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The Scots will deep fry anything. "The Mediterranean diet is penetrating into Scotland, "albeit in the form of deep-fried pizza," say Morrison and Pettigrew. "

So are you saying you need a ride to the gym?

Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Christmas. "Since Christmas is for a Christians and we're Jewish," she asks, "will God get mad at me for giving someone a Christmas card? Melissa's father thinks a bit, then says "No, I don't think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a Christmas card to?" "Osama Bin Laden," she says. . . . "Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asks in shock. . .? "Well", she says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a card, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and sent cards to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore." Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with newfound pride. "Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard." "I know," Melissa says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could shoot him full of holes". [This one is for you, trask]

I recall past threads by Layton trying to get the ladies to come out and post. Now he's accomplished that, and out come the sheep jokes. Bye bye ladies.

Look on the spine of your carabiner. It shows the rated strength with gate open, usually 7 or 8 kN and closed, somewhere between 22 and 26 kN. If you take a whipper, you better hope that gate is closed, or the biner is going to break.

You just aren't doing it correctly. Maybe you should start a thread in "Newbies" forum detailing how you are going to make your own PTFE in your bathtub by mixing solvents Dru, you fool. The monomer is a gas at atmospheric pressure!

This is at least the third time this same joke has been posted.

We ain't talking about relationships.

Shhhhh! Don't give away all my secrets.

Michael, you got to think of ways to approach women so they aren't faced with a yes or no answer. Make it so that "no" isn't a possibility. Say you meet a woman you like in the gym. You might just compliment her on a nice move or something and smile at her. Then you might ask her what nights she usually climbs. More than likely she'll tell you. Boom, those become YOUR climbing nights, etc. If it works out right, soon you are climbing together. Then, after a gym session, "hey, let's go across the street. I'll buy you a beer". Don't say, "wanna go out with me?"

That sounds like it would be a good one for klenke. Either that or Commander von Schwackenshtucken.

You mean implant of torture? Oh, my god! A Muffy implant.

As Mose Allison wrote, "If you live, your day will come".

Private Nuttykins. I was hoping for a higher rank.

It's been hashed out before but there are doubtless new stories to be told. Here's one. I was with my family in the minivan on a hot summer's afternoon. We'd been out at Monroe and were returning home through Lake Forest Park. I was driving and had just turned right on Ballinger Way from southbound Bothell Way. There is a merge with a yield sign there. Some cars turning left from northbound had just gotten a signal, but it looked like I was well ahead of the first of them, so I went and merged. No sooner as I had done this when I heard a horn honk. I looked in my rearview mirror and there was another minivan right on my bumper with the most livid maniac behind the wheel. His family was with him: wife and kids. He was screaming out the window at the top of his lungs, honking, flashing his lights. I could see the embarrassment in the poor woman's face. Apparently, the guy had floored it when he got the signal and was going 50 mph in a 30 mph zone, that's the only way I could have "cut off" the guy. Anyway, I just ignored him and went the speed limit until I turned left and he went straight. I guess I was in the wrong, but how is it worth it to totally lose your cool and ruin your whole family's day by flipping out like that?

I didn't take any photos, but see colin's post above for a topo. If you go there, stay on the trail! It goes right to the wall on it's left side.

Sweet!

I just got a look at Fee Demo Wall. It's nice granite- closest granite to Seattle you'll find. I intend to come back for a visit in the summer when water isn't coursing down it. There were piles of foam at the base.

Total Soul and Dark Rhythm in Darrington George and Martha and Sex Party at Vantage Godzilla at Index Cocaine Crack and Condorphamine Addiction at Leavenworth

All settled in, Dave? How are Tevas for climbing?

Ducks and Drakes in Leavenworth. It's across the street from Gustav's. On a hot summer afternoon, when Gustav's is full of people and swealtering hot, D&D's is delightfully cool and dark. Toast turned me on to the place. The waitresses are all really cute and friendly and the sandwiches are really good. And of course they have a good selection of microbrews in pitchers.

Dude, that's rad. It sure didn't take long for the river to bust through the debris!

I'll bet the Frenchman left all his gear up and down the route too, per plan. This practice some day must end.

There was your big mistake, you should have gone right on past and then come back. The guy probably though, "bingo, a climber!"