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They're on to you, FW

Whatever you want to call it, Tubs. After all, it's your midsection.

Churches that enjoy state support through their tax exempt status should appropriately be forced to give up their anti-gay disciminatory doctrines and practices, just as they were forced to give up their racial discimination during the civil rights era. In several of the court cases I alluded to, churches who disciminated against gays regarding the use of their public facilities for weddings appropriately lost their tax exempt status. In effect, churches that wish to hold on to a doctrine that violates the equal protection clause of the Constitution, as well as many state anti-discrimination laws, should lose their tax exempt status and become private, members only clubs. Otherwise, the state is complicit in a churche's disciminatory practices, in clear violation of the Constitution's equal protection clause. The establishment clause was never meant to give religion carte blanch to violate the fundamental civil rights of its members. It has limitations, as it should. Non profit status may be appropriate for some churches, who, after all, occasionally perform good works and do not exist to make a profit (which, in so many cases, is complete and utter bullshit, but that's another issue), but only those who agree to comply with the highest law of the land.

If you're the party that sank the pin with the long black runner just below the crux, you deserve a big thanks from the rest of us. We incorrectly assumed that the snow ramps beteween each step would absorb some of the spindrift and ice chunks. Um...no. I haven't heard about an accident on SNS. Where did you hear about it?

Whatever you say, Little Lotta.

That gives "ass babies" a whole new meaning. I wouldn't take a knife to me if I were you. Cut any part off and it just grows into a whole new Tvashtar.

Some of Gene’s shots of Ham and Eggs. We didn’t get too many…one look at the weather explains why. The author on Ham and Eggs Ham and Eggs

Gene took some nice shots. Here are some of them. The author traversing under the bulge (E Rdg of Francis) The author on the upper E Rdg of Francis The author on the summit of Franics, with Foraker behind. Descending the E Rdg of Francis The author on the first pitch of Minimoonflower The author on Minimoonflower

More cushion for the shushin'

tons of shun

Son of KKK It's impossible to ignore a fat fuck. We occupy too much of the time/space continuum.

I'm a silicone based life form. My poo contains no carbon.

A trip to the dentist might not be a bad idea, either.

Like a moth to a flamer.

likely a size 20++ so...let's hear a NUMBER "Come on, gang, lemme tell you about my diet again... ...guys? Hello? Hey, come back!"

After that trip I just came back from, I'm already there, Mr. Butterman.

My prom dress still fits like a baby blue dream.

Or just ask that nervous looking 4'10" troll about his waistline and see what happens.

Loaf Dumper seems more appropriate somehow. Dump Sluffin works, too.

How was your trip? PM me with some gory details.

It's anal retentives like you who so often wind up as severe anorexics.

Loaf Dumper seems more appropriate somehow.

Mail order a sense of humor, pea brain.

Jesus, when will our little precious primadonna STFU about his waistline already? Do you have a graph of you shrinking dress size, cuz we're all glued to your whiny little mid-life crisis over here. Just accept that you're an aging, pudgy little dwarf (and you will be again quickly enough, once your current binge is over) and be happy about it.

Trip: Skiyaking Prince William Sound - Date: 5/28/2008 Trip Report: In this Text Speak nation of abbreviation, hyphenation, concatenation and excessive verbation, I hesitate to do this, but…Don and I went skiyaking. Now, I know this isn’t a kayaking website, but, since we actually went skiing on this trip, here’s the TR, the last of my Alaska series. After the Alaska Range, Don flew up and met me in Anchorage, where his daughter and her boyfriend were gracious enough to put me up, and give us a ride to and from Whittier, on Prince William Sound. With a ski bag strapped to Don’s deck, we paddled out to Culross Island, where we did our only ski during the 9 day trip. Culross does have some great ski terrain, 2500 feet of relief, and snow right down to the beach. Unfortunately, by the time we summited it was whited out. Skiing Culross Island I carried my 84 cm mini skis and ice climbing boots to keep the airline baggage down. Although we carried them in a ski bag, they also fit inside the hull; perfect for skiyaking. Our trip coincided with the highest tidal variation of the year; 19 feet. The combination of snow to the water line and spring tides made finding dry camps a problem. All the normal beaches were under water sometime between midnight and 3:00 am, depending on the day. As the gentle but relentless tide crept in at up to an inch a minute, we had to move our tents uphill two nights in a row. If you’re wondering what a 19 foot tidal variation looks like…. 19 foot tide (Picturesque Bay). Yes, our tents were under the tarp an hour before. Rain was also an issue, more so because I had a planet killing cold. It rained about 24 inches in 8 days. Basically, it never really stopped. As a result, I didn’t take out my camera very much. Moss reflection (Mink Island) We made our way down Culross passage to the Nellie Juan Glacier. At peak ebb, the upper ice filled lagoon empties with a 5 knot current loaded with icebergs, which march out to sea about 4 miles and promptly melt. We paddled the eddies against this wild phenomenon and into the Nellie Juan ice face itself. Don approaching the Nellie Juan Glacier Waiting for some action from the Nellie Juan Iceberg (Nellie Juan Glacier) Iceberg (Nellie Juan Glacier) Iceberg (Nellie Juan Glacier) Iceberg (Nellie Juan Glacier) After camping near the Nellie Juan and Deep Water Bay, with their beautiful tidal granite, we made our way back to Culross Passage and Long Bay, hoping the Shrode Lake Cabin, about a mile hike in, would be vacant. Long Bay, a narrow inlet surround by steep, snow covered slabs, is one of the few places on earth where you can actually get avalanched while still in your kayak. We had to drag our boats a couple of hundred yards across avalanche debris to ensure that they’d still be there when we got back. Don mushing himself across the avalanche zone above Long Bay The vacant cabin provided some badly needed respite from the constant wet. Staying dry in the Shrode Lake Cabin As our allotted days dwindled in number, the weather refused to break. After two nights we left our beloved cabin and set off for Whittier in the still pouring rain. Conditions where far too rough for a channel crossing, so we made a soggy camp on an small island at the northern mouth of Culross Passage. If the storm didn’t break, it would provide a visible spot from which to hitch back on a passing boat. The next morning was calm, but still rainy. We packed up and started back. By the time we had finished our first channel crossing, the sun had come up. By mid afternoon we were lounging on a slate gravel beach, drying our wet belongings in the warm sunshine. In Alaska, you have to take what you can get and like it. Gear Notes: Kayaks, skis, a good sou'wester, and 4 gallons of Robitussen.