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The only other way I can think of besides a 1/3 rope length rap, would be a retrieval cord. That's another thing to get tangled. What you want is a spool of cotton or other organic cord material. If it get's stuck, at least it will decompose quickly.

From the article: "How about getting back to basics and enjoying some magical mushrooms with your loved ones this solstice? What better gift can a family share than a little piece of love and enlightenment?" I think it's pretty funny when hallucinations are called "revelations" and "enlightenment".

I think he does care. It's called sour grapes.

That's totally lame when you don't even need the damn straps in the first place. A couple of tucks with a needle and thread and it would have been fine. Could have scrounged that off of some campers or the ranger somewhere. Don't go painting everybody with the same brush, just because one guy lacked resourcefulness.

I think it means "good" but more precisely "fabulous", "wonderful" or stylishly elegant. Only Timm@y really knows precisely and I think he'll tell you if you have to ask, you'll never get it.

I knew snaffles were good for something.

The sling gets left behind as trash, but at least it doesn't hurt the tree.

You were nameless until you named yourself. No you did not commit. I was just having a little fun at your expense. Sorry dude.

Our lab is definitely not union. When we needed a plywood shelf for the new robot I just brought my truck and Skil saw on a Sunday and stopped at Home Despot. The boss had his shelf on Monday, which happened to be the day the robot arrived, three days early. The robot was churning out product by the next day.

Klenke, you remind me about a guy who told me he strained his back leaning over a counter. How lame is that?

There is a tree at the top of Dogleg Crack at Alphabet rock in Leavenworth. I caught a guy preparing to rap by putting the rope around the tree with no sling. This is so suck when there is an easy walk off. I had a rap line ten feet away and told him to go use that.

Chad Kellogg, I'm not.

Glacier, your South Park song more properly belongs in the Non-PC thread. Bwaaahhaaaa.

Trask, you misquote Bush. He didn't say it like it was a good thing, even though he sort of did make a joke about it. I feel just awful now. I thought I'd be the last person on earth to defend Bush.

I think that what trask was trying to say was that judges aren't all those things simultaneously. They are all one of those things or the other.

I agree. She's on her way down.

I'd just say no thanks, unless they are willing to do some serious training with you on Rainier, like in winter.

Talk about it. My partner dislocated his finger helping a friend put up a basketball hoop. So now my super secret project will have to wait.

My partner just dislocated his finger. He doesn't know if he will be up to going. Is there anyone else who might be interested? We've got the weather for Sunday.

Thank you, sobo.

I just saw on the evening news that the man was sentenced to four years. The judge thought that the sentence recommended by the prosecutor was too lenient considering the man had a prior conviction of masterminding the robbery of an armored car. Given that, I'd say that four years is still too lenient.

In other words, the cost didn't have anything to do with moving 16 million yards of soil in an urban environment, while still enabling cars to use the old highway. It's all the unions fault. Gotcha.

Stanley Holloway anyone? With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm In the town of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Boleyn walks they declare. Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until he made the headsman bob her hair. Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago and she comes up at night to tell him so, Chorus: With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower, With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour. She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him what for. Gadzooks, she's going to tell him off. She's feeling very sore, And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore, she's has her head tucked underneath her arm. (Chorus) The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and when they had a few they shout, "Is Army going to win?" They think that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann Boleyn with her head tucked underneath her arm. Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and gals and ghostly crew. The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread then in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the do. She holds her head up with a wild war whoop and Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!" (Chorus) One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn , or Cath'rine Parr? How the sweet san fairy Ann, do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath your arm?"

The Big Dig doesn't even compare to the Panama Canal. Boston's Big Dig: 16 million cubic yards Panama Canal: 211 million cubic yards

Better living through chemistry.