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Both of yous are ugly as hell, though.

On this same trip, I took a 40-deg down bag and was sufficiently warm, even at Thumb Rock (10,800?). Fairly weather dependent, I would say; but, 15-deg or 20-deg is a good general bag anyway.

It's barely 4:30 and MisterE is drunk already? Dude, did you take, like, 6 Haldal and do some vodka shots before that post? You making no sense.

You and hip hop? Yeah, right.

is it me or do some of the folks around here have a warped sense of reality, or just think its funny to totally stereo-type... this is spray, but kinda sad anyway... the baltic room for whats its worth, is a pretty trendy, somewhat hipster-ish, club. theres a little bit of diversity and culture, but not too much... for me coming off the ski hill tho, its fun, and alot differnt than the nightlife up here mostly i just dig live music, and appreciate all sorts or chill on youre computer whatever-bp Dude, wake up. Violence has followed the hip hop scene for some time. There have been shootings outside hip hop clubs in Pioneer Square, some violence at a hip hop festival sponsored by the Cube radio station. You probably never hear about it because it's black-on-black crime, which according to some doesn't exist. Roark

Nancy Pelosi, the female Al "Woodenhead" Gore.

hip-hop = illegal gun-fest

I was thinking it was sad that her friend behind her wouldn't hold her hair for her. A person who will hold your hair as you puke is a true friend.

They probably fucking stink, dude.

I've found that using a preservative-free nasal spray helps flush that shit out better. I think it helps me get over colds faster or avoid them altogether. As a clarification, I use a nasal spray that is purely salt and sterilized water. I mix it myself. 99% of nasal sprays that sell OTC have bad shit in them (even the ones who say they don't).

That's fucked.

I think the rules of evidence for criminal cases are just held to a much higher criteria than civil cases. Possibly due to the severity of crimes they deal with. So if I make up some story that you really don't have an alibi for, I can sue you for millions of dollars!!! Anyone know a laywer? Hire Mattp. I'll be your witness. What did they do?

I think the rules of evidence for criminal cases are just held to a much higher criteria than civil cases. Possibly due to the severity of crimes they deal with.

It was invented at a secret lab in West Virginia at the direction of Dwight Eisenhower during the Cold War. It was meant to incapacitate the Soviets, but somehow it leaked out during a raid of a secure warehouse that was under the direct pervue of J. Edgar Hoover by the OSS/CIA.

SLAVEDRIVER!!!! Cracking the whip to keep you in line It's not you I'm worried about, it's that ragin' Dane!!! She's a pistol.

SLAVEDRIVER!!!!

Yes, the road is ploughed as far as Bridge Creek. I forgot to mention how iceguy and I helped a fellow get his truck out of a ditch in Tumwater canyon. He'd spun out and was up against the snow bank. He didn't have chains or a shovel. We dug him out, but when he tried to move, the truck just moved sideways. There was a nice woman there who had stopped to help. She had sand bags in the bed of her pickup truck. We cut one open and spread sand about under the wheels of the stuck vehicle and thus extracted it just as a State Trooper pulled up. We might have saved the poor guy a ticket or a towing fee. Sheeit. You'll chestbeat about anything, won't you?

Never understood this "holiday". I'll be working.

It's so secret, they can't even tell you that you've thought of it or not. yes I'm a little puzzled myself. I *did* get invited to a party but didn't realize it was a secret! Shhhh...it's so secret, only a few people KNEW it was a secret. The fact that you didn't know it was a secret, means it was elevated to such a secret level the host thought it was too risky to divulge that information to you.

It's so secret, they can't even tell you that you've thought of it or not.

Nope. White shirts, orange shorts. I'll do some up close inspections and get back to you though. First I gotta go pry trask off of Mariana, the busty Latina with some blue-veined 36DD's; I think Manolo, the busboy, is her boyfriend and he's not looking to happy.

Our TR is about to turn epic: trask has left barbecue-sauce handprints on several white Hooters tops (which were occupied at the time) and now Ronnie the Manager isn't looking too friendly. Luckily, Lola, our main waitress, is running interference for us. I think she's hoping for some real hardcore lovin' from ol' trask later.

Ronny, the manager just upgraded Trask and I to a Gold Preferred Membership of the Hooters Double-D Club. Free wings for a year and our pick of Hooters babes to bring 'em over.

I told you not to pop those Viagra too early in the day. Kimberly and Sara were giving you the go-ahead look a minute ago, though. Hey, honey, can we order some cheese sticks over here?