lummox

fuck you asshole, hard and dry. id do that thazt sheila any fucking day despite all the freeky colorin shit. i love the coor purple too. dam she fine in a pererted uncle-fuck kinda way and shit. hellza ya. that filly aint syin nothin ifn you miss the first hole, if yo know hat im sayin.

i thought thats what all that crap you wrote was

you can buy beer for many people who will let you belay them and learn good.

ive fished with guys sporting tattoos of fish and mermaids and neptune and shit. doesnt detract from their huge beer guts.

do i have to add paranoia to my list of eccentricities now?

there is plenty of pussy walking round walmart. course, it always seems to come in size extralarge and be ugly.

The same reason you like golden showers, probably. its diferent. i dont cop wood from taking a shit.

i get my meds from the liquor store.

eating tuna fish got to make the stinkiest shits. i know why cats bury their crap.

i just released the hostage. why do i always feel compelled to take my shirt of to crap? the mysteries of life . . .

found a coiled rope while deproaching from the top of pan am wall. it started raining really hard, my partner was soaked in his down sponge jacket and shivering, and we fixed it to rappel into a canyon from where i knew how to get back to the truck. that was cool. also cool when my partner dug up little stash near the truck. course, i believe in jesus.

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true story. a guy i know collects cars. one of em is a hummer. he takes a date (collects those too) for a ride, starts to go up a steep hill, and the thing dies. wont restart. he gets it towed to a mechanic shop where it starts right up. turns out the fuel had shifted away from the fuel pump on the hill. dude coulda just coasted back down the hill to restart it. what a doof. ana stupid fuel delivery design. think he still got laid though.

my crapper book shelf features 'dolomites selected climbs' by ron james. i dont know if this is the best, but it gives a idea of whats what.

fool, you got first generation bd shit. you got nobody to blame but yourself. its coporate memory. even chewynard equipment was known for putting shit into the market before the kinks were worked out.

this tread makes me think im not the only one to hear 'are you in a good place?' so the belayer can fucks with his own cluster.

just needs a haircut. prolly a job to

check the urban canyoneering in the city sewers. its amazing how long it takes a condom to decay.

even i know to use a screen capture from a graphics program.

tellin you, its safer to be in the big ole suv while smashing a little subaru.

spring break in karbala iraq is doomed to suck.

join the crowd

i read a story that featured a teenage girl with a homemade tattoo that read 'bulet'. now thats funny.

what? what? . . .

then fliper over and play in the mud.