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Captain...or Skully
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Oct 13, 2012 - 12:35am PT
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These internets aren't so rowdy. They just wish they could be. That sh#t happens in the Real.
Yee haw?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 13, 2012 - 12:37am PT
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You had yer chance, zBrown.
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zBrown, you have a lovely daughter.
Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well
You'll pick her out, makes a bloke feel so ROWD-y.
Charley, it ain't no good to pine.
u ain't no hermit like old staretz Herman, the Russky penguin-porking pervert.
No, u like trees.
u would rather be a hermit but fate does not permit
so u ought to just try and sh#t on ur saw while it's idling
do u feel bad that trees die at ur hands?
would u rather not save their souls by immolating them, which is what u are doing, mostly wood dies by fire.
but it's the same kind of cycle that water experiences, so why give it a second thought?
they are no more grateful or hateful dead than alive.
us woodchuckin' mice certainly figured that out.
why are u upset?
really.
I'll send u a tenner if u figure it out, Sawbuck.Meantime, I am braying anovena to startz Herman on ur behalf and for the souls of all the faithfully departed trees u have victimized, wittingly or unwittingly, by omission or commision.
Staretz Herman's life as a mystic began when St. Mary, the so-called woman who gave birth to Jesus of Nazareth, favored him with a cure when she visited him in the night. OOOO-oooooh, OOOO-oooooh! A ghost!
u are controlled when u write. why fight it? why? u, always with the y, but seldom seen in print together. this is a simpson's episode.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 13, 2012 - 12:42am PT
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Well, mousie I like what you wrote, maybe I shoulda said so
You just gotta fight
for your right
to be
white
I'm anxious or Angus, never angry
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Oct 13, 2012 - 12:54am PT
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http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/rowdy
row·dy adjective \ˈrau̇-dē\
row·di·errow·di·est
Definition of ROWDY
: coarse or boisterous in behavior : rough; also : characterized by such behavior [rowdy local bars]
— row·di·ly adverb
— row·di·ness noun
— row·dy·ish adjective
Examples of ROWDY
a rowdy game of basketball
[a rowdy but good-natured group of teenagers]
Origin of ROWDY
perhaps irregular from row
First Known Use: 1819
Related to ROWDY
Synonyms: hell-raising, knockabout, rambunctious, raucous, robustious, roisterous, rollicking, boisterous, rumbustious [chiefly British]
Antonyms: orderly
Rhymes with ROWDY
cloudy, dowdy, howdy
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 13, 2012 - 12:59am PT
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other rhymes (no LeAnn)
shroudy
crowdy
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 13, 2012 - 01:53am PT
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"I am the porter that was barbarously slain in Fleet Street. - By the Mohocks and Hawkubites was I slain, when they laid violent hands upon me. They put their hook into my mouth, they divided my nostrils asunder, they sent me, as they thought, to my long home; but now I am returned again to foretell their destruction."
"From Mohock and from Hawkubite, Good Lord, deliver me! Who wander through the streets at night, Committing cruelty. They slash our sons with bloody knives, And on our daughters fall; And if they murder not our wives, We have good luck withal Coaches and chairs they overturn, Nay, carts most easily; Therefore from Gog and Magog, Good Lord, deliver me!"
May the Hawk u bite bite back!
May the hectors find ur weak spots!
May the Scourers wipe ur ass!
May the Nickers give u tiny nicks on ur soul!
May the Muns divide ur