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At work in the office I never looked at anyone, and was perfectly well aware that my companions looked upon me, not only as a queer fellow, but even looked upon me -- I always fancied this -- with a sort of loathing.

Squid, let me know if you need a guide this weekend!

I keep telling you people, I'm not gay. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) Why the long face?

Well, if the food is good, and they tip you off on the choice cuts and freshest fruits, then maybe they are worth a bigger tip.

what a cute couple you two would make!

You clearly need a guide to understand this stuff. That'll be $375.

if he fills your bottle after he puts out? $75.

Its on the back of the release you sign: summit climb: $50 just to rim: $35 top of the Cleaver: $20 Ingraham flats: $10 Camp Muir: 50 cents Be sure you tip them in front of everyone, and say "thanks for the ride" salaciously.

but definitely not

inane in the membrane

I made friends with no one and positively avoided talking, and buried myself more and more in my hole.

This even would have been much better if Billy Squier was playing. But, perhaps, he was a bit young then.

Crampon! Crampoff! The Cramper!

those are prototypes, might not be the finished product. ya...wierd...looks like a lot of plastic.

Everything that meant anything to me is now deleted. Fill'r up.

Nice. I have fond memories of the Lake of the Angels. Back in my scouting days we composed a 75 miles hike by winding around and connecting various trails in the Olympics. Lake of the Angeles was one of our last stops, and we ate a concoction we called "Rockie Mountain Spotted Frog". I think it was some mix of ramen noodles, leek soup, and some other stuff we had left over. Immediately after eating it, over 75% of the troop was out in the bushes spraying out of both ends. This continued for the rest of the night. Good times.

When from dark error's subjugation My words of passionate exhortation Had wrenched thy fainting spirit free; And writhing prone in thine affliction Thou didst recall with malediction The vice that had encompassed thee: And when thy slumbering conscience, fretting By recollection's torturing flame, Thou didst reveal the hideous setting Of thy life's current ere I came: When suddenly I saw thee sicken, And weeping, hide thine anguished face, Revolted, maddened, horror-stricken, At memories of foul disgrace

Pics in order as per TR: [/url]

Damnit! I want the pictures for this TR!!! whose gallery are they under?

I grew up on the sun, where is was 5800 degrees Kelvin almost every day, so quit yer bitchen.