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I'd be happy if my climbing partners would just stop trying to score some ass play every time I nod off.

 

Especially when I'm belaying.

 

All too familiar a problem to former Coasties, I'd wager.

 

 

Lolz

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"We see in others what we disdain in ourselves"...

 

Nope. I don't think this applies here.

 

And no, I'm not a troll. I've been thinking a lot about douchiness in general and how there is a positive correlation between such and increased socioeconomic status.

 

It's a valid inquiry.

 

FOAD

 

The ad hominem shit doesn't phase me. You didn't address the issue. Lick my balls.

 

I didn't go ad hominen - I said nothing *about* you.

 

FOAD.

 

BTW, it's "Lick sack". :wave:

 

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Mr. Shizzle-

 

You may need to get farther from the road. I find that most climbers I meet on multi-day trips are pretty nice folks. Those that aren't, are least plenty entertaining. You may fall in the latter category. ;)

 

 

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You do seem to be a bit of an asshole. I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean it in the best possible way. I'm sure you're a nice and well adjusted person, but you enjoy this online bad guy thing.

The climbers I know are (just a small sampling):

 

1. transient coupon clipper who owns his own home

2. arborist

3. fireman

4. teacher

5. carpenter

6. a self described derelict

7. a Canadian

 

All of them are complete losers, dirtbags, and pretty much the bottom dwellers. This is why I know them. And ya, they are all pretty bad ass. They don't have time for your shit.

 

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if you go to smith on a sunny saturday the Law of Very Large Numbers guarentees you'll encounter at least a few assholes, but the odds are fine you'll see many more hotties in their naughties, so really it's not such a hardship :)

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You do seem to be a bit of an asshole. I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean it in the best possible way. I'm sure you're a nice and well adjusted person, but you enjoy this online bad guy thing.

The climbers I know are (just a small sampling):

 

1. transient coupon clipper who owns his own home

2. arborist

3. fireman

4. teacher

5. carpenter

6. a self described derelict

7. a Canadian

 

All of them are complete losers, dirtbags, and pretty much the bottom dwellers. This is why I know them. And ya, they are all pretty bad ass. They don't have time for your shit.

 

I have been 5, 6 , and 7 at various points in my life. In addition, I like to start shit on the internets by asking questions about the prevalence of douchebaggery in xtreme, Red Bull drenched sports. I am married and, fortunately, I keep my porn-spanking restrained to healthy levels.

 

I'm also a medium-sucky climber. No shit. In the couple years I've been on ropes, I tend to top out at 5.8. Probably because I have a fat ass ghetto booty that fucks with my center of gravity.

 

I may be an asshole, but I'm an honest one.

 

 

 

 

 

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I am married and, fortunately, I keep my porn-spanking restrained to healthy levels.

 

I think your husband wrote in to Dan Savage about you not long ago.

 

You nailed it! You're so perceptive: by reading just a handful of posts, you can tell I like wieners in my butthole.

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i did the majority of my climbing as an underemployed underpaid single mom of 2 boys. I am not saying I am not full of piss and vinegar because well I am and i give as good as I get as far as the spray flows. however I worked my ass off to get gear and spent most of my climbing time on the weekends at Smith because that was as far as I could get the time and money to go. It was a grand ol' time too. my boys were little, I had every other weekend to myself so i climbed my butt off. and glad I did.

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From the first time an English gentleman hired a Tyrolean shepherd to abandon his beloved charges to go where ridge meets sky, climbing has always been an egalitarian sport for all manner of upright ape to get their monkey on. The practice offers something for anyone on any budget at any age.

 

It's a practice that can transform a skinny, undersized kid into a rock star with the heart of a giant, a middle aged woman into a goddess, or an old phat phuck into a projectile.

 

At it's extreme end, it is the most difficult undertaking in the world. At the more pedestrian level most of us occupy, it is a series of smaller victories and defeats that require one to step beyond oneself - to hang by a fingertip with 3000' of air beneath you, survive a winter's night huddled with one's fellows with only the respite of an occasional reach around, or poo in a Ziplock and then slip it in your comrade's pack when he's otherwise occupied.

 

To characterize climbing as one thing or another is to condense all of human experience into a cliche, for climbing involves all that we are and something more - most particularly after a remote, untimely sharting incident. It is a metaphor for what it means to be human, punctuated by some truly inhuman smells and a good deal of creative language.

 

 

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