KaskadskyjKozak

It's good to be the King.

Stroh's again?

Reminds me of the time I was drinking underage and the cop had me pour out almost a case of beer. He didn't give me an MIP, but it was just torture! That happened to me at my university. I refused to watch the graphic violence associated with this vile exhibition of alcohol abuse. I took the $25 fine instead.

cheetos, gator-aid, some candy = happy kids.

Yes, I dedicated that one to you.

Also known as browncapping, as in, the wave is about to break. ASSID RAIN Shitting in mid-rappel.

Achie appreciates thoughtful folks like you. I bet Kboner shits on summits and belay ledges.

In that case the Democrat party needs to switch to a new lingua franca.

Interesno - znachit' vy vmesto s MattP, Prole, da mnogimi drugimi odnodumcyami dolzhny razgovarivat' na Velikom Mogochum.

on odnoyazychnyj - inakshe govorya, amerikanec'.

This morning I had to get up early to drive to Snoqualmie Falls and pick up some gear I left in a friend's car. Prior to my departure I passed a wonderful type 4, tapered stool. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bristol_Stool_Scale As I drove back an hour later my bowels began to rumble once again, resulting in a brisk jog from the garage to the bathroom, where I deposited at least a pound of type 6 chunks. This left me to wondering if I really ate so much yesterday, and if I would be making a third trip later today. Perhaps a full-on type 7 is on the way?

mai oui, il va de soi

Revolver. Later work. Not one of their "first few songs". Top notch.

pourquoi mon petite rongeur? parse que il a honte d'être français

nope.

Maybe Chapman only listened to the White Album..."Happiness is a warm gun..."

lethal injection is too sanitized. we need to go back to hanging, the chair, or firing squad.

Neither should they wed, for that matter... No self-respecting climber would marry a butter-hog. True dat. But I was going on the (perhaps flawed??) assumption that a woman that could lie on a beach for 10 days could still be a trophy wife and not have to work out, given certain innate metabolic characteristics. However, if her metabolism was such that she could not do this, then yes, she would be a butter hog and, ergo, no self-respecting climber would marry her. that kind of woman typically becomes a butter hog after marriage. no need to keep up appearances any more. it's happened to a climber friend or two of mine.

The guys at Daily Kos tore a hole in that accusation: http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/8/12/1101/20327/19/566444 Hmmm, lets see. He probably got the idea to tear a hole in the accusation from the original artical on FOX which stated: "Wolfson’s claims, however, that Clinton could be the likely nominee if Edwards had been scandalized are disputable. A Washington Post poll taken after the caucuses showed 43 percent of voters who backed Edwards would have chosen Obama as a second choice, not Clinton." However, it could be possible he never read past the first paragraph.... the latest buzz is Hilary might still keep her name in the hat at the upcoming convention.

good point. i'd imagine it's more like curdled butter milk

That's "the sweeter the pushin'" you misspelled "sweatier"

all that matters is she's a butter hog.

"According to an e-mail from Sills, the threesome felt there was no point in them all being cold when a helicopter would pick them up in the morning." There you go. P*** before friends!

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