yeah it was me. and seeing as i did not see you at the one decent wall at muir valley (sanctuary) you are clearly a gumby that got pissed off because your bruise brothers "5.11s" were more full and crowded than Andrew's butthole on a tuesday night.DriskellHR wrote:Maybe you're a cocksucker?
ha I bet it was you right. Do you look like a faggot? or kinda dildoish? I dont know, both discriptions are probably right
So, after you left the practice wall you looked into the your brand new copy of the red river gorge guide book for some more doable 5.9s. You made your way to phantasia in hopes of ticking creature feature. However, once there, you discovered that your helmet, also stock new and covered with stickers, was a bit dirty and therefore, clearly out of commission. Whats worse, while you were hanging on the first bolt of your muir valley project, some little bastard pissed in your nalgene. Nevertheless, fresh from your first TR send of your muir valley project, you decide to go ahead with a stomach full of piss and an unprotected head full of expectations. However, when the roof at the second bolt poses you some trouble (turns out your la sportiva cliffs arent the all around heel hook champions that the guy working at the gym counter said they are) you take your first lead fall. Your belayer, anchored to a nearby tree, can not prevent the rope from slipping through his figure eight nor run over to spot you from his position 20 feet away from the rock. You land with a log, 12 inches in radius, square up your vagina.
Now, 2 days after your reconstructive surgery you sit at your shitty desk job and are forced to bitch about everyone in sight. The guys at the coffee machine can see the blood spot between your legs and make fun of you all day.
The best of luck to you sir.
