I see Fritz is conserving mass:
hammer is heavy -> ditch the harness
bongs are heavy -> ditch 90% of the biners
shoes are heavy -> tie lightest waist knot possible
shaweet! thanks for the heads up.. didn't know about that one.. been working on an edit the last few weeks.. gonna be the best yet! using all of the footage I can so i can move on and start over fresh.. partied hard last night and woke up to a foot on the hill and went skiing before the hangover kicked in, done got it good this morning... its on!! miss you too....
looking at a march road trip.... :)
My Friday night while drinkin reply;
De-ahm, March is a long time off. ;->
Glad you got after it today. Not enough to slide on here yet. But I have a good feeling about this winter. Some great trails and hills right out our door here. We have a smaller version of your hot tub too, part of my job is to keep it going all winter.
98' Polaris 700RMK with 2400 miles on it sittin in the driveway, It's for sale, $1200.
I start Monday at Rocky Mountain Snowmo adventures. Doing reservations and keeping the guides in line.
**I celebrated my birthday tonight at the local pub. $3.30 micro-brew drafts and $4.30 premium marggies. Can't believe I found 20 year old prices in Jackson. WOO-HOO! I'm startin to like this place.
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I've entered to win the LibTech PBR skis like a hundred times or more. Can U say S-T-O-K-E?
I've been drinking and I just want to put a shutout there to my Friday night drinking buddies and a big ol f*#k you to the political treads on the taco
Pete you super wanker fox and I want answers man what in the hell is going on you are thinking of a lifestyle change. What's going on yoummargaritaville stewie.
I don't have Duckie. Please tell me Jon has Duckie! Duckie is my new favourite-est piton! We made a point of trying to nail him every single pitch. I'm pretty sure I put Duckie in the front of Jon's truck before he took off, maybe he is hanging from the rear view mirror? He's on a little purple piece of tat.
Drinking a Mill Street stout. Knott bad. Little brewery up here in Toronto.
Had my fling the night before last. Three good shots of JW Red, then a bottle of Forest Ville chardonnay. It was a wake. I left prior to the champagne.
A full day in the sack, I'm mostly back, but no paper sack, and no Yukon Jack, for my body can't hack.
Drinking to excess sucks excessively. How much longer must I keep killing myself? Not much longer, methinks.
Black holes blow Lost Arrows.
Move over, veej. Vun vay or an udder u vill kill urselves.--Salathe, speaking veejian on the bivvy
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