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If that were true, She would have designed man's anatomy to have his cock on his chin.

There's no such thing, Virginia.

Would you provide plastic sheeting for folks in the front row like in a Gallagher show?

Back in the late '70's, a number of us kept this motto concerning the Wind River Range; particularly with Steve Quinlan. Whenever we were in a group and the name "Wind Rivers" was spoken, raised index fingers were touched to lips with a quiet emanation of "shhhhhhhhh". Anyone here know Steve?

HEY! My sex life is my damn business! Mind your own.

E-rock, you rock. This medicine may leave a bitter aftertaste for some, but kind words often have the guise of poison. Gary, take your medicine, but use your own utensil; who knows where E-rock's spoon has been.

...a hunting we will go, a hunting we will go... Pesky commies!

maybe "roses" was used as a euphemism.

Salad days TR: did a winter ascent of that biggest tit in March of '79; started in the dark after work on Friday and was promptly to work at 8AM the following Monday. I know from that trip to never put a frozen biner in your mouth. "The glory of young men is their strength." ...not their intelligence. [/pidgeonchestbeat]

You just farted didn't you, Gary, you sick bastard.

#57 - I know that having accepted climbing activities as a part of my life, the pursuit is no less or more important than any other facet. I don't ruminate in guilt of appropriate or proper balance in life due to false reflections from mirrors held by individuals in the minority or culture in the majority. I know climbing is an expression of my life and accept, as with all artwork, that not all (and even myself at times) are able to understand this subjective expression that defies ability to fit in all frameworks; I have no need to promote or defend it. I know, with the acceptance of climbing as a part of a life which no one else can live, I perform it as a unique expression - its value independent of comparison to others. I know a part of my enjoyment in climbing is the "juggling" of decisions to be made: should I attempt this climb solo or with a partner, should I try this route with this partner or another, shall I attempt this or that route, do I need to back-up this pro or not, should I wait or continue into the storm? I know I will juggle in fair and foul weather. I know items will continue to be thrown at me regardless of my energy to juggle. I know I will drop things unintentionally I intended to maintain in control. I know outside critics of my juggling will pass. I know the inside critic of my juggling is fickle in judgment. I know I sometimes go for the jugular of jugglers, including myself, in this fickle judgment. I know, if I'm gonna excell and enjoy climbing (and life), I need to lighten the judgment of juggling to see and appreciate the beauty of the art of others and myself.

my addictions leave me weaningless.

Thanks for tryin', Chirp, but it all arrived at my location as an incomprehensible mess of data causing me to mutter, "Fuck...this is so meaningless..."

Some of their employees R-EI-EI-oh so pig-headed.

Please, hook me up, right now, with a venti, whole milk, three-pump, white chocolate mocha.

Horde to hoard.

That'd really suck ass.

I'm against putting paint on mountains.

Jay Leno: "...when they arrested Abramoff, they were going through his pockets and Tom Delay fell out of one of 'em."

Yeah, Happy Birthdays Will & GraceE.

Dope, but, a pretty choppy schtick on dial-up.

We all do.

You climb without partners, eh?