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i cant pick just one. either freesoloing on acid or driving to the crags stoned and drunk. i survived it all though.

aint the spectra inside like insulated? it is the sheath slippage that is the bitch. that and the cost.

get psyched with sugar caffeine and heavy metal music.

and even after cutting through this airplane the ginzu knife can still slice tomatoes.

blame the last one on oregon. fukin nader lovin mutha fukkas.

squawk and milou are gay penguins who live at the central park zoo. there a bunch of gay penguins at the zoo. they are sharp dressers and it aint ice cream.

wont happen with a fullblown growityerself snot catcher.

jack darland and family fukin rawk! have a kickass trip!

i like the wierd humor on an expedition that comes outta everybody reading the same cheap novels. elmore leonard is fukin garanteed to provide stupid quotes.

dude. i aint your dom.

release the hostage. or cop a squat.

i reckon the safest course of action is to pre-emptively kick ass on all garden gnomes. some innocent lives may be lost but you gotta break a few eggs to make a gnome omelette.

lik dont fall. duh.

spray is aid.

online shizzle: http://www.iceclimb.com/CA.html

moab has gotten too trendy with the trustifarian sect. plus it is in utah. fuk it.

in december i was gettin all aligned to be married again. holy shit i fuk you not. thank the lord that reason came back to me --even if only briefly. i am not going to get married. ah nah hell no.

you stupid fuker dissing the noobies is funny. in a pathetic way.

i am not an expert. havent even slept at a holiday inn. but i reckon for accuracys sake there is minimum size for the altimeter to be. otherewise it would be small but couldnt tell you the altitude very well. my guess anyhow. there is some retro cool to the massive watch anyway.

so wtf is one of your close calls?

you know you have had them. fukin a. i had one just yesterday. but i will tell of another fukup that i walked away from: after climbing a long iceclimb my buddy and i wandered towards the descent trail. well. we didnt wander enough before we headed down. managed to downclimb and slide down part of some steep slabs. that was about the time we realized we were over a cliff. we were fucked. we couldnt climb back up because the snow released off the fukin slabs and people cant climb frictiony granite when its slick while wearing crampons. physics and shit prohibits it. so we gotta climb down a little further to a tree to rap from. on that granite coated with a dusting of snow --the wind slab we released had wiped off the whole area. no shit we made it cuase i am writing this now. and that is the best part of a close call: it werent a bullseye you-dead-now hit.

top ramen with tuna left over from the trip. not.

mutha fuka should have not fallen and gotten hurt.

my girlfriends tripledog dared me to go out on this date. they are so gonna pay. or . . . i have a lot of as pets.