kix

hahahaaa, just stirring up shit as usual. I'm already bvb's sworn enemy for dissing them after he sent me a cd:

The Dave Clark Five

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The Wipers

I think I did splatter the side of the bowl a bit this morning. I feel so included.

it was barely a noticable difference from the normal dismal performance.

I shall. leaving now. climbing til dark. I'll leave you to your cube, hopefully you will spend the time wisely, perhaps addressing your questionable talent for writing humorous dialog.

I;m sure this made you chuckle uncontrollably as you posted it, but it makes no sense to me. so now I;m feeling kind of excluded from all the fun intended to be at my expense.

wait. so you are advising fluff, fluff, fluff? now I'm confused. you said spray. didn't I mention the soft tacos?

oh hey, right. a real romper room mauling. somebody censor the vulgar brutes. my avatar is an orange bike. your post is pointless. your emoticons are ghey. good call on the bait thing though.

well shitz, i'd be willing to wager that i send your project before you send one of mine... some killer 5.9 grid bolted test piece?

come on man! my wife won't let me kick the dog, throw the cat or pick on the kids. irreverent and antagonistic posting here is all I got! help a brutha out mang......

almost as good as your dads dubious claim to a 5.7 FA.

let me try. I hiked to the boulders. I set down my gear. I smoked some pot and drank some beer then I crushed some problems. My butt itched so I scratched it. I smoked some more. Drank some more. Climbed some more. I got an owie on my finger, so I looked at it for a while. I pulled out the cooler, grill and backpack stove and made soft tacos. I took a piss. then I hiked out thinking about how much I must be missing out on because I won't waste half a day belaying some dabbing hangdogger. I don't know, thats pretty hard stuff.

hard to write 1000 words about .......wait, hold on (gotta do the math, lets see 5 problems, 4 moves each on avg, equals..........gotta get my socks off.....got it) .... ok, hard to write 1000 words about 22 moves.

I do not write TR's, they are ghey. I think we can safely surmise my head has already been cracked. not all ropes are lame. some have pretty real colors. if you can send my proj, I will go away from here forever. but I will take my bike too.

pathetic. quit living in the past.

yawn

liberal, conservative. whatever. what have you done to affect change at all? post on cc.com? you are powerless regardless. lounge in your powerlessness. immerse yourself. make sexy pouty lips as you pretend to blow bubbles off your hand, scooped from your large oversized tub of powerlessness. ranting out the window like bill holden feels good though.

awesome. done. thanks.

spray: I will be climbing outside, on steep dry rock, all weekend. 30 minutes from Seattle. Not on Little Si.

hippies, pachouli, mushrooms, barefeet, body odor, girls with hairy armpits. what more do you want to know?

do you have all your teeth? if so, I'm down. me:

oh wait, herring breath. perhaps I was a bit hasty.

wanna make out?