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much of that silt is predicted to virtually liquify if the quake is greater that 7. (fuzzy recollection on actual strength, but within the realm of possibility considering he tectonic plates.) are you prepared?

Jon E Bones my BlueTick Hound

in that case it would have been appropriate to use quotation marks.

traversing sucks. (actually that prior post wasn;t meant to be a direct response to your post, noob mistake)

I think I have made my case.

apple crate orange crate lemon peeler split pea some had coaster brakes, some had sissy bars, there were minor variations between them I recall. Mine was front hand brake and coaster brake on the cheater slick. or was it? no. It was so hard to choose at the schwinn shop. circa 1968, 69?

I was just thinking it sounds like I am really missing out on something.

I think we can safely surmise I do not have any buddies.

tools can be used to push buttons.

yes, but the orange crate paint was metallic with a 6 inch tall 5 speed shifter on the center bar, springer front forks with small tire, a hand brake and a sparkley orange banana seat. that pretty much trumps plain old red.

ahh yes,.. fitting in, the elusive unabtainable goal of the geek......worse, desiring to fit in with clubbies The Schwinn Orange Crate is the coolest sting-ray ever built, sting-rays being the coolest bikes ever built....of course geeks would not know that.... and finishing off each others sentences, thats so cute. Luke is a special kind of geek, climbing V10 makes geek way cool. Besides he gets women = not so geek. and its spelled T R O L L not tool. silly rope aid dabbers.

I am actually in a very cool profession and when I determined that most climbers were geeks, I chose to boulder, which is extremely non-geek. now I understand why boulderers really don't fit in here.

pfff. I mean puffff. whats that noise? do you hear the voices? join me in singing along. me too! damn rollerbladers. Alec Guinness puffed. theres that noise again.

grade whores

I am all for the eradication of fat people. exterminate the brutes.

or we have already been there times 3 and know that your crying here, when time is plenty and options are numerous, is pathetic. restocked my beer last night.

I am not without compassion for someones hard time, but this is far from a worse case scanario. nothing else really needs to be said.

I just found another beer in the back of the fridge. thought I was out.

just tell them the trail dust contains lyme disease from the tick poop.

best outdoor bouldering in Seattle area. out the door now.

yes, I do still have toenails. but I only started climbing two and a half years ago at age 42. I'm trying to catch up as fast as I can. at least I hike without rope aid.

that only works for toenails of people who work in cow pastures. 4 grams.

Imagine your at a wedding or some such drunken social affair, perhaps for the sake of this daydream you are a woman, a hot woman, a horny hot woman. A really handsome bastard is sitting across from you, I'll do in this role, and you, the hot horny woman flips off your stilletto heel and begins to feel around for some footsie under the table. You make contact and a shoeless foot is returning your efforts. However the really handsome bastard, my role assuming you have been paying attention, is a cool cookie and he is staring off in to the distance, apparently at some slutty brunette on the dance floor. You increase the stroking with your foot. About this time you notice that the guy diagonally across the table, next to the really handsome bastard, thats me, is looking at you with a big shit eating grin. You become dismayed and reactively look under the table. and you see the toes in the pic above playing toesy twister with your sheer black stockinged foot. you scream and run desperately form the banquet room stopping only to vomit on some waiter. Later the really handsome bastard scores with the slutty brunette on the floor who also gives a mean foot massage.

I;m gonna find a toe fetish forum somewhere and post that pic.