archenemy

They sure understand the word "Vicodin"

Get her to read this quote and I'll bet 47 seconds on the breakup pool.

vw4ever: by staying buzzed--one way or another TheOtter: the only beach I hit was the Med--and it was windy and shitty that day CBS: it was conglomerate, and I do have an outstanding shot of me hamming it up on a via ferrata oly: For you, anything ZZ: anytime. G-Spot: I hadn't thought about that--thanks for deepening my depression Camilo: Montserrat is in the Carribean; Monteserat is in Spain Glad you guys liked my first attempt at a TR. It is a lot of work for a crappy write up. I'll try better on the next one!

Good plan. Only let the orifices you don't want anymore to get submerged.

did it work?

It is dry, it'll be perfecto

shouldn't you be working?

And land mines really boltered the prosthetics industry.

I like freaks.

How do pirates manage?

yeah, I wish. She stuck my butt with her big black stick

sounds like a RHCP song

And the bitch probably rides her bike on the sidewalk to boot.

I was just out for a swim. Not only did she probably not like her dogs, she probably didn't think to sterilize the bottle before filling it with "people water"

Add sloe gin and beer, get in a sleeping bag and vomit all over yourself in an unconcious state, along with peeing multiple times in your sleeping bag of course, and I got that one covered a couple of times. But those don't even barely make my top stupidist things I done list. Add that to having a second person in the bag with you, and you start to get the picture.

What is it good for?

Look how big those people are. They must be Americans.

Climb: Somewhere in Monterserat Date of Climb: Sometime around 4/17/2006 I decided to embark on a grueling epic climb in the rough part of Spain. To gird my loins for this endeavour, I decided I would bivy in a two-hundred-year-old French vinyard. Fortunately, the room was equipped with a huge soak tub and came with a bottle of wine made in the area. I felt ready. The next day I took off for Monterserat. The drive ended up at this: It was already afternoon, so it didn't make sense to start climbing. My partner and I decided to walk around a bit and just take a peek. This is what we saw: and this: We ran--yes, actually ran--back to the car and got the gear. I was so excited to climb that I actually ripped a piece of the climb right off. Here it is: Somewhere underneath it is the evidence of me shitting myself; I carried on, without the undercling I had removed, and topped out all too quickly. I looked over and saw the most interesting formation We decided maybe we might just want to get another climb in that day, so we walked a little ways and started up the next one we saw--it looked pretty short and easy to handle. Here is the first pitch: And the second pitch: and the surprise third pitch: After topping out, I looked up and saw a stone hut with a fire going. Other smelly climbers were there and a whole shitload of gear was stored inside. I wondered how most folks got up there (I hadn't seen one single solitary other climbing person actually climbing the whole time I was there), and looked down and saw this: Gear Notes: A handful of draws, an old rope, the same clothes I'd been wearing all week. Approach Notes: Take KLM to Amsterdam. Be sure to have a long enough layover to enjoy Amsterdam. Hang out in France long enough to gain 3 kilos and then head to Spain.

What are they used for?

Right on McGyver! Good solution.

But that is a different topic.

Bolt Everything

Your name is Eugene?

They had colleges back then?

Just the fact that it let's him write provides proof that at least it lets assholes write.