Dechristo

Cage match.

prove it She wears a diaper on her head; she'snotsnotty-trained.

He's a wealthy, self-important, old man. They tend to blow hard.

That's the future (at that time) Mrs. Quincy Jones on the right.

I have intelligent retardation

Drink this in remembrance of me.

Gravity is dead.

I fucking hate people that hate people who hate negativity.

It's a little known fact that one of the Mayan and Tibetan names for God is best translated as "Gravity".

I hate negativity.

C'mon, ScottP, slake his thirst for an answer.

Yes, it does. I wasn't responding to you, but since you've elucidated your assumption, I'll acknowledge (and agree with) your assessment of my inanity.

Last Sunday as I stood at the top of the east face gully of Kaleetan, a pair of climbers appeared from the south. After the usual greeting, the woman asked if I was alone. After I responded that I was, she asked if I had water. The familiarity you discerned in her question may have stemmed from the comraderie many automatically ascribe to interactions with others in remote settings. No big whup.

He's holding his navel. Tummy ache?

Which is Maori for "it's fuckin' cold up there!".

He's the one playing with his software.

Nurse half-a-dozen kids for a year or two each (while on belay) and you'll shed your dubiousness.

It'd be cheaper to dope 8,000 into a stupor.

Sounds like a drunk trying to pronounce "scissors".

I think she was asking him if he had enough water, not milk. Maybe she wanted to lighten her load. I've heard women climbers are evolving nipples that more closely emulate bite valves.

Knotzen looks like Walter Brennan's twin!

Different

You're kidding, right? Our society gives generously to "the homeless". An audit in Denver recently revealed that some panhandlers with "homeless" signs take in over $400 a day. Our society, on balance, is more sympathetic to their plight than is often portrayed.

Never heard that euphemism for scrotum before. Thanks. Let me try it: My apple cup is draggin'. That's about as welcome as a swift kick in the apple cup. If you were dyin' of thirst, I wouldn't give you the sweat off my apple cup. I'll save it for talking to my Grandmother... she'll probably kick me in the apple cup (again).

I ran out of gorp