Ah, the red

[Ratbaby]

When does it get cold enough for all the spray lord, puke bags to leave the red? I climbed a route the other day rated 5 times harder than it should have been, holds like ladder rungs, bolts every two feet, and a herd of beta screamin, prana wearing gym rates from ohio, michigan, and florida standing at the base and I thought damn, I need to take the nut sack with legs back to the red to remember how much I hate that place. Might just have to in january. Yo Scin, maybe you could shave and rub coco butter on Horatio's ass checks so when I toss him and del in a pile I know which one I'm plowin'.

[Fartspray]

I don't know Ratbaby that is a good question ? Does it not feel pretty cold to your lame ass today ? Be a good yankee and not a damn yankee.
I think you should leave the muir today.

[Spragwa]

We havent had this type of thread in awhile. Missed you ratbaby.

[SCIN]

January man. That's the magic month. Dig out the propane heater and come on up! You won't get Horatio out though. He has been taking that tap dancing more seriously than climbing lately.

[Myke Dronez]

Go climb trad- no prana, no beta, no bolts, and sandbagged if you're lucky.

December- and yeah leave teh muir

[Horatio Felacio]

damn! the red-headed goblin and the hairy yellow pile of pig vomit! the thought of you two reminds me of fisting chinese buttholes and watching them bleed. come on up ratbaby. we can climb on the shittiest days of the year, start big fires lord of the flies style, kick our little mutants in the heads, and braid each others pubes.

[mcrib]

I hear Alfalfa is hiring as well.

[Ratbaby]

Yo Spragwa, I keep hearing about sightings of your elusive ass showing up once a blue moon in my neck of the woods. Sucks I hear about it after the fact. I'll need to barrow one of those bitchin sex swings when I come into town so I can make sweet passionate rape to horatio's ass.
Yo ratio, one of your knoxvillain friends, john, is living down here. He told me a disturbing story about finding you bent over with ass clamps on, cheese hanging out of your ass, and his dog, brick, covered in duct tape. He said brick's so fucked up from that shit all he can do now is chase sticks around like some kind of autistic kid.
Scin my man, I'll bring the stove and if we can't get Ho's ass out we'll just use it to burn off all his body hair, and crucify his shit in front of Mig-guanna's with a sign on him saying "I died for your sins"
Fartspray eat my fuckin balls. Your the lame ass, colon tongue tickling, shit bag saying perfect temps are cold.
whoa dronez, you all got trad down there? No beta, no bolts, sandbagged, and no fucking prana!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Fuuuck that shit man! I'm just going to kick it at the gym.
mcrib, what's up? Who the fuck are you? Alfalfa is dead to me since they moved and got all scared about employees get super-duper stoned at work.

[DriskellHR]

now THATS some shit talking

[the lurkist]

Ratbaby, you sure enough are one shit talker.
You are crooning a love song to Horatio.
There has been a deficit of Red Neck mayhem since you've been away. Come on home to the father land.