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What makes me really mad is the pics of the old timer climbing it in his hobnail boots. Fucker.

I worked my off ahead of time at that fucked up polished Angel crack waste of good curse words echochamber sonofabitch climb.

Too much trouble. Trying to get clothes shifted whilst keeping tied in to the rock and keep the portaledge from shifting is pretty much impossible. If someone has managed to do so successfully, they deserve a trophy.

Rusty nail? how do I mix a rusty nail? And I appreciate suggestions on good gin--I know nothing and don't want to drink cheap crappy stuff or expensive disapointing stuff.

I love whiskey. But I am willing to try the martini thingy. Especially when I feel all faggy like Billygoat. My mom bought me one of those fancy little shakers (she has a thing about buying stuff for my kitchen) and I haven't used it yet. Right now may be the right time--I'll follow a recipe or two...

I am up for this Sunday at Index.

I'll go. PM me.

this is the best response I have ever read on cc.com. Ever. Take off your ignore. Kevbone responses are right there. Well maybe not. Ignore stays on. I prefer the wit, not the nitwit.

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DeC asked: "What is Satan's job?" this is the best response I have ever read on cc.com. Ever.

I like to have my cake and eat it too.

This was a youngin. Only about two or three years old. I have seen him before, the one who ran in front of my truck a couple of weeks ago. He's very heathly and dark. Gorgeous. I'd take that hide in a NY minute.

Actually she is but not sure if you would want to date a chick that can climb harder than you. ZING....OUCH! Hey, Kevbone has an insult thread already goin' right now in spray! It was insulting before that comment.

And that is when it becomes an adventure.

the one having the most fun. duh.

you are my hero

Now that is scary! Did you hear him chuffing and making his bear noises? That is so frightening it makes the hair on your nape stand up.

but those were good guesses

It is a perplexing question that has intrigued wise men and hermits for generations.

Ned head!! I loved living there, it was my favorite place I have lived. Don't forget to visit Wondervu. If you you through there and down the road on the other side of the mountain you'll see an antique store on the left. Every Tues night a bunch of really old fossils get together and play folk music (banjos, mouth harps, washboards, the whole shabang!). They will let you come sit in the group and listen--they are amazing!

one man's nutz are another man's...?

By the age most of us are, we know what to weigh when we are in good shape (meaning that we have our musculature). And most people can see the difference between muscle and fat, so they are pleased when they are reaching their goal weight as well as putting back on the muscle they had when they were in shape. I am down three pounds. And I am starting to build my little tiny girly man muscles back--just a little.

Yesterday morning I heard a metal clank outside my bedroom window (which was open). I get up and look out and what do I see? Nothing. So I go back to bed and doze off for about 10 min and I hear a louder clanking. I get back out of bed and look out the window a second time. And what do I see? A fucking bear. He had knocked over my BBQ and was prying the grill part off so he could have a taste of the tri tip I had the night before. Yummy. He got bored though and started walking around the house. I was sort of scampering around trying not to make noise and scare him. I lost sight of him at the back of the house where there are no windows. I go back into my bedroom and what do I see? The fucking bear! This time he is stepping up on my back porch and looking into a full-glass door to my bedroom. I decided that was getting too close for comfort and clapped then shook my hands. I could tell he couldn't see me (the glass is sorta mirrorish when looking from the outside). So I clapped, yelled and stepped forward and tapped at the glass right where his nose was. I looked right into his beady little eyes and could see the moment when he realized I was right there. He took off; but boy, what an experience!!! I just wish I had gotten a bear rug out of the deal. That way, I wouldn't have shit directly on my floor.

Yeah, apparently you get to treat everyone else like shit.