olyclimber

nobody believe you guys even actually know how to read

keep your eyes on the little birdy...nevermind the man behind the curtain.

I'm sure he just wanted a little nibble. Just a teeny weeny little nibble.

a dead baby seal with glassed over eyes as a mascot! sheer brilliance MisterE! OMG! I'M GOING MANIC!!! MEDS PLEASE!!!

UNCAGE YOUR INNER JAMES BROWNS!!

those are all PMs from Beckey asking him to go climbing...

a pile of Grade VI kitty litter.

sobo, are you retarded?

haven't you ever uncaged your soul?

and I can't believe you hired MisterE and not me as your publicist! FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE and shit like that. You would be the fuggin prince of arabia by now!

OMG YOU'VE JUST GOT TO BE KIDDING WTF OMG!!!!!!!!

meow

Just wait till the day the Queen of England knights him. Then he'll be the cock of the walk.

SWEET! Did he cry at any point during the climb?

well aren't you a bit touchy.

Yes. Dune was written in/around 1964...I believe Lyndon B. was president...not W.

he pulled it out of his arse.

What you're doing right now.

Are those there to feed the giant snake in the cage with them?

Dead puppies aren't much fun they don't bark and they don't run

the gods must be crazy

I'm really not that pushy, though cook might disagree. I have no idea why I asked the question twice.

http://www.ontariosciencecentre.ca/scizone/games/sextest/

I can't believe you guys talk about God in the workplace. Seems like its inviting trouble.

I believed blindly at such times that by some miracle, by some external circumstance, all this would suddenly open out, expand; that suddenly a vista of suitable activity -- beneficent, good, and, above all, ready made (what sort of activity I had no idea, but the great thing was that it should be all ready for me) -- would rise up before me -- and I should come out into the light of day, almost riding a white horse and crowned with laurel.