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that sounds good though i cant remember what the fuck the camalot size numbers are (they dont relate to any measuring standard known to man). i like camalots in purple green red yellow and the blue. i double up on green red and yellow on sustained climbs. tcus of .25 .5 .75 and 1 inch are good. i recnelty got the rock empire cams and the .25 through 1 are the most useful ones imo and a better valued option than other tcus.

here is another example of why i rarely read the shit that you and mattp write: you fuckers write like you got a stick up yer ass. like wonderbread: no flavor and a doughy center.

ya. those bring back some memories. i think reagan was still self aware and michael jackson was still black when i first heard em.

its curable. but it takes awhile. im a fungi anyways.

That you've climbed! That you've put up routes! That you read the Dalai Lama!! Talk about a good troll. achacha. i got a million of em.

ive had names of routes i done changed. so the fuck what? i even have had routes retrobolted without my consent. who cares? ive lost a lot of sense of self importance through the teachings of the dalai lama. though its still nice to have people respect my accomplishments. you know. for the effort.

thats not really a metaphor when you write it.

them theives must be laughing over the continued easy pickings.

for pirates?

this aint my story. but its a good one. "Several years ago, while fishing in a remote stream in the Adirondacks, I witnessed what I'm sure was a most rare sight. "At around noon I set aside my rod and made myself comfortable under an old hemlock to rest and eat my lunch. I soon noticed a fat chipmunk cautiously climbing down a tree branch that extended well out over the stream. It was a rather thin branch and the chipmunk swayed to and fro, dipping ever closer to the surface, as he ventured out on the limb. It seemed peculiar behavior. Shortly, he backtracked up that limb and started down another, slipping and swaying as before in this seemingly pointless exercise. Having tried several limbs to no avail, the chipmunk now returned to the original branch and again crept to its outermost twigs. He seemed to be focusing on something below him, and I studied the water for some clue. Only then did I notice, lying on the edge of a flat rock in center stream, a single fat acorn. "After much hesitation in crouching, leaning, looking down and looking up, he jumped to the rock. He gathered up the acorn, worked it into his cheek and looked up for the branch he had abandoned. The branch, of course, loomed 6 feet above the rock and well beyond his leaping range. I swear he had a puzzled look as he searched overhead for a suitable exit. I could see there was no dry route home for the little fellow, and it soon dawned on the chipmunk too. "Again the hesitation, the distance to each bank mentally gauged, again the crouching and swaying. The decision finally made, he hurled himself into the air toward the far shore and began swimming furiously. Had I not seen what happened next I would not have believed it. The largest brown trout I had ever seen appeared from the depths and snatched the chipmunk as if it were a hatching mayfly. "Logic told me that a brown trout, however large, could not devour a chipmunk. I soon saw the trout's dorsal fin and the top of the broad tail slowly break the surface as it swam upstream. I figured that it must have been injured during the encounter because it moved sluggishly. Then the trout paused and seemed to rest, and, gills flared, rolled on its side. I quietly rose to watch the final moments of this splendid fish. Rather than dying, however, it raised its great head out of the water and ever so gently placed another acorn on the rock."

nicole. you say 'no' but i really think you mean 'yes'.

fukin a. i saw the misplaced snaffle. fuker was late werent he?

a body belay is lighter than either.

I don't want a 'base'. I like leaving everything behind every few years. all your base are belong to us anyways.

im here cuz my ancestor were nomads. roots are for trees.

from steve martin: So, if you're asking me did Iraq have weapons of mass destruction, I'm saying, well, it all depends on what you mean by "have." See, I can "have" something without actually having it. I can "have" a cold, but I don't own the cold, nor do I harbor it. Really, when you think about it, the cold has me, or even more precisely, the cold has passed through me. . Plus, the word "have" has the complicated letter "v" in it. It seems that so many words with the letter "v" are words that are difficult to use and spell. Like "verisimilitude." And "envelope." . Therefore, when you ask me, "Did Iraq have weapons of mass destruction," I frankly don't know what you're talking about. Do you mean currently? Then why did you say "did?" Think about "did." What the heck does that mean? Say it a few times out loud. Sounds silly. I'm beginning to think it's just the media's effort to use a fancy palindrome, rather than ask a pertinent question. . And how do I know you're not saying "halve?" "Did Iraq halve weapons of mass destruction?" How should I know? What difference does it make? That's a stupid question. . Let me try and clear it up for you. I think what you were trying to say was, "At any time, did anyone in Iraq think about, wish for, dream of, or search the Internet for weapons of mass destruction?" . Of course they did have. Come on, Iraq is just one big salt flat and no dictator can look out on his vast desert and not imagine an A-test going on. And let's face it, it really doesn't matter if they had them or not, because they hate us like a lassoed shorthorn heifer hates bovine spongiform encephalopathy. . Finally, all this fuss over 16 lousy words. Shoot, "Honey, I'm home," already has three, with an extra one implied, and practically nothing has been said. It would take way more than 16 words to say something that could be considered a gaffe. I don't really take anything people say seriously until they've used at least 20, sometimes 25, words. . When I was criticized for my comment, I was reluctant to point out it was only 16 words, and I was glad when someone else took the trouble to count them and point out that I wasn't even in paragraph territory. . When people heard it was only 16 words, I'm sure most people threw their head back and laughed. And I never heard one negative comment from any of our coalition forces, and they all speak English, too. .

ketch. you like name dropped three times in your first post on this thread. thats a record or sumpin.

theres enough on the ground to make a snow dude?

for yous that like the horse you can get free shooting gear in vancouver too. cya in hell.

my problem is that a good buddy done invited me to go albacore fishing that same weekend. an another buddy is getting back to the usa then an wants to go alpine climbing. okay. thats only one a my problems.

that shits uncalled for. yuppie white men cant use that word. ever.

all exictable bout the solid water falling outa the sky. you dudes cop wood over the frost inside your freezer dontchya?