Johnny_Tuff

Word. If you want light, go pilsner...perhaps a nice Pilsner Urquell. Good for cutting through those summertime barbecue foods, or some sheisty manual labor. In other beer news, Anderson Valley's Boont Amber is MM-MMM-MMMM tasty.

You mean these guys? Shit, I thought they only made sweet outdoorsy-wear. Haven't seen any of their fueling stations around here, though. Are you sure they're not just Canadian?

There was a hilarious (unintentionally, natch) letter to the Willamette Week last week from a peak oil denier, wherein the fellow first proclaimed that due to market forces, better technology, etc., the planet would "never run out of oil," and then later stated that oil from sand and shale would last for "centuries." Apparently he meant that the planet would never run out of oil while he was still living on it. I hope people like that get reincarnated as gas-huffing gas station attendants in whatever year the oil runs out. Shortsighted is right. Speaking of alternative means of transportation, those of us who are fair-weather cyclists should be back on the pedals soon...beautiful day in PDX today! Bye-bye, TriMet and your smelly ridership, densely packed confines, and occasionally inconvenient schedules; hello quads, calves, passing backed-up traffic, and cardio fitness!

It's probably one of those deals where you think your employer is onto you, so you decide it would be for the better if you never post at cc.com again, which you don't, for about 24 hours. Then, you sneak a peek, and someone's talking shit about you in your thread, and you come back with a vengeance.

Logjammin'

Don't be fatuous, Jeffery!

Tuff Gets Ill, F'real!

Comical jealousy/"deep" elementary-school philosophy. Who gives a fuck if someone else bought new gear? Fucking shut up and climb, and leave your sour grapes at home.

What? Where?

Whoooaaaahhhh...nice crossover to this thread!

I pull down way harder than you.

How did you know how I learn?!

Not to be confused with the perfectly proper "wallette" that stylishly ensconces a group of Orbit gum units.

Just because you can ski, doesn't mean you can execute squats with better-than-good form, or drag an 80-pound sled 'til you puke. Another night on the porch, pitiful supplicant!

OK, you want to kick out Mexicans, but you are upset at being called on it. Mirror?

What is that supposed to mean, Mr. White America?

I volunteer your head. Block, trap the leg, hammer fist to the groin, spear hand to the throat, destabilize and drop you on your ass, side snap kick to the head, see ya later.

EWWWW...looks hella creepy. What is it, exactly? Looks like some kind of cross between Disneyland, a retirement community, and a concentration camp.

Probably for some dope new kicks, yo.

Squamish, maybe?

Gah! No more geekism! Nobody wants to see how they make the sausage, damnit!