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Of a sort, but bots are created by the fairly intelligent. One can assume from an overwhelming body of data that Kevbone was not. I'd say he's more a byproduct of an age where even a severed brain stem can use a computer.

Kevbone finds refuge in a tiny universe of repetitious, autonomic responses. It comforts him to know that, at least in one part of the galaxy, things will always stay the same. He calls it 'good spray'. Kind of like an infant who squeals with delight when an adult slaps his own face over, and over, and over. He weighs in on every thread with one of his 3 or 4 standard comments (presumably on a random basis...one wouldn't attribute any higher level of planning here), receives one of 4 or 6 standard responses, liqui-poos his diaper, and repeats.

Yer either killin or fuckin. Can't do both. Cuz if you do, you git yer own task force named after ya.

But this thread isn't about the tiny knot of under-oxygenated neurons that is Kevbone. It's about me. Me and my chili mac.

A tiny, hard marble of poo just rolled in, presumably from a blown out pair of whitey tighties.

Check that. Considering who my partner is, it'll be all chili mac, all the time.

I may keep chili mac in reserve in case my partner becomes unruly.

Just one of my upcoming photos will make you fall through your own gaping asshole.

I'm going on a really fucking cool climb and (most of) you fucksticks aren't.

Government policies should penalize people who have children anyway, not subsidize them. Hello? 6.5 billion? Fucking enough already. But family values have nothing to do with supporting 'working families', and everything to do with hating gays and those who refuse to join The Cult.

Seems to me that the more an elected official gets laid, the less likely they are to want to purchase large, expensive weapons systems with my money. Kinda works that way on an individual basis, anyway. The bigger the gun...

Apples and oranges. Fuckin everything you can outrun has absolutely nothing to do with job performance, and every job, government or not, requires some form of integrity. Like spraying while getting paid to work, for example.

You see onathem perty lil pieces a mountain trash with her skirt hiked up so that warm river water rushes through just the right spot between her hungry legs and your gonna forget all about your fat old wife, too. A man kin only take so much....

That's super double plus dot com secret (in case we fail, then we never went there). I'll PM you.

Do you have a grigri I can borrow for 2 days?

And when I have one, I will.

I'd like to weigh in with my opinion on all of this.

New condition, w/ air bags. PM if interested.

New Condition. FAST. 20" x 20', 45 lbs. $1995 PM if interested.

It is kind of amusing how gym rats and pure craggers never fail to pump up the "Cheating Death!" aspect of the sport more than any other type of climber, presumably to win the admiration of the Laymen population out there, cuz it's kind of a standing joke within the climbing community. Then again, these idiots still manage to die in the damn near climate controlled lab environment that is a cragging area, so I suppose there is some legitimacy to it. Well, having said that, I've got to spray paint that giant Death's Head on my crashpad. Later.

I'd be more inclined to do the N ridge next attempt. Those gulleys make me gittery...especially when they still have big snow patches in them. Maybe next year with a repaired road and a mountain bike for the first 2 miles of easy trail.

Yeah, we heard/saw about 5 major avalanches blow down the Price...probably not your best option right now (or ever, in my view), unless you're doing it for the life insurance payout.

What does that have to do with anything? It grants him the moral authority to tell anyone what to do and how to do it. "Hey Halibut, fetch me another beer wench!" or maybe that's, "Hey Halibut, fetch me another beer, wench!" a moral authority weighted by the moral ballast of his favorite forum. In any other usniverse, he would simply be another chat room tool.

I second the "who fucking cares?"

Or not.