Dechristo

Do you think they wanted to talk about sanctioned drug use in the military to a bunch of high school students? Might increase volunteerism.

I'm picturing alpineknt in my mind... ok, ...it's blue... and pursed...

They must counteract the sedative effects of donuts.

I wish I could get that much satisfaction from it.

Is BC looking for master carpenters?

Olyclimber will do that to ya! Was Alpinfox looking down at an aspect of his anatomy when he uttered his lament of pain?

he's a dedicated spelunker.

pp 8: peepee ate

I'd be careful with that company. If you file too many claims, they'll affix a cage over your head and fill it with flesh-eating rats.

Thanks for the rendering of your painful turned pleasurable story... enjoyable. Although, this phrase bothers me - "...I finally got hold of the nut and, with my hand trembling like a nervous bridegroom..."

My local microbrewery's stout (9.9%) or, in winter, their Wee Heavy Lassie (11.4%).

Talk to your insurance agent and ask surreptitiously, "hey, I've got this friend that's the same age as me, has the same driving record, drives the exact same car, and has the same policy. Amazing, huh? And, well, how much would his rates go up if he had just a minor fender bender and put in a claim for $2,500 damage?" I'm tight with my insurance agent and don't need to stoop to subterfuge.

Man, there's several phrases I've grown to hate hearing: When belaying from below - "watch yourself, man, I think I might shit myself here" followed shortly after by a warning of "SHIIIIT!" When on the crux of an 11b, fifteen feet above my last piece and twenty-seven feet above a protruding ledge, my belayer says, "hey dude, can you like stay put for a minute, I don't think I'm usin' this GriGri right..." or, somebody I hooked-up with to do a climb after she tells of the .10's she's led, then, makes extravagant excuses involving her boobs constantly wanting to fall out of her top to explain why she can't follow on a .7 I hate hearing all of those bits.

Psssst, Saymore, there's a little still dripping from your chin.

dynamo hum dynamo hum where's this dynamo cummin' from I done spent ten dollars and I ain't got a crum from the dynamo dynamo dynamo dynamo hum

"As Granny sat under her tree, she pondered why the 'BUMP' sign held her in such poignant sway; not knowing, in ten seconds, that word would mark and describe her last earthly moment to a motorist."

another cruel to be kind scenario. But, you forgot to ask Gary to try asking himself "Why do feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered. Why do I feel the need to be so self-centered?"

hairless snaffles are unnatural-looking. Had a girlfriend go to the effort once. The new growth was pokey and abrasive; gave me a rug burn where I'd never had before.

Fear of getting an ass-kickin' in the after-life has always been a behavioral determinent for mankind. The prospect of a Monty Python ass-kickin' in the afterlife must be of special intimidation to all who fear they're a twit... ...not that I worry.

Get ready, you'll see crazier things. In the mirror, for one, if you live long enough.

And who would argue? Not me.

Bad Ranger

My DVD shopping alternative would require a 230 mile trip.

Ask Santa

Heck, I didn't want to know what was in my vitamin C--or how my body reacts to it. Now you're stuck with all that nasty red dye.