Mr_Phil

Of course, gas was $0.35 cents a gallon back in 1970. It's practically doubled, since.

Why do you believe this film is not just propaganda?

A Monorail?!? Not in my neighborhood!

No, it's about kissing lesbians.

Again?

Gross.

No, it's the Gig Harbour Security cam.

President of the Hair Club for Men.

I'm sure it is as fair and balanced as the average Michael Moore documentary. [Who, by the way, could stand to push himself away from the table a little more often.]

Gawd, you're dense.

And it's a damn fine rule.

It's per capita, pinhead.

Top Ten Metro Areas by Per Capita Auto Theft Rate Las Vegas/Paradise, Nev. Stockton, Calif Visalia/Porterville, Calif. Phoenix/Mesa/Scottsdale, Ariz. Modesto, Calif. Seattle/Tacoma/Bellevue, Wash. Sacramento/Arden-Arcade/Roseville, Calif. Fresno, Calif. Yakima, Wash. Tucson, Ariz.

Then there's fuckin' man tits. But that's just gross.

...but they were still less adventures into the unknown that the Becky route? Ya mean that route at the Feathers? Adventure into the unknown? Just follow the bolts.

If it wasn't for date rape, I'd never get laid. - Sublime

Rumor has it of a Squid sighting.

What the hell does that mean?

What about bolting? Where should bolting be allowed and where should it not?

Fuck, yes. Orgasm, no.

Free hanging rope: Frog Feet on rock, straight up: Two jugs Cleaning a traversing pitch: Jug and Grigri Climbing back up to highpoint after falling: Jug and Grigri

Borrow other folk's gear and buy what you like.

Fingernails are aid.

Because being ill sucks, so you might as well get paid for it. Besides, sick days are for playing hooky from work.