Scott_J

Very good off white, althought my wife says its actually bull headed, stubborn, obnoxious, and other things.

Never wore nothing but my pants or shorts. Like the boys to hang free and clear. hahahaha

Ya know I felt the same way until I saw a special on 60 min about some of the managers of stores from around the country and their bank accounts and stock plans. Fuckers were millionairs and not on paper like so many of these dot com wankers. I could not believe it. If I had know that I would of kidnapped some Wal-mart managers instead of a high profile ad exec that got me 15 years in the can in fucking MO.

That's because its frozen and thawed. Stream fresh is the best, salmon yummmmmmmmmm. Fresh moose, caribou, grayling, grouse, steelhead smoked, fresh roe dipped in boiling water and then cooled to 35 or so degrees, shooters from way up north, sea weed salad, fresh ahi, ono, mahi mahi, fresh killed wild or organic pig, home raised anything and that includes weed so you know what is in it. Hell in college I used to make my own vodka...stole an entire distillation set up from my organic lab. Eat fresh food, smoke organic weed and make your own alcohol and you will be a healty boy Josh.

This incident happened to a friend of mine in the Mat-Su Valley. Names are not real but the story is. An old farmer, David, gets a telephone call from an upset husband that tells David he is going to kick his ass but good. He seems to have found a couple of pair of underware in his laundry drawer with the name D. ****** written on the inside of the waist band, and he wants to know what in the hell this guy's underware is doing in his drawer. Well, the old farmer tells the young husband that he is 83 years old and has not had sex in a few years because of his prostate but he has a son that goes by that same David Sr. tells the husband not to worry about kicking David Jr's ass because David Sr. might be 83 but he was still the dad and he was going to get to the bottom of this even if he had to do some ass kicking. Well, Dad drives to David Jr. house to confront his son. He tells the boy (32years old) about the underware and the husband etc. David Jr. tells dad that his washing machine has broken down and his wife Sara has been going to the launderette in Palmer to wash their clothes, so this is where he probbly lost his jockies. David was raised in a large Catholic family and this explains the name in the waist band. He just never could shake the old habit of writing his name on socks, tee shirts, underware, etc. End of story David Sr. invites the man and his wife to his house for some good farm cooking with his wife of unteen million years. End result new friends made over mixed up underware.

G-dog, I did not get anything at my email account or a PM here. I will send a PM to see if you get it and I will post here as I am doing now for the world to see. Our friend from the medical services is arriving soon. Will initiate plan ASAP. He has gear here at house and we will be out and about. How are the pit fights between the scorps and the camel spiders? Shit, I could think of a ton of things to do with those critters...information can be plentiful. Send arrival notice via family to me if you can't get in touch with me. I'll post on the PM ASAP. Good job and keep the faith.

This sounds like the same dope that was on McKinley a few years ago with ski pants, real old school crampons, a wind jacket of some sort etc. Park service and some guides finally hauled his ass off the mountain. I think he alos shit in someone's sleeping bag while they were trying to save his ass from freezing to death. You know the old saying god watches over fools and drunkards. Maybe its true cause the good seem to not get many chances.

Timmy, are you trying to tell us something?

2002 Darwin Award Nominee Confirmed True by Darwin (15 June 2002, England) A tree surgeon was lopping branches from a fir tree and throwing them on to a small fire below, when one of the branches became propped against the tree. The tree burst into flames, and the man was found dead on the ground, still wearing his safety harness. Northumbria Police said, "There are no suspicious circumstances. It was a tragic accident." 2002 Darwin Award Nominee Confirmed True by Darwin (15 June 2002, England) A tree surgeon was lopping branches from a fir tree and throwing them on to a small fire below, when one of the branches became propped against the tree. The tree burst into flames, and the man was found dead on the ground, still wearing his safety harness. Northumbria Police said, "There are no suspicious circumstances. It was a tragic accident." 2002 Darwin Award Nominee Confirmed True by Darwin (15 June 2002, England) A tree surgeon was lopping branches from a fir tree and throwing them on to a small fire below, when one of the branches became propped against the tree. The tree burst into flames, and the man was found dead on the ground, still wearing his safety harness. Northumbria Police said, "There are no suspicious circumstances. It was a tragic accident." 2002 Darwin Award Nominee Confirmed True by Darwin (15 June 2002, England) A tree surgeon was lopping branches from a fir tree and throwing them on to a small fire below, when one of the branches became propped against the tree. The tree burst into flames, and the man was found dead on the ground, still wearing his safety harness. Northumbria Police said, "There are no suspicious circumstances. It was a tragic accident."

