit kept coming up and looking over my shoulder, like he was checking to see if I was nearly done or if I was working on something 'important' ...basically just pressuring me so I'd get off the thing. So after I finished my email, and after he had come by for the third time, I logged onto cc.com and proceeded to indulge myself in some Spray reading. The old dude came up beside me again after a few minutes and glanced at the screen, and got an eyeful of , and if looks could kill, I'd be dead now! I just kinda sneered at him, and finally logged off awhile later.

staffing the Sprayzone is lonely work on a Friday morning, ain't it, Dru?

I say you goofs are elitists, krakking on Krakauer like this. He writes vivid accounts for the general public's enjoyment. Nobody who is close to a subject ever believes that writers get it right...I once had to listen to a drunk fisherman from Massachusetts rail for an hour about what a lying sumbitch Sebastion Junger was with his facts in The Perfect Storm. A vivid and accurate account of the general scene is more important than accuracy of the minutiae that people close to stories get hung up on. I'm just glad that Krakauer has the gift of a wordsmith. A couple of his short stories like Club Denali are .

Use Edmunds, NADAguides.com, and also pay the $12 or so for ConsumerReports' online used vehicle pricing.

Inspired by trask last Friday ( Attention Buttslammers ), I decide to attempt the duathlon... ... early this morning, it's Scoretime!! then out for an hour of bracing meditation... Now sipping on a first cup as I get the office going...sweet!

MisterE, do you work at a spa or sumthin?

just for the Hell of it... just for the smell of it...