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This post is really corny. Kudos.

Ericb is a pale green pair of pants with nobody inside them.

This thread is dead from unknown causes.

Is "His Mickey" euphemistic as in "his Jimmy"? Clearly you're not following along with this thread. If you were, you'd know what 'Mickey' refers to. Yep....you've got 35 pages to wade through you BM sucking troll I don't know, but it sounds like 'Mickey' is becoming part of the CC lexicon. That constant reminder's gotta hurt.

I believe it's called treason.

It's unrealistic to expect anything more from someone that hides behind the veil of an avatar. How cool to have the microcosm that is CC.com to spew hate and offensive material without apparent consequence. I guess we can take solace in the fact that the venting TTK does on this site likely takes the edge off his actions in the real world. Of course I'd bet he doesn't have the sack to do it out there. Oh, as anyone who knows me will attest, I assure you I do. Besides, there's nothing hateful in this or any other of my posts. If you feel hate or offense, Look Inward, Angel. It's called 'projection'. Interesting comment from someone who doesn't know me. More like something KKK would come up with. True enough...I don't know you....your first name, where you live (city or state), nothing. For all I know you are the inflammatory avatar of an actual climber on this site - which acutally makes sense seing as how I've never seen you mention anything of climbing in your posts. You say you've never played video games, but I would contend this site is your video game. Your little fantasy world where you can think of yourself as admired, funny, intelligent, brave.... Some people have Halo, you've got CC.com. Gosh, that really hurts. But it is flattering that you want to get to know me better. I'm new, but I've posted a few TRs on this site, you just haven't read them. As for my anonymity, I've gone climbing and had beers with other folks here, and plan to meet and climb with more, so I really don't know what your point is. Perhaps you don't, either. As for what I think of myself, or whether I'm admired, you might be the only one here who cares. In the end, the audience decides. And I'm sorry that I'm funnier, braver, and more intelligent than you. Blame God for that.

Damn. I just drooled into my keyboard again.

Discuss.

Anyone want a five year old French Brittany? Super friendly, great family dog. Oh, and inquisitive.

Woke up yesterday and headed downstairs to the kitchen. About 10 feet from the entrance I began to smell natural gas. By the time I reached the kitchen, my eyes were burning it was so thick. One of the burner controls was on medium high, unlit. I don't know how long it had been on, perhaps most of the night. After ventilating the place I reasoned that the dog must have jumped up on the stove to get a whiff of frying pan or something, and turned the knob in the process. One strike against pilotless stoves...and homicidal dogs. It would have sucked to wake up 60 feet in the air and on fire.

sweet! a date! You'll be flying to New York all expenses paid to take in the Natural History Museums new exhibit on the evolution of man. This won't apply to Seahawks, of course, who might feel more at home in the microbe section. After that Seahawks will spirit you away to the New Life Church, where you'll enjoy a lecture on the pre-marital celibacy and a woman's role in the family.

I don't know about Raisin Bran. I suppose if you like the feeling of having a tunnel boring machine trying to make it's way out of your abdomen via the quickest possible route, go for it. And don't even think of coffee, unless you enjoy having breakfast on the shitter. You just can't run that fast.

I bought some Westbrae Amaranth (secret grain of the Inca) Flakes once. They literally tasted like blown insulation. THE worst breakfast I've ever had. I wrote a letter to them stating as much and they sent me a free sample pack of some of their other products, including some cookies that were great. One word: Alphabets.

I don't know about you, but I don't crave raw fish on climbs. Plus sandals suck on glaciers. Its called 'sushi'. By all acccounts, the wine Jesus conjured up was among the best anyone had tasted. So I bet He makes up a damn fine sushi. Also, since Jesus can walk on water, sandals on a glacier would be no problem. I think Jesus would make a great climbing partner. As long as He shares His Mickey on the bivy. Well, I guess he's omnipotent, so...hey. That WOULD rock. A little pu pu platter and a mai tai for the summit? Oh yeah. As long as Jesus didn't insist that everyone wear sandals (as he occasionally did), I'd be down with that.

I don't know. I used to occasionally hang out with a bunch of tards (my ex volunteered for the Ski-for-All program, and I helped out sometimes. The tards I met were comfortable with who they were and wanted pity from no one. Some required assistance, some led remarkably independent lives and were proud of it. The Ski for All staff didn't walk on egg shells around them. They treated them like who they were; ski racers and friends. Lots of the racers had excellent senses of humor, and took both give a take a potshot. OK, there was the cautionary comments about not masterbating in the lift line, and occasionally a ski racer had to be reminded that it was time to stop making snow angels and actually race, but all in all the relationship wasn't that much different than it is between all of us here. Do we walk on eggshells around each other? I think not.

