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Wide Swing Tremolo, Trace, Straightaways

Picture taken at Family Christmas dinner at your house?

line-jugging, picture-taking

Piss or coils, you decide: Chris Hitchens, pulled an absolute kneecap job on Michael Moore yesterday with an article entitled Unfairenheit 9/11: The lies of Michael Moore. In it, he wrote all manner of allegation about Moore's new film, peeing on it from a great height, calling it "crap",

Snaffle chatter is too fast for me, I can't follow

The selfish nature of The Capitalist. There lies the crux.

So, Al Gore DIDN'T invent the internet? Damn. Who knew?

There's also ice bouldering on the Mendenhall glacier, if ya take the north road... And let's not forget the wonderful sunset hikes at the end of douglas road!

Hey! This was MY FIFTH alpine climb, Pal.

I always thought there must be some kind of symbiotic relationship going on between the critters, funk, wool and human that allowed them to to be that blissful happy it seems they are.

**You are ignoring this loser**

Yer bein stoopid, tonight Dru.

4Nuts

the offwidth thru the roof is barnrat. on rat dome; unfortunately access is kinda fuked. we need a bridge. yo access fund people who read this site we neeed a bridge in the icicle to get to rat creek!!!! While you are at it, how about a bridge just above Swiftwater. Thanks in advance!

Oh, and go to the climbing gym at U of A, They hired me as a consultant for that job, but I can't be responsible for the results

Go drinking at the Alaskan! Hike the Mendenhall lake trail Visit the hanging gardens Drive out to eagle beach do the sportclimbs at Fritz Cove Road Play pool at the hangar Have a good dinner at the Baranoff. End up at the Alaskan 'til all hours

You guys are slow. I expected the downgrading to begin on Monday.

i go out tonight. the port engine aftercooler had to get fixed so thats why i been on the hard. You're timing's good - it's gonna be frickin' hot landside. Safe trip! SWAB!

FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre, Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise In Druid vapour and make the torches dim; Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him Who met Fand walking among flaming dew By a grey shore where the wind never blew, And lost the world and Emer for a kiss; And him who drove the gods out of their liss, And till a hundred moms had flowered red Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead; And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods: And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods, And sought through lands and islands numberless years, Until he found, with laughter and with tears, A woman of so shining loveliness That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress, A little stolen tress. I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die? Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows, Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?[i/] -William Butler Yeats

Better yet, try the Hooked On Traskphonics for REAL spraypower!

Good one, Murray....

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