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...the Nodder. OMG!!!

The mudslide just covered it up, yeah. That's the ticket! Now get out there and start diggin'!

:pagetop: Humor: Scenic: Alpine: Cragging: Bouldering (self-portrait):

Bust a Nutella?

Global Warming is aid.

Post 'em up, Folks!! I know Off's got some...

Climbing Link

Nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat!

Me in Yosemite, 1965 FA Smith Rocks, 1995:

If it's going to be THAT kind of party...

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Drug dealers credo: "The first one is free"

check pm's

Oh, he's been there. Here's a note from his...ahem..."climbing partner".

crawfoj2 said: I spent nearlly two hours combing the area behind the school and only found a dirt wall that is 35ft, sorry south sounders this place isn't there... If anyone does find a crag in the Renton/Kent area please let me know! :lmao:

Speaking of trolling, here's The Man with a "fish on"!!!! C6Q5KEHkDUs

I'd fly out to Seattle for a hot dog in a minute, but we're having a sushi party on the summit of the mace for the 50th anniversary on that day. Also, a 90-foot (unrepeated) slackline walk to the next formation. Darn.

Jay, you need the slo-mo with the drawn-out bass groan for the full effect.

Pffft. Arizona doesn't "do" daylight savings.

That's great news! Glad something got worked out. Now, about that Lower Malamute...

I have never drank that much milk To have that happen, I mean...

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here. Life is skittles and life is beer. I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring. I do, don't you? 'Course you do. But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me, And makes every Sunday a treat for me. All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon, When we're poisoning pigeons in the park. Every Sunday you'll see My sweetheart and me, As we poison the pigeons in the park. When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide, But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide. The sun's shining bright, Everything seems all right, When we're poisoning pigeons in the park. We've gained notoriety, And caused much anxiety In the Audubon Society With our games. They call it impiety And lack of propriety, And quite a variety Of unpleasant names. But it's not against any religion To want to dispose of a pigeon. So if Sunday you're free, Why don't you come with me, And we'll poison the pigeons in the park. And maybe we'll do In a squirrel* or two, While we're poisoning pigeons in the park. We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment, Except for the few we take home to experiment. My pulse will be quickenin' With each drop of strych'nine We feed to a pigeon. (It just takes a smidgin!) To poison a pigeon in the park. --Tom Lehrer

The other way!

Oooo, Babies, Ooo!