lummox

ima brain surgeon.

called "roads" in most places. not a complicated concept.

aspire to greatness. get an ellsworth

kitty

is being celibate mean you don't have sex with other people?

a friend of mine injects insulin for that shit.

you dont know shit about fishing. Sorry, I mean Dumb Ass. cyber bully?

join the fucking non-workers, bitch!

you dont know shit about fishing.

got a couple going on superdumbasstopo.com, but them dudes got wized up. gotta change the bait i reckon. did catch a fish though.

wow. that shit be like 5 year old. youre right on top of it.

tellin you, check the wilderness beaches on the penninsula.

ben harper

what?

watch out for cats on the trail.

:middlefinger:

straight out, hike the wilderness beaches in WA.

ah, fugidaboutit.

ha

the catch is you can only spunk a few times a week. and then only into a bottle.

sorry to make ya feel bad, sphinx, and spray on your thread just cause i read it as complementing the zines. what i read was back to schol for me. cant parse for shit. and for the guys out actually climbing routes -new or used-

being called an asshole is no big deal, but a liar usually leads me to beating someone. anyways, what the fuck you gonna give me to show you i got a picture of myself on R&I? a reward for being a bigger sprayer than the tard who started this thread? a beer? 5 dollar? whats in it for me?

and give up my anonymity? no. but it did go down in the late eighties. actually, one of the articles was published anonymously. its in an issue with bridwell on the cover (picture of him on the big chill). the article was about a little capitalist venture set up on the shoulder of half dome. that was some funny shit. all true, too.