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So there are motor heads on CC. Thanks a fucking lot for any help that I did not get when I asked earlier this years about smooth barrel carbs. FUCK EVERYONE OF YOU COCK SUCKERS FOR THE NON HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING BASTARDS

1. A bicycle can't stand alone because it is two-tired. 2. What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway). 3. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. 4. A backward poet writes inverse. 5. In democracy it's your vote that counts; In feudalism it's your count that votes. 6. She had a boyfriend with a wooden leg, but broke it off. 7. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion. 8. If you don't pay your exorcist you get repossessed. 9. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress. 10. Show me a piano falling down a mineshaft and I'll show you A-flat minor. 11. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds. 12. The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered. 13. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart. 14. You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it. 15. Local Area Network in Australia: the LAN down under. 16. He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key. 17. Every calendar's days are numbered. 18. A lot of money is tainted. 'Taint yours and 'taint mine. 19. A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat. 20. He had a photographic memory which was never developed. 21. A plateau is a high form of flattery. 22. The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium-at-large. 23. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end. 24. When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall. 25. Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine. 26. When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair she thought she'd dye. 27. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis. 28. Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses. 29. Acupuncture is a jab well done. 30. Marathon runners with bad footwear suffer the agony of defeat.

Post it here. Climber's Board

"I learned while in the valley that the rangers were using their night vision goggles and high powered listening devices to bust people by hiding and listening in to their coonversations in camp 4, and catching them as they went off for a safety meeting." Yes, some of the enforcement rangers have this type of equipment. They are the only law enforcement in 45 min to 1 hour if something bad goes down. I used to know several local sheriffs deputies from the JTree area. The number of felonious meth users and cookers in the area(including the NP)is alarmingly sizable. Personally, I take comfort in knowing that the NP Enforcement Rangers have state of the art law enforcement equipment to take care of themselves and me(who knows better that to cary in a NP)if the shit hits the fan.

11:12...got # 11 wrong.

Is there anyone out there old enough to remember the sodium explosion during graduation at the UofW? It was thrown into the fountain outside of the chem lab. hahahaha baaaaawooooommmmmm and a whole lot of water went up into the air. Great stuff sodium, nitrogen, hydrogen, charcoal, salt peter, sulfur, fuel oil, magnesium & barium peroxide (powdered of course),iron oxide, aluminum powder, etc., etc.

Oh, believe me the glacier dog is where he is supposed to be. Now, don't no one give the dog no shit cause his buddy is shipping in son and will be climbing with me and Cavey. Put the three of us together and give us shit ya never know how long the fight might last. And that ain't no shit its fact.

FUCK YOU GAYS DON'T KNOW NOTHING

Here is a little old song to enjoy. http://www.poofcat.com/iraq2.html

For those of you who don't already know, hydrogen is produced by electrolysis of water. The electricity needed for this can be generated by any number of means, from fossil fuels such as natural gas or coal to solar wind farms, etc. It would be great if fuel cells could use natural gas directly because it is more readily available. At one time the focus was on onboard reformer system to convert natural gas or methanol into hydrogen and CO2, but it now appears that the plan is to store compressed hydrogen produced in large stationary plants. As the lightest gas, it is one of the hardest to store because of the pratical impossibility of liquifying it as they do on the Space Shuttle. Instead it will be stored as a compressed gas at high pressures. There is potential danger in that. I've worked with these plants in Alaska at a power plant on the otherside of Cook Inlet. They made the hydrogen and used it for bearing seals. You see regular old seals melt because of the extreme heat that a stationary gas turbin puts out and the hydrogen can hold the oil in place. Its really cool to do an evening inspection of the plant with a low light and see the oil glow while its lubeing the bearing (the oil has phosphoreous in it to keep it from flashing) Anyway, on with the story, the "hydrogen shed" had green, yellow and red lights on a control board that was located about 50 yards from the shed itself. One day we go down to inspect it(always 2 for a plant inspection-reading) and see that the red lights are on. So we notify the control room with is a loong way off. They tell us that they are sending a couple more guys to help us if we need it. While those guys are coming we stick our heads out of the back door. The shed seems OK nothing looks amiss, so we tell 'em we are going a little closer to have a look-see. We get around to the entry door and see that there is no back to the "hydrogen-shed", the roof is gone, the hydrogen collection bell is wrapped around a I-beam about 25 feet up in the air and all the electronic equipment is either blasted to hell and gone or is fryed to hell. All the metals involved in the hydrogen manufacturing process were brass. That brass bell was a big bugger and it took a lot of cutting to get it off the I-beam. The metal roof and metal walls were found about 100 yds away in the bush. Needless to say it was not a good day. Now we had to order hydrogen bottles from Anchorage (expensive), get a team over to inspect, take apart the old building and rebuild a new and better "hydrogen-shed".

