fandango

Damn, she's hot.

I was handing them out in the men's room--where were you?

Wait! No--it's Michael Jackson on ephedra!

This explains the fairly constant stream of rusted-out appliances, old tires, unspeakably stained mattresses, and broken beer bottles that keeps materializing in my bath tub. Would it kill you to put 20 bucks or a ham sandwich there once in a while? Shit, man.

Shit. That guy is skinny. Somebody give 'im a samwich.

Damn! So much for anonymity over the Internet. But what the heck--those are my favorite gals, right there.

Courtesy of craigslist.

Discuss.

Foo? Who's a foo? You a foo?

Are they handing out cups of beer instead of water as you run by? If not, then no. How about if it's green beer?

I thought this site was about climbing mountains--not guys climbing each other.

Ha ha, gotcha.

They go well with beer.

Um, are noobs invited? I like sausage, I swear.

I just did the old beer-out-the-nose trick.

Tastes like chicken.

Real men do wear skirts. What's to discuss?