Meadows wrote:Are you going to get ripped abs and bulging biceps from a 5.7 pile of choss that you call a crack climb? No.
Crack Climbers...Yea -- they have flabby abs & blah biceps...Here's some proof of that. You all should really stay out of the cracks, to avoid looking like these folks:
Andy:
Yummmm:
Justin:
Or, stealing a couple other awesome trad babes from Wes's album:
Saxman wrote:VA throws a frisbee really well, just not in a straight line and mysteriously right at any tents set up nearby.
scandolous lies! your tent tried to attack the frisbee. just like a dog it tried to jump in the air and grab it.
I know that you believe that you understood what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
- Robert McCloskey
A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.
- Emo Philips
gunslnga wrote: It does feel cool that more than 2 people know who I am though
It is true more that 2 of us know who you are. Wern't you standing down the street form Charlies' the night of the party throwing beer bottles at passing cars and reminiscing with your old friend Ray? 8)
I try to be a good man but all that comes
of trying is I feel more guilty.
Ikkyu
Reminiscing with Ray about throwing beer bottles at cars maybe, I am Non-violent and passive now, my Yin has embraced my Yang, I know longer live in that world.
Actually we were talking about the 80's new wave music we listened to and what friends are dead or in jail. We talked about the time some guy put a knife to Rays throat at a club and I broke the guys arm and threw him down a stairwell. I don't appreciate people messing with my friends, do you want to be my freind Christian???????
Just curious: did you wait til the knife was no longer at Ray's throat, or take him right at that instant?
It was dark and smoky with strobe lights(the eighties remember) and all I could see was two guys with black leather jackets standing around Ray and were yelling loud enough to hear over the music. I noticed the guy talking to Ray fumbling with his pocket(again dark) and then I saw a knife open. Instinct kicked in and before I knew it I arm barred him at the elbow, heard a snap, a scream, and a beg for me to let him go. I let him go and shoved him towards the stairs, at the top he turned and actually kicked at me, so I shoved him down the stairwell. While all this was going on Ray was kicking the Holy shit out of the other guy. The other guy was as stupid as the first and did'nt know when to stop, he too took the express lane to the 1st floor. As I look back on it I would only have changed one thing, I should have thrown them down the fire escape..... Just joking, I wish the whole thing never happened, but what are you going to do when a knife is at the throat of your best friends??????
Be his friend!