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"Fatal Mountaineer," by Robert Roper, about Willi Unsoeld. A free climbing book I got when working at Amazon.com. Not the best, but it's a climbing book.

I come home in the morning light, My mother says "When you gonna live your life right?" Oh,mother,dear, We're not the fortunate ones, And girlies, They wanna have fu-un. Oh,girlies, Just wanna go climbing. The phone rings in the middle of the night, My father yells "What you gonna do with your life?" Oh,daddy,dear, You know you're still number one, But girlies, They wanna have fu-un, Oh,girlies,just wanna have That's all they really want..... To climb.... When the working day is done, Oh,girlies, They wanna go climbing, Oh,girlies, Just wanna have fun.... Girlies, They want, Wanna have fun. Girlies, Wanna have fun.

I don't think men are allowed to talk about these things. I'm afraid I'll have to ask a moderator to step in.

That's because all of the drivers with SAD stayed home in bed.

Bottles of beer on the wall.

It all began in the room with the purple wall.

It was a dark and stormy night... And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even my louse.

So, I'm home, and no longer bored (well, sorta not bored), so we can tie up this thread.

That's about the best segue into sexual innuendo I've ever seen.

Hey, I saw that.

Now, my pretties, I have successfully used you to entertain me for the last hour of work. You are like putty in my hands, like bubble gum in my mouth. Now, I spit you out (pttooi!), and take my leave. Ta ta!

Funny how?

graemlin? contextualized? What sophisticated words!

Whatever makes your boat float.

That way you don't get your hands dirty! Oh yeah! Seems like I've heard that somewhere before...

Voyeur.

But if you direct it at me, I'll have to

For you? Anything.

It's not like you'll be able to talk back. Dude.

I just like to keep my hands clean, that's all.

I'm sorry I didn't communicate clearly. (I'm a climber, after all.) I was suggesting someone start a fight with *someone else*, so I could be entertained by watching it.

OK, so that's a joke. Next?

The only "interviews" you'll get involve kneepads. Hey, don't talk to me like I'm a slutzen.