Reflections
Reflections
In the dark ages, when 5.8 trad was often a project, crowds were non-existent and the chatter at the crag was usually created by hexes there was one ol' fellow that was always nice to run into- known as the Mayor McRed- miss you John Bronaugh...
Re: Reflections
Nobody gave shit better than John.
Yo Ray jack dynomite! Listen to my beat box! Bew ch ch pff BEW ch ch pfff! Sweet!
-Horatio
-Horatio
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Did he really rap from a nalgene wedged in the crack? That just takes big nads.
"Everyone should have a plan for the zombie apocolipse" Courtney