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Now that's some smart thinking.

Question from Howard Stern: Who installed your breasts?

1) Unable to figure out how to use birth control in her mid forties. 2) Unable to teach her daughter the same. In other words, the perfect GOP pick for second in command; a fucking moron.

I like Dawg's suggestion of sporting, oh wait, he would never 'sport'....outfitting yourself with matching "tre-bark" slings and lycra outfit (available at Cabela's) to minimize visual impact. "Dawg, is that you or just another tree standing in front of that tree?" With enough customer feedback, Cabelas might even come out with tre-granite lycra and matching post-it style 'bolt flaps' to chamoflage these intrusive metallic monstrosities. Get on it, Dawg! Yes, folks, clever Dawg's found yet another way to remain practically invisible.

I'd sling Palin to a tree, drill her, then bolt. BTW, slings around trees in popular areas can severely damage the cambium layer and eventually kill it. Keep the bolts for the tree's sake.

What's a Pakistan?

STFU and watch my new slideshow, bitches. You'll need the sound on. Sweet Motion: North American Alpinism in 2008

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Lie of the year. I'm the smartest guy on this forum. Just ask me.

You're about as vile as it gets. And a DNC activist too. Can't imagine why anyone would vote Republican. what do you expect from a hate-filled person with no purpose in life? We know his real name. How 'bout we link his bile here to an email and send it to the state D-party HQ? Might cost him that (fantasy-only) delegate job he likes to brag about. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Harpoon me, my bronzed Nanook!"

"Why won't anyone talk to me." Hey Tvashtar, I've heard a bit about you from my good pal the ASS MAN. I was watching CNN last night, and this clip about the sea kayaker guy who's been paddling to the sea ice came on. Apparently (which I think we all knew already) the arctic sea ice is disappearing faster than scientists thought. So I think you are probably right on about polar bears heading into the ocean depths if we don't do something.... That's oil, not water, you idiot. Get the sight gag or STFU. Jebus, you're as dumb as a biopsy of one of KKK's anal fissures.

"Fuck me hard with that big reindeer sausage and suck on my nanny state tits before I throw your drowned carcass over the couch, Mr. Pole-her-bare!"

You're about as vile as it gets. And a DNC activist too. Can't imagine why anyone would vote Republican. Mongoloidism, perhaps?

"Why won't anyone talk to me."

I enter dressed in a polar bear suit, ostensibly to repair the television, and drill Palin's ANWR sled doggy style. Just thought I'd simplify the plot a bit...

Lay off the pit bulls and this won't happen.

Governor Palin, why do you want to kill me?

Ah, passing our "wealth" to future generations! Yeah, vote for Obama - so he can spend even MORE of our kids' money, while f-ing up the rest of the country. Ask your kids about where they got all that money. Parents: The Anti-Drug.

Bristol didn't have much experience, and she got the job done.

As for Bristol, well, um, I'm probably the father. Did I omit that from my TR? Not to worry; the consent age in Alaska is, like, 9. I fucked the lights out of Mom, too, but the mongoloid kid...definitely not mine. I practiced abstinence, which is 99.99999999999... effective. I.e, anal only. And what, do I get to meet the next 2nd place finisher for the presidency? No. Some boy toy does. Fuckin' RNC.

If you believe I have no scruples, then you are simply unable to see them. They're obvious. But who really gives a shit? If you want to see what I truly value, although I can't imagine why that would be a priority, the climbing forum would be a better place to look. And I have ridden a cow, ableit plutonically, but without consent, seated backwards, as a 9 year old. That's something you try only once. In a year where I learned alot about the world, this lesson was indelibly implanted at the shining top of the pyramid directly through my kidneys the moment they the took in the rocking horse rusting in our back field like a prize figher's full body uppercut. It wasn't the impact that drove the point home, really, but more the zero gravity anticipation of near sideways impalement by a very blunt object which, as if so choreographed, secondarily ejected my into the side of the barn and into a thicket of waist high thistles.

Now the checkers joke...THAT was a clean turd pulled from a septic tank.

Hello. My name is Fairweather, and I'm anti-Mexican crime. Uh...OK.