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william hung. that fukers 15 minutes ended looong ago. he must leave. now. even if force is necessary.

one of my ex wives rides a bike. wtf was i ever thinking with that one.

from the washingtonpost: 'Still, Tenet's resignation signals the beginning of the breakup of a foreign policy team that has taken the country through the Sept. 11 crisis and two wars over the past 3 1/2 years. Secretary of State Colin L. Powell and national security adviser Condoleezza Rice have made it clear they will depart at the end of the current term, and Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld appears unlikely to remain in the wake of the prison scandal in Iraq and the many calls for his resignation. Thus, even if Bush wins reelection, the foreign policy slate largely could be wiped clean in six months'

Hey, it worked for Doctor Flash Amazing. Coined himself a monniker like that, and voila: prana clad girlfriend. dude. i got a girl that wears prana. she looks damn good in the too. but she is a yoga type and not a climber. you know: there are all types of grrrls.

i use the altimeter and barometer and the time. as far as heart rate. i have a heart rate monitor and i used it to get familiar with how i feel and what my heart rate was. then i didnt feel like using it anymore. so i dont.

fuk you.

i cant wait to fukin sweat the pig that tries to ticket me for having a hibachi. i declare jihad on that shizzle. wurd.

the ole ball and chain: she done put some miles on her since i first shacked up wit her

you are so metro.

that dude in the middle has got some small-penis issues. tellin you. must be the steroids.

wtf? you a cocksucking bobby flay or what?

that cat on the right looks like he just sucked some serious chronic.

i drop coils on your head.

hey merv. you have 'Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts'.

Trust me I have thought about it. First thing I would do would be get a third shift job. omfg. you would work more? what an idiot.

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i want some assmonkey friends too.

dryad. you have to realize we cant read your mind. what is the point you are trying to make?

rescue the crevasses from what? wayward turds? the herds weakest links? wtf?

i am uncomfortable with your presumed familiarity with me. i request that you refrain from using sexual innuendos in my presence. failure to provide the appropriate level of respect in the workplace may result in termination of your employment. asshole.

like maybe the mutha fuka feels bad for totaly fukin up his job to protect americans. the prick should have resigned on sept 12.

that 'thank you' courtesy aint fukin nols mutha fuka. and btw fuk nols. some of them fukheads retrobolted some backcountry routes of mine.

i am hanging in san diego for the summer. this place is cool except where it is wack. i dig the pretty women who hit on me. there is a whole gang of strange round here. serious. and aint it just my luck to have gotten kinda hung on a chick back home before i came down. i am disgusted by the wannabecool dickheads wearing tattoos and dickies and trucker hats but they dont fuk with me. they must sense i would get primeaval on their sorry ass. here is a little vignette of what is wrong with western society: i went to a vons store this morning. i selected a pound of safeway coffee that was on sale. why the fuk thhey sell safeway shit at vons i couldnt say. at the checkout counter i had to apply for a fukin vons card to get the sale price. they cashier (i refrain from using the term 'bitch') started to hand me the card then pulled it back at the last microsecond as i reached for it. i said 'psych' and she got all uppity and shit. why the fukin drama to buy goddam coffee? almost makes me want to go to starbuscks or sumpin. i wont even start on the gas prices. i reckon i will go on up to mt woodson today. the problems are kina highball though. and the only other climbers i seen fukin suck. i mean really: 5.10 crack aint that hard. but it is only about 5 miles away from this freaky suburbia i am hanging at. at least the sportfishing is picking up so i will be off the hard pretty quick.

leo. dude! that stuff sounds righteous. i can carry in a boom box and get some thumping tunes going to gets the ladies in the groove. if you know what i mean. or maybe just starting a kickass tire fire at the trailhead would be better --at least on my back. but i would only need to carry those bigass d batteries one way. i will probably give the second trip --'thinking like a mountain'-- a miss cause frankly that sounds like total bullshit. i mean not even bong loads would get me to believe 'the majesty of these mountains as metaphors for our minds': you know minds are mushy and mountains arent. wtf? see you later leo. i go by my rainbow name 'moondrizzle' sometimes too.