Dechristo

Is this stool left on a bar floor a concentrated pile of constipated steely boulders or an expansive messy giardia splatter?

Brian, from your post I take it that you belong to the Modern Christian Club so I'll try to stay in that vernacular. "Love your neighbor as yourself. Love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, and strength." "A man makes his plans, but God orders his footsteps." It seems to me if you "love...God with all your heart, mind, and strength", then you trust with as much commitment. If God orders your footsteps, then you trust every footfall is guided... including your last. "The prayer of a righteous man avails much." I believe the Judeo-Christian Bible defines a "righteous man" simply as one who trusts God. If one trusts God with the commitment stated above, there is little need of petition for anything including safety. There is only love, joy, peace, and a prayer of gratitude in every breath. "Fear is not of God." Fuck the mind games and anything anyone, including myself, tells you. Send deep and you can send, or not send, to your heart's delight. whatever... here's your climber's prayer: "Thanks."

Did I win? and what's the name of the pollock you're importand?

That's not a sparkler, it's a KY-proof fuse.

But... you will BWAHAHAHAHA

Chubby Checker have anything to do with it?

what is a "twist tighter"?

Dan Brown offers an explanation in The Da Vinci Code. see the ritual scenes

Saw him in Toronto in'74 with CSN&Y. The opening acts were (first) Jesse Colin Young and (second) The Band. How the hell can that be almost 32 years ago?

I wanna live with the cinnamon girl we can be happy the rest of my life with the cinnamon girl.

still shot of Joaquin Pheonix in Gladiator II ?

gotta be carefull about lightin' those farts while in drag and on roller skates.

In addition to my order of oysters on the half-shell, I'll have some titties in a mesh half-shirt... female, please.

Love 'em.

Who says bolts are for pussies?

Delivered in a high-colonic.

Sticking your tongue out in a spiteful jeer is a juvenile exhibition. But, in this case, it's clear to see you're kidding around.

I've placed alot of the bolts (and hangers) portrayed in the upper right corner. The product in the lowest image I believe to be a dolt... even if Alpinfox has drilled and inserted it.

I'm sending the Brute Squad after your fugitive hide.

I have a pork stick.

yep, the one in Colorado. Now pay me the toll you tresspassing fuck. A beer will suffice.

I confess I led a climb of the bucking horse neon sign atop the Cowboy Bar in Pinedale Wyoming during the Mountain Man Rendezvous in August of '78. My partner clumsily kicked out most of the neon tubes while following resulting in over $5,000 of damages to the sign. After a stand-off with the gun-toting owner and two of his knife-wielding bouncers, the owner forgave us our debt and asked us to have a good time without damaging his establishment while continuing to buy his Myers Dark Rum and Cuervo 1800.