archenemy

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.

Cheating schmeeting. I don't know another trad climber who doesn't use whatever they have to in order to get up the fucking rock. Who cares? It's all good and fun til somebody looses an eye.

I love you guys.

Right on! Welcome home.

Butter doesn't have dimples.

Girl Climber: gripes about how much easier it is for a guy to piss and then pisses down his leg.

It's Partial Diff EQ you need to be high for. Or maybe anything with imaginary numbers should have a textbook that includes a sheet of acid.

At this stage, I'd settle for a lobotomy.

That fucking pissed me off. They don't give you the answers without a goddam ass reaming. Don't post shit like that, there are plenty of fun quizes that don't make you fill everything out and then get pop ups afterwards. I fucking hate emos.

It does if it's done right.

note that they say it increases the risk of exposure... those disease carrying boys are everywhere.

now that is funny. but I don't think it was on purpose.

This is good news for conservation as the genetic diversity of future generations of cheetah will be preserved by their duplicitous behavior." I love how it is "duplicitous". Cracks me up!!

Again, geeks will unite and make zillions of dollars. Eventually, we will rule the world.

Oh sweety, I can assure you that this does not shock the Muffy.

you been looking at that long and hard, haven't you?

moist

I've lived there and it ain't bad.

maybe she just needs a vaginoplasty b/c she's got big lips?