lummox

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.

can you hurry up? the principal gets mad when im late for school.

so. do ya get more floaters when the shitter is full of oil rather than water?

your thingy is a lot bigger than my daddys.

i read about that shit in a harry potter book. aint nothin new.

check out homeboys stylie beach wear

break out the coppertone!

no sex before marriage. these areas --points to chest and crotch-- are off limits. i feel so much better about myself after losing all that weight. yur kina cute in a quirky way. my prosthetic leg is sure chaffing my stump today. ooooh. the itchin from these crabs is driving me crazy. at least i gots more teeth than my sister.

i aint even listening to pre 2000 music this week

i like pushing into em. they are like a giant tit.

if you are so tied into the whole julian thing with its overreaching patriarchal vibe then it is still winter for you on march 20.

i have used a daisy made from 6mm cord for a long time. i take about 15 feet of the shizzle and tie overhand knots every 6 inches or so (which reduces tensile strength by about 40% so fuk off if you think i dont kno alread) and tie it to my leg loops and harness loop with a waterknot. it is handy for aid climbing. sometimes i might wear it on long rock routes or climbing ice. most of the time i dont. the daisy can make adjusting a butt bag easy. aint nothing wrong with using cord instead of webbing for attaching yourself to an anchor but i wouldnt use it only: tie in with the lead rope.