Dechristo

I've no desire to visit Florida. In high school days, when carloads of friends sojourned south for spring break, I prefered a punishing frame-pack and a wonder wander in wilderness. Too late I discovered this addiction to be a gateway to the horrors of alpinism. Still, why would anyone choose to lay naked in the warm sun, light breezes caressing the body while rhythmic ocean waves pacify and lull one to doze when they could choose to endure interminable suffering with mortal danger as a constant companion? I just don't understand it.

...and stop kissing ass.

I chop down trees I wear high heels A girdle and a bra ha I wish I were a girlie Just like my dear Pa Pa ha

My bowels are born again whenever I take his communion.

I'd pay to see this fight.

Best monitor your own pie hole.

I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok...

Michael Layton aka Dan Brown.

Butter makes everything better, even silicone drums. Spread it liberally.

I tried to get my Mom to do mushrooms back in '73. Instead, she got into real estate. I rue my failed attempt. Oh, the humanity.

I love Christmas Carols.

You guys seem obsessed with "the land down under".

I took a fall yesterday and cracked a rib. I experience a lot of pain when I laugh so, in an effort to ease my suffering, I'm visiting the pastoral confines of CC.com.

A connotation of the modern lexicon.

butter makes everything good. Spread it liberally.

I reely think heez a good riter.

buns are gad. gun is sood.

Soon, Jon will be found hiding in a spider hole.

Kinnay! If any of 'em were striving for a non-partial objective headline it'd read, "Heavy Snowfall Buggers Those At High-Altitude With Construction Schedules - Project Managers Form Posse To Bitch-Slap Mother Nature".

I can vouch for the ease with which frostbite increases in severity when clothes (footwear) become wet. Jack London had it right in "To Build A Fire". Keep dry. The higher the altitude/colder the climate, the more efficacious are VB socks.

Their nocturnal vocal emissions could lead one to wonder.

"pro-nun-see-eh?-shun"

Yeah, it's cool. It's a "mood helmet". Changes color with my mood. Cold = grey Relaxed = rose Amorous = purple

A proctologist who can't proceed until he has systematically combed, arranged, and counted his patient's crack-hair.