lummox

'i hate that fuckin harry potter. you given me a headache.'

i usta have a mullet. damn i wish i was that cool now.

gremlins cant climb for shit

sheeit. i thought mugs stump climbed cassin ridge in like 15 hours. i think the route counts for several hours off.

aint that little girl with the plumers butt from canada? i think her name is advil?

knock it off. i cant take any more teasing.

really? i bet he be barely middle class income (which is fuckin way more than i pull in). dude barely works. is his wife loaded or sumpin?

The "Coho," not being native to Lake Michigan waters has experienced difficulty in surviving the final swim up the Lake Michigan feeder streams. She has been losing her roe on the rocky bottoms, and if she got far enough upstream into the small pools, she has had great difficulty getting back into the main stream over the sand bars, etc. In fact, as high as 90 percent were dying in the upper reaches of the Lake Michigan tributaries, which caused a pollution and odor problem. The Lake Michigan Department of Fishing decided to cross breed the "Coho" with the native "Walleye" for two reasons: (1) the "Walleye" had the strength and knowledge to get through the Lake Michigan tributaries. (2) the "Walleye" was not prone losing the roe while going upstream. This new strain was called the "Co-Wall." However, in cross-breeding, the fight that the "Coho" was noted for was lost to the more sluggish tendencies of the "Walleye." To combat this sluggishness, the experiment went further. They bred the "Co-Wall" with the greatest fresh water fighter in North America, the "Muskie." This created a hybrid, double cross-breed introduced as a top American game fish. They named this fish "Co-Wall"Ski," and now they have to teach the dumb son-of-a-beech how to swim.

hehehe. your 'thing'. hehehe.

'im the richest woman in the uk and i still can look frumpy.'

michael_layton dont give up hope of finding love just because humans find you undesireable. go trans-species.

omlette dat one slide.

whats 'foment'? sumpin like dis?: foment there i thought the bbq ribs was done gone.

no. i did not find this on tardblog.com

some people place a lot of cred in resting heart rate to keep track of overtraining risk. but tendons are diferent. if you wake up achy maybe let off the hard pulling?

aint no fuckin mountains 14000' high in the tetons. its a weird year for weather and snowpack and people have been gettin up routes early all over the west.

rich? damn dude. i hate to see what you call poor.

wtf does bob polish anyway? how much for the fullbody masage?

wtf? this dude is an al qaeda priority? hypoxia has taken its toll eh?

i aint the one trying to get inside the heads of fuckers who wear scarves and dresses.

i dont know bout that dude. its pretty fuckin nonhumid in the tetons. rime is kinda rare. check out the eastside and the westside

translation: sucking off the tit of the university has gotten tiresome for bDubyaH. too bad you scheduled yur defense at such a crappy time.

go fucking climbing ya loser.

There was a midget (little person) down in Texas whose testicles ached almost all the time. So he finally went to his doctor and told him what the problem was. The doctor told him to drop his pants and he would have a look. The midget dropped his pants. The doctor stood him up onto the examining table, and started to examine him. The doc put one finger under his left one and told the midget to turn his head and cough--the usual method to check for a hernia. "Aha!" mumbled the doc, and putting his finger under the right one, he asked the midget to cough again. "Aha!" said the doctor and reached for his surgical scissors. Snip, snip, snip, snip on the right side then snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip on the left side. The midget was so scared he was afraid to look, so he stared at the ceiling. But noted with amazement that the snipping did not hurt. The doctor then told the midget to get dressed and see if they still ached. The midget was absolutely delighted as he walked around the doc's office and discovered his groin area was no longer in any pain. The midget said, "Perfect, Doc, and I didn't even feel it... What did you do?" The Doctor replied, "I cut two inches off the top of your cowboy boots."