I'd like to see his bank accounts b/4 inspections and after he was chosen.

For his birthday Little Patrick asked for a 10-speed bicycle. His father said, "Son, we'd give you one, but the mortgage on this house is $80,000 and your mother just lost her job. There's no way we can afford it." The next day the father saw Little Patrick heading out the front door with a suitcase. So he asked, "Son, where are you going?" Little Patrick told him, "I was walking past your room last night and I heard you tell mom you were pulling out. I heard her tell you to wait because she was coming too. And I'll be damned if I'm sticking around here by myself with an $80,000 mortgage and no bike."

Just a Thought..... What If Saddam Hussein survived the bombing last week, but lost a leg? How pissed-off do you think his doubles would be?

I've lost friends in Viet Nam, a uncle in WWII in the tank corps with Old Blood and Guts, and a disabled great uncle from WWI(I actuall got to meet this dude and listen to him talk about gassing in the trenches) This is my mood today. If there were a patriotic smiley on the board I'd use it. OUR FLAG A protest raged on a courthouse lawn, round a makeshift stage they charged on. Fifteen hundred or more they say, had come to burn the Flag that day. A boy held up the folded Flag, cursed it and called it a dirty rag. A man pushed through the angry crowd, with an old gun shouldered proud. His uniform jacket was old and tight, he had polished each button, shiny and bright. He crossed the stage with military grace, until he and the boy stood face to face. Then the old man broke the silence. "Freedom of speech, is worth dying for, Good men are gone, they live no more. All so you can stand on this courthouse lawn, and ramble on from dusk to dawn. But before the Flag gets burned today, this old veteran is going to have his say. My father died on a foreign shore, in a war they said would end all wars. Tommy and I weren't even full grown, before we fought in a war of our own. Tommy died on Iwo Jima's beach, in the shadow of a hill he couldn't reach. Where five good men raised this Flag so high, that the whole world could see it fly. I got this bum leg that I still drag, fighting for this same old Flag. There's but one shot in this old gun, so now it's time to decide which one. Which one of you will follow our lead, to stand and die for what you believe?" The boy who had called it a dirty rag, handed the veteran the folded Flag. The crowd got quiet as they walked away, to talk about what they heard that day. So the battle for the Flag this day was won, by a loyal veteran with a single gun. Who for one last time, had to show to some, That these colors will never, never run. It is the veteran, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion. It is the veteran, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the veteran, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the veteran, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble. It is the veteran, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the veteran, not the politician, Who has given us the right to vote. It is the veteran, who salutes the Flag, who serves under the Flag, whose coffin is draped by the Flag. Don't know who wrote this but it sure fits my mood right now.

One United States Army Ranger A large group of Iraqi soldiers are moving down a road when they hear a voice call from behind a sand dune. "One United States Army Ranger is better than ten Iraqis!" The Iraqi commander quickly sends 10 of his best soldiers over the dune, whereupon a gun battle breaks and continues for a few minutes, then silence. The voice then calls out "One United States Army Ranger is better than one hundred Iraqis!" Furious, the Iraqi commander sends his next best 100 troops over the dune and instantly a huge fire fight commences. After 10 minutes of battle, again silence. The American voice calls out again "One United States Army Ranger is better than one thousand Iraqis!" The enraged Iraqi Commander musters one thousand fighters and sends them across the dune. Cannons, rockets and machine guns ring out as a huge battle is fought. Then silence. Eventually one wounded Iraqi fighter crawls back over the dune and with his dying words tells his commander, "Don't send any more men...It's a trap. There's two of them!!!"