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an ascender can cut a rope when dynamically loaded. so have fun self belaying wit that shit.

the recipe page is fukin funny: instant oatmeal and ramen and hot chocolate and tea. wow. i am underwhelmed. personally i see the small pot size as being a pain if youre melting snow for water. but thats just me.

honda 90cc trailbikes from hell! just in case you were wondering those trailbikes cant handle repeated jumps.

the boots that fit you are the best.

slubberdegullion you are for putting in the fag apostrophe

i dont have to go to no stinkin show to know i cannot live without one of them lighters that acts like a little torch. ya know: like to smoke crack with. those things fukin

people who hate.

watch some knuckleheads try a tow a car. some swearing so mind the kiddies.

yo. shoot a dead. then it.

fyi: vitamin c can act as a pro-oxidant too.

the bb gun battles are classic. reminds me too dart wars. we made darts by cutting q-tips in two and cutting the flat part off of pins then shoving it into the qtip shaft. the tube from a aluminum arrow was the blowgun. fukin things went in pretty deep. we stopped playin when one kid got it in the eye. we pulled it out no problem but we were scared to play anymore.

pixie sticks that have goten wet.

my childhood play with bullets suggests strongly that it is a bad idea to throw them in a fire or to hit them with a hammer. oh yeah. here is a little charmer idea: tape a marble on the end of a shotgun shell and drop it down a stairwell. i first saw that model of fun in high school when one dropped next to me at the basement level. luckily the dumbfukers who dropped it dint know enough to put a streamer or sumpin to direct how it landed. it landed sideways but dindt explode and i learned a new trick all at once. and the really kickass firebomb is an almost empty gas can on the campfire.

been there done that. i even set off a 22 round with a hammer one time. at least we duct taped a long stick to the hammer handle for safety. i am fukin lucky.

where is christina falls in bc?

i feel like i am high and i havent even been smokin. i just glanced at something with the teams playing the superbowl. i aint ver heard of the carolina team before. wtf they called? the 'thundercats' or sumpin?

i am floating along with some tosca today. the first cd from delhi9. i can pretty much attribute my being able to keep from going fukin postal today on the downtempo mood it brings on. payin fukin bills. contemplating the tax i owe. it can make a person aggro. did someone mention weekend? fukin a.

for sure there would have been a lot of finger pointing. prolly would have been bourkereevs fault still.

i am a dead cow. and a mechanically processed dead chicken. and generic brand cereal. and brown bananas. with some lettuce salad on the side. where does the coffee go?

uh. who cares what you call em. when the ropes look insanely thin you can still clip em one at a time. when the ropes look like accessory cord you have to clip two strands at a time.

joyridin kicks ass. til you get caught. sorry bout your shoes.

more funny shizzle from nerve.com i especially liked the one guys answer to "What drug is the best supplement to sex?": "Weed, probably. I dunno. Ecstasy is retarded. You're like, “Water is awesome”, “I love smelling.” It's stupid. Sober is the best way. Sober or drunk."

think man think. sell the clothes to locals or trade for some cheeba.

you have offered a cogent and thoughtful analysis of what the young mr yates experienced during the emotional decision making that ultimately lead to mr simpsons unfortunate injuries. it is interesting to note the small stature of the indigenous donkeys that the subsequent evacuation team utilized to carry the nonambulatory mr simpson out of the wilderness. though not comparable to the grasscutter ants ability to carry heavy loads the donkey is nevertheless quite an impressive 'beast of burden'. do i win the write like catbirdseat prize now? i woulda cut the rope and laughed maniacally as the fuker fell. then shagged his girlfriend and talk shit about him behind his back.

missed ya.