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Of course you did. Remember, moderation in everything, else ya might go blind.

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Fucking server crash. I posted MY FIRST TR EVER!! and it got lost. For those of you who missed the nekkid pics of The Squid In Action, too fucking bad. For those blessed with the vision, don't be afraid to dream. Dream big.

fatwa-bad. Lakshmi- good.

oooh, ooooh, I can do weekeday mornings! Can I play?

In case you were wondering. Aries: (March 21—April 19) You’re a true role model for young people, the way you’ve achieved financial success and remained active in your community while masturbating pretty much constantly. Taurus: (April. 20—May 20) Despite the urgent need for the million-person interstellar starliner you designed, you’ll hide your blueprints, because you can’t think of a million people you could stand being with on a trip that long. Gemini: (May 21—June 21) It’s been three months since you’ve been hit by a bus, but the law of averages catches up with you this week, when you win free tickets to the Annual Greyhound Operators’ Dozen-Coach Rodeo. Cancer: (June 22—July 22) You might have been speaking entirely in jest, but those abductors would not have taken your wife if you hadn’t had the manners to add “please.” Leo: (July 23—Aug. 22) Technically, “filibusters” can only take place on the congressional floor. All you’re doing is keeping that poor waiter from attending to his other tables. Virgo: (Aug. 23—Sept. 22) Your friends have always referred to you as having an “old soul,” but your soul is nothing compared to your arteries. Libra: (Sept. 23—Oct. 23) Despite changing your number a dozen times, you’ll continue to get late-night phone calls from Owen warning you not to come sniffin’ around his women. Scorpio: (Oct. 24—Nov. 21) You will soon be renowned throughout the land as Furious Nine-Mile-Reach Fist, a name that sounds cool but will actually turn out to be a handicap in your job as a suburban realtor. Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21) You’ve always lived by the words of your father, who said, “Even if you’re only a ditch digger, you should be the best damn ditch digger you can be.” Well, good job, you fucking ditch digger. Capricorn: (Dec. 22—Jan. 19) You’ll be a very sought-after sports-page interview when the Minnesota Vikings demand that their new stadium include your head on a post at the main entrance. Aquarius: (Jan. 20—Feb. 18) You always suspected that no one would attend your funeral, but due to a rare coma-like neurological condition, you’ll actually be able to see all the empty pews. Pisces: (Feb. 19—March 20) You’re offered the chance to serve as “the most dangerous game” for a billionaire sportsman, but it’s canceled after he finds a tiger that has been trained to work a rocket launcher.

B.S! It still works for me

It's where you put one of these before sharing with friends.

Have fun storming the castle, kids. Don't come running to me when you need bail.

Good call, crash! I'm heading back to the squidcave to design a new, comtemporary engagement ring. It will be edible, thereby forever ending the tired 'give-it-back-or-not' debate. It will taste like crow.

Let's not discount the potential thrill of having your wrist snapped in half.

Archenemy's not missing a beat today.

Gary, is there a story behind why you're looking at ads for rings?

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I am looking for climbing partners (alpine prefered). I will climb with just about anyone, but single gals should note: Yes I am a guy and no I don't want to date you unless you climb 5.12, WI 5+, boat class V, do backflips on a wakeboard, drop 40 foot cliffs on skis, and understand general relativity. I prefer millionaires.

"Our mutual friend" recalls an oversized Dilbert sitting with Kyle McLaughlin. It was memorable, to hear him tell it. You don't see stars like that every day.

Best TR of the weekend. from Canadia, anyway.

uh, errr. ah. I think 'my friend' is still hungover. My ID is strictly hypothetical, and based completely on second-hand reporting of events. To which I was not a party.

hmm, fascinating, Dr. Oly. I thought we'd narrowed the options down to 'femmemullet' and 'feathermullet'- perhaps even a rare (unknown?) hybrid of the two. My ID of the species is not positive, and was definitely confused by the presence of the super-sized Dilbert and (drag) Kyle McLaughlin.

<cough, cough> Damnit, OC, my opus is 'Me & Bobby McGee.' Or it was, until Kyle McLaughlin went and ruined it for everyone.

Resistance training would be useful. Generally this means lifting weights, but a rigorous yoga program would also work. But honestly, technique is what's keeping you from the 5.10 stuff (unless you're some off-the-bell-curve freak). But lifting weights would still be useful, if only for the boost in confidence.

Farrah on a friday night. mmmm, Farrah.

That's cruel! Epilady.

heck, if i wanted romance I'd do the crack routes under the aqueduct then nod out at the Lusty Lady