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Stop talking to me. You're just another enabler.

This time it's for real.

Good night again.

Wait, that's Porter's line.

So lonely.

I even said he could ride his bike. Nothing. Test pattern. Static.

Why won't anyone climb Mailbox Peak with me? Is it me? Am I coming on too strong? Too clingy? I get so involved.

Good night.

Show someone a little love and they run.

Will I receive a restraining order soon? That always seems to happen....

Why won't Pope talk to me anymore? Was it...something I said?

Good. Now all we need is a trebauchet and we can lay seige to a city.

John and Marcus don't need to climb El Cap anymore; they just move it out of the way.

Anyone know where I can get one of those big hoisting cradles they use for orcas and horses and shit?

Perhaps if I used an engine hoist....

On second thought, maybe I can't bench press Minx.

Crossfit's getting really big in Mexico. Don't ask Archenemy. She charges, like, $220, but you get some free used gear.

Meanwhile, tuck into a box of Krispy Kremes. It'll help your decision making.

I'm getting tired of fixing your posts, Little Lotta.

pickled eggs? No Pink, the correct answer is "IF MY BOY SAYS HE CAN EAT 50 EGGS THEN MY BOY CAN EAT 50 EGGS" I'm just glad John Frieh and Marcus are too busy working out and climbing to be posting - cause I understand that they are so damn tough right now from doing crossfit that they can just LOOK at a beer bottle and open it. I here they're so tough from crossfit that they don't even rap off anymore, they just jump and land on their huge nutsacks like the Mars probes.

There, that's bet...oh, Jebus, that just ain't right....

We don't worry about avalanches. We ARE the avalanche.

Fat fucks rule. Sure, packing a ship's hawser instead of a normal climbing rope takes a bit more work, but we're used to it.

I prefer to think of myself as phat.

Talk to me Peter. Tell me you love me.