Dechristo

I know a gal that wears an F cup

"The Erection Company" - Asian political campaign management

"The Savannah, IL winner of the Odd Business Names category was Poopy's Harley Davidson, whose sign boasted Prices Cheaper Than S—. Among the runners-up were two Boston hair salons, Oops! and Curl Up & Dye."

Of course, you should be aware the advertisement is for instruction in "rope systems and free climbing". The fee for the course is $50. There are courses in reading comprehension for similar fees.

Wayne gave 'em a couple pairs of rock shoes.

Yes, i have skills in the heeling arts

The number and depth of skills is inumerable... ...while still wearing socks.

behind a Korean restaurant

Had my wisdom teeth extracted by an oral surgeon named Dr. Payne.

"Mo, a deer, a horny male deer. Ray, Enumclaw's favorite son..."

Documentary of the secret life of

or depression

congratulations, Wayne.

I marvel at those that believe a biner dropped from a great height onto stone doesn't possibly affect its integrity. I found a sling and some biners on the south apron below Wolf's Head in the Wind River Cirque, presumably dropped from high above. The sling I used climbing, the biners were relegated to putting camera, water bottle, etc., on belay on the pack.

This differentiation occurs in most activities. Name the activity, and if it's popular, somebody's probably being paid to perform it. In most of those paid activities, there are those that perform only for the bucks and possible fame and those that perform because they love the activity... and would continue to perform after the bucks stop flowing. As to the question of those that deserve to be paid to perform the activity, this also cuts across most lines. Take the music industry, how often do we shake our heads and marvel at the tossers that are promoted and making bank while those whose talent dwarves the tossers' continue in relative obscurity and are paid in scraps from the table? nothing new; Life counters our notions of Fair uninterrupted.

Divot?

it's ok, they have their own chapped sticks.

or not enough

Fuck it. Gonna bite it and go. Just gotta be back in town by nine to catch Dan Bern at the brewery.

it's so much more comfortable sitting at the computer, spraying, drinking coffee, nibbling on munchables, warm small dog lazing on my raised outstretched legs, the Garden State soundtrack flowing from the audio speakers.

...while selecting Vienna sausages from the shelf

I've been putting it off this morning... If I go, I'll drive into town, 45 miles out-of-the-way, buy a couple of large six-volt batteries to couple into one large-capacity 12-volt, pick-up a 20oz latte, and drive fifty-five miles up to 10,950' elevation to freeze my ass off while putting a frickin' monster starter-motor into a 453 Detroit Diesel motor requiring me to stand on my head while reaching through scads of hydraulic and electical lines to start the threads on three bolts whose placements can't be seen while holding the monster starter in position.

I sometimes get it from where my toes were I sometimes get it from where my finger was I sometimes get it from where the end of my thumb was I sometimes get it from where my dead brain cells lived I sometimes get it from where my conscience was

got any?

make-up