Dechristo

Thanks. now I can die

Word up. The word is you have an easy time with any quantity of erections.

a woman needs a man, like a needs a bicycle

right onnnnn, more pics and jeeez, Dru. That's a freakin' baby platypus. You don't know jack aboot differing snaffle species.

that's what we call a vagina or to more specific a vagina. This, perhaps, explains what may be a touchy subject for you, Pink. It is a woman's clitoris that is most often correlated to a man's penis. Mebbee you could benefit from paying more attention to this feature on a woman. Pray for opportunity to extend courtesies to "the little man in the boat".

Remarkable Me too. But I'm gonna put up the calendar anyway, and then pout when she tears it down. My wife doesn't even know I put the calendar together yet. Pray for me. it's for charity how can she be mad??? You've never been married to a woman, have you?

She regrets them all, until now. Now, you're here. And with your presence, you've answered all her questions about men.

I have a cassarole with the image of the virgin pasta-maker on it.

Petite thing

That's no joking matter, Mighty Louse! If you'll think about something/someone, other than yourself, for more than a mouse-turd's length of time, it may dawn inside your black walnut-shell-sized skull that this, indeed, may be his secondary and ostensible malady. We're talking about Oly, here. Only he, and his strange Gods, know what he may do with an elbow (his) and a small, live rodent. This, of course, involves his primary malady.

kickin'

anybody, who gives any of the climbing gals any shit, at all, about posting pics of themselves on that thread, ought to sit down and... ...fuck-themself-up! ...before too many volunteer to do it for them.

well, since no one else mentioned it... ...nice freakin' photos! with the exception of the spot of rain you mentioned, it looks like the weather was cooperative. windy at all?

is that really real??? that is just sick It looks real but I find it hard to believe a doctor would have that sucker sitting out for a pic. That pain would be immense, not including the blood loss. My Dad took of 1/4 to 1/2 inch finger with Log splitter and nearly went to make his maker becuase of no pressure on it. Actually, pain levels don't necessarily correlate to apparent severity of injury. There have been manageable levels of pain to some of my most severe and gruesome injuries while, conversely, wishing I could die due to pain experienced from lesser incidents. Considering auto-constriction of injured/severed blood vessels, I find it hard to believe your father experienced the kind of blood loss you describe from that injury. A cup of blood looks like a gallon when spread out on the floor.

I crossed my Old Man back in Oregon Don't take me alive

And what about the heroic canines? No MuttLU's for them?

gotta have sumpin fer dinner

I thought posting the pics on the "Hot Climbing Chicks" thread was more about feeling a sense of community/camaraderie here. Many of you know and associate with others from this site, so it's no big deal. Also, though some of us are unknown, face-to-face, we've written enough, over a long enough period of time, for a sense of persona to be known. Posting pics in this familiar setting for the purpose stated (community calendar) showed a recognition of relationship...and has been good fun.

yep

The functional muscle is inside and can't be seen anyway. You talkin' da brain or Kegels (pubococcygeus muscles)?

I don't doubt the writer of the article assumes the average reader will not question if an Australian organization will invade S. America to eradicate an indigenous species.

eggsoylent!

Did you read the entire article?

'kin nice, Tvash! Now, the legal team can collect permissions from subjects and photographers and you/we are on your/our way. ...don't forget, 2008 is perfect for a climbing calendar being that it's a dyno (leap) year.

Plaignez-le. Il a appris un certain peu de la connaissance ésotérique, mais, n'a pas appris qu'il est comme loin de la sagesse pendant que la pisse est de vin.