I don't know about you, but I don't crave raw fish on climbs. Plus sandals suck on glaciers.

You have to love someone before you can truly hate them. Love and hate. Black and White. Welcome to Christianity's most suppressive incarnation. I think certain Christians crave hatred. It's us against the world; the hero/martyr hormone at work. I take people as they come, one at a time, and can't remember the last time I hated anyone. Why waste the energy? There is one thing I hate, though. Ignorance; both others' and my own.

It's unrealistic to expect anything more from someone that hides behind the veil of an avatar. How cool to have the microcosm that is CC.com to spew hate and offensive material without apparent consequence. I guess we can take solace in the fact that the venting TTK does on this site likely takes the edge off his actions in the real world. Of course I'd bet he doesn't have the sack to do it out there. Oh, as anyone who knows me will attest, I assure you I do. Besides, there's nothing hateful in this or any other of my posts. If you feel hate or offense, Look Inward, Angel. It's called 'projection'. Interesting comment from someone who doesn't know me. More like something KKK would come up with.

But what about the Mohammed cartoons? Would posting THOSE be OK? Cause he's just some towel headed heathen right? Go ahead Dru, and while you're at it, post your address as well Actually, there is a site that posts every offensive and non-offensive depiction of Mohammed known to date. I used it to design my holloween costume this year (I was the Moj, my wife was JC). Google images finds it quickly. He also posts his best hate mail, which, as you can imagine, involve a number of imaginative threats.

Save yer preachin for your congregation, Rev. Your wasting your breath here. You're especially wasting your breath preaching to an Irishmen (yes, Tvashtar is an celtic name) who was born with the "go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut" gene. And BTW, that's the LEAST offensive depiction of the Last Supper on my computer. Would you like me to include the one with the strippers? In any case, there is absolutely nothing offensive about anyone, including the Drol Susej, knocking back a few Mickeys, a little Gentleman Jack, and enjoying some bong hits. Jebus was a man, and a political revolutionary who hung out with other spirited, like minded folks. If I replaced the Mickeys (OK, I'd be offended too if I went to a party and that's all they had) with 'sacramental wine' would that be OK? Or had him chewing Qat, which is a common intoxicant for that region? JC most certainly hung out with his friends, got high using the means of the day, and shot the shit until the wee hours, just like any other revolutionary figure. And he most certainly enjoyed the company of women, who must have flocked to him like a rockstar. Why the humanity of this self proclaimed human is offensive to your kind is something I'll never, nor would I care to, understand. I'm also baffled that you find the need to comment on my relatively mild cartoon, yet "eat my cum encrusted underwear" type comments go unaddressed. I suppose "eat Jesus' cum encrusted loincloth" might have produced a response. Who's to know? So far, you're the only one whose gravely offended here by such notions. Well, you and Seahawks, but his IQ is lower than his hat size. This aint' the New Life Church sight, in case you haven't noticed. Are there Christians here? Of course there are. The beauty of this site is that it represents a meeting of uncensored minds. I realize that this may go against the grain of Christian self censorship that you're apparently more comfortable with, but it is sites like these, not the (few) circle jerk Christian sites I've briefly lurked on, that represent a meeting place for real and often really stupid ideas. Add to that some of the worst puns in history and a smattering of drunken dwarf images and you've got some pretty decent reality entertainment. So quit with the 'reverent' and 'appropriate' crap. If you want that, try the Boy Scouts.

We're comin' for ya, CP. An army of child eating, self-hating atheists. By the time we're finished with the Tricycle Cities, you won't be able to see the endless horizons of dead grass for all the uber hip coffee shops and porn arcades.

Depends on what kind of rock. I dont know about out there, but its common ethic not to dry tool on established rock climbs. And when possible, climb in rockshoes to minimize any scarring. Is it possible that someone down the road would want to establish a climb on the now scarred rock? Just asking! This is a pretty stupid question. You're asking folks to predict the future with certaintly. Is it possible? Of course it's *possible*. No, it's not possible. We're impossible. Everything's impossible.

Squeezing controversy and even vitriole out of an issue like this takes a level of talent I didn't think was present, even here. I'm impressed. KKK is finally revealing that soft chewy center he's been hiding through his touching compassion for a dead billionairess former Playmate of the Year turned serial mother. Go easy on him. Nurture it. After all, next week it could be Pamela Anderson.

If you don't like the forum, don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out, amigo. You won't be missed.

What, you don't like birthday parties?