Favorite route
SCIB, that photo is obviously doctored. A 15' crack stretched to make it look like a short pitch. Yawn.
If I only had a digital camera and some techno brains, I'd come back with photos of routes I pass on that look 10 times better than that. Get out of your pixilated world and come to my ultra, mega secret crag so I can take pictures of you flailing on a real route and wishing you were Bart. Damn, how freakin' nice can I be about it?
If I only had a digital camera and some techno brains, I'd come back with photos of routes I pass on that look 10 times better than that. Get out of your pixilated world and come to my ultra, mega secret crag so I can take pictures of you flailing on a real route and wishing you were Bart. Damn, how freakin' nice can I be about it?
Oh yea.....don't give me that BS about "Come to my mega secret crag Ray..blah blah blah". Rhino's words to me were "John and I found a great offwidth for you but we want to make sure we do all the cracks there before we bring you back."
Man, you're afraid the big man is gonna steal your wittle pwojects? Waaaa! Boo Hoo!!!! My name is Johnny and I don't want that big man Way Ewwington to steal my pwojects because I know it will only take him one day and he'll onsite them all and make it look real easy and I'll go home and play with my little penis and think about how I can bolt some new line of choss and put a wittle wed wibbon on it to show everyone that I am a big homosexual lawyer with a small penis and I need to pwotect all of my routes with wittle wed wibbons. Gee, I wish I could figure out how to tie a wed wibbon around a crack because I lose so much sleep thinking about how someone else might come and steal my cracky climb in the middle of the night then my wife will know that I'm just a lame homosexual and I like to climb with boys because they give me little tinglies in my scrotum when I watch them wiggle their little asses up those easy chosspiles I take them to. I especially love it when I take them back to my house and let them see my collection of candy bar wrappers from all the other little boys before them. It's so nice being Johnny because I've learned that people can make fun of me all they want and I don't care because I have a family which I've brainwashed into thinking that I am a good climber and they don't know how I collect boys (like Rhino's) underwear and roll around with it on my head at the base of my chosspile routes that I put up with my wittle hamma-dwill that Santa bought me for Christmas because I was good and didn't let my mullet get too long this year. I love being Johnny B. because I get to feel really important when I'm not defending rapists and serial killers by being part of a gay little organisation called the RRGCC which protects the chosspile routes I put up from the big bad nasty Forest Service. I get to do all kinds of fun research in the li-berry using that cool Dewey Decimal System that I learned how to use when I went to little hillbilly school right here in Lexington (where my inbred family lives as well). I go straight to the lie-berry and look up old facts on a bunch of redneck land purchases in big dusty books which make me feel like one of the Scooby-Doo people (when they would go to big scary mansions and find big giant books with dust on them which were so big they were hard to open) when I open them. Then I get to drive my gay little Nissan Pathfinder around Lexington where I'm the big rock star like that guy who scored a perfect game of Pac-Man and still wears tight jeans and a comb in his back pocket. It's so good being Johnny!
Man, you're afraid the big man is gonna steal your wittle pwojects? Waaaa! Boo Hoo!!!! My name is Johnny and I don't want that big man Way Ewwington to steal my pwojects because I know it will only take him one day and he'll onsite them all and make it look real easy and I'll go home and play with my little penis and think about how I can bolt some new line of choss and put a wittle wed wibbon on it to show everyone that I am a big homosexual lawyer with a small penis and I need to pwotect all of my routes with wittle wed wibbons. Gee, I wish I could figure out how to tie a wed wibbon around a crack because I lose so much sleep thinking about how someone else might come and steal my cracky climb in the middle of the night then my wife will know that I'm just a lame homosexual and I like to climb with boys because they give me little tinglies in my scrotum when I watch them wiggle their little asses up those easy chosspiles I take them to. I especially love it when I take them back to my house and let them see my collection of candy bar wrappers from all the other little boys before them. It's so nice being Johnny because I've learned that people can make fun of me all they want and I don't care because I have a family which I've brainwashed into thinking that I am a good climber and they don't know how I collect boys (like Rhino's) underwear and roll around with it on my head at the base of my chosspile routes that I put up with my wittle hamma-dwill that Santa bought me for Christmas because I was good and didn't let my mullet get too long this year. I love being Johnny B. because I get to feel really important when I'm not defending rapists and serial killers by being part of a gay little organisation called the RRGCC which protects the chosspile routes I put up from the big bad nasty Forest Service. I get to do all kinds of fun research in the li-berry using that cool Dewey Decimal System that I learned how to use when I went to little hillbilly school right here in Lexington (where my inbred family lives as well). I go straight to the lie-berry and look up old facts on a bunch of redneck land purchases in big dusty books which make me feel like one of the Scooby-Doo people (when they would go to big scary mansions and find big giant books with dust on them which were so big they were hard to open) when I open them. Then I get to drive my gay little Nissan Pathfinder around Lexington where I'm the big rock star like that guy who scored a perfect game of Pac-Man and still wears tight jeans and a comb in his back pocket. It's so good being Johnny!
Yo Ray jack dynomite! Listen to my beat box! Bew ch ch pff BEW ch ch pfff! Sweet!
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SCIN wrote:Oh yea.....don't give me that BS about "Come to my mega secret crag Ray..blah blah blah". Rhino's words to me were "John and I found a great offwidth for you but we want to make sure we do all the cracks there before we bring you back."
Man, you're afraid the big man is gonna steal your wittle pwojects? Waaaa! Boo Hoo!!!! My name is Johnny and I don't want that big man Way Ewwington to steal my pwojects because I know it will only take him one day and he'll onsite them all and make it look real easy and I'll go home and play with my little penis and think about how I can bolt some new line of choss and put a wittle wed wibbon on it to show everyone that I am a big homosexual lawyer with a small penis and I need to pwotect all of my routes with wittle wed wibbons. Gee, I wish I could figure out how to tie a wed wibbon around a crack because I lose so much sleep thinking about how someone else might come and steal my cracky climb in the middle of the night then my wife will know that I'm just a lame homosexual and I like to climb with boys because they give me little tinglies in my scrotum when I watch them wiggle their little asses up those easy chosspiles I take them to. I especially love it when I take them back to my house and let them see my collection of candy bar wrappers from all the other little boys before them. It's so nice being Johnny because I've learned that people can make fun of me all they want and I don't care because I have a family which I've brainwashed into thinking that I am a good climber and they don't know how I collect boys (like Rhino's) underwear and roll around with it on my head at the base of my chosspile routes that I put up with my wittle hamma-dwill that Santa bought me for Christmas because I was good and didn't let my mullet get too long this year. I love being Johnny B. because I get to feel really important when I'm not defending rapists and serial killers by being part of a gay little organisation called the RRGCC which protects the chosspile routes I put up from the big bad nasty Forest Service. I get to do all kinds of fun research in the li-berry using that cool Dewey Decimal System that I learned how to use when I went to little hillbilly school right here in Lexington (where my inbred family lives as well). I go straight to the lie-berry and look up old facts on a bunch of redneck land purchases in big dusty books which make me feel like one of the Scooby-Doo people (when they would go to big scary mansions and find big giant books with dust on them which were so big they were hard to open) when I open them. Then I get to drive my gay little Nissan Pathfinder around Lexington where I'm the big rock star like that guy who scored a perfect game of Pac-Man and still wears tight jeans and a comb in his back pocket. It's so good being Johnny!
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