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ok people, maybe there's been a little confusion. for the record, i didn't crap my pants.

Horatio Felacio wrote:ok people, maybe there's been a little confusion. for the record, i did crap my pants.

I thought we discussed that and agreed upon not discussing that in a public forum HF?

I sat down once in a bar (yeah in the 60's) and I was also spinning and very warm. To cool my forehead, I leaned forward and placed it on the door. I passed out, and the door flew open throwing me out into the floor face down. My friends were all in there too and said it was the funniest thing they had ever seen!

so here's the huddle house thing, wes correct me if i make a mistake from what you heard...but anyway we had been at rocktown all weekend and woke up the last day to ice and snow and terrible conditions. nothing was climable. so we went to huddle house for breakfast and looked like crap as usual. i think i had much longer hair then too. but as i went to the bathroom, the waitress asked my friends "what'll she be having?". i just came back to the table with everyone making fun of me and the waitress apologizing.

here's another funny thing about rocktown. i've never really bouldered there even though i've been there several times. i usually drive to knoxville on friday nights and then drive to rocktown the next morning with the knoxville crew. we would always go to this punk bar in town called the pilot light and i would just get smashed beyond belief. i can remember going in to pits with a full can of PBR, seeing beer spray on everyone, then coming out to go to the bar again cause i didn't get to drink any. anyway, every time i've been to rocktown i've always hurled in the parking lot, walked to the boulders, and passed out in the leaves for the whole day. the boulers looked cool though.

why don't some other people tell some degrading stories about themselves? they're funny! cheers to lynne and dipsi for not being uptight assholes.

a few years back when i went to J-tree for the first time we had a pretty rough first day we slept through the morning and got up let, wondered aimlessly through the dessert in search of this one round blob with another smaller one on top of it that looked like damn near all the rest for nearly most of the day until we just gave up and climbed the closest blob with a crack in it and a few bolts. Needless to say we only climbed two routes in the matter of 8 or so hours. When we got back to camp in the dark feeling like we had been raped by some rough rock and accomplished squat nothing wondering around most of the day with one nalgene of water, i decided that the fifth of rum i had looked pretty damn good. one of my friends joined me as we pounded the first half the bottle while our other friend made dinner, by the time it was done (which wasn't long) we didn't really care if we ate or not and i'm not to sure if we even tried. Shortly after this we crawled up the rocks behind our campsite and watched the stars. this proved to be nearly impossible as every time i laid down and opened my eyes they all started moving really fast. I gave up and stumbled back to our campsite vowing to finish off the bottle of bacardi select, neither of my friends believed i would come close to doing this and honestly neither did i, but it was the only thing i could look at and not move so i figured it must be a good thing. the next thing i remembered after starting to finish off the second half of the fifth solo was proudly finishing it and falling into my sleeping bag.

the next morning i wake up and role over and see a small animal of some kind going to town eating chunks of vomit beside my sleeping bag. I feel pretty good at this moment and think to my self 'i don't remember doing that and i don't feel bad at all' I sit up and reality smacks me right in the face. I’m half-naked, my back hurts, my head is spinning, and puke is all over my sleeping bag (though it rolls right of the water-resistant coating). i spend the rest of the morning drinking two gallons of OJ, passing out, washing my bag and clothes at the laundry mat in town and trying to figure out how i got rock rash on my back.

Sparky! That really goes beyond any "next morning bad pick ups" I've ever heard!

Thanks, Guys for the great laughs to start my day! LMAO!

Similiar thing happened to Tony Frey. I met him at work one day to go out to lunch and we hit this little dinner around the corner from the bike shop. We sat done, checked out the menu, and the waitress walked up & said "SO what are you girls having today"! Tony just kinda of looked at her until it registered on the woman's face! IT WAS FREAKIN HILARIOUS!!

As to a drinkin story:

Way back in the day...

I was partying at CMU in Pittsburgh and I went with a friend to visit her boyfreind in one if the fraternities. Apparently it was dry week but some one forgot to notify us about it! Let's just say that was the very last night for tequila & me. We seriously broke up that night! After drinking a bunch of Slammers we went bowling, got to the alley, literally floated down the stairs with out killing myself, once there I realized I was way to freakin spinning to bowl so my friend Doc offered to drive me back. Well let's just give some advise here..If one is spinning, DO NOT DRIVE THRU A TUNNEL!!! The lights in the tunnel totally spun me out and I ended up projectile vomitting all over Doc's dashboard!

I still thinks Docs a saint. While I slept it off, he cleaned his car., Man I would have made the drunk clean it with a toothbrush!

i remember the first time i went climbing with some of my friends from knoxville when i had just started college down there. we climbed that day and i took a bunch of huge falls going for it. that night camping out, i drank about 8 milwaukee's best ice in the time they had 1 or 2. i remember falling over and hitting my head on some rocks, puking on my hands and knees, drinking some more beer, then passing out. woke up the next morning and climbed. pretty good first impression i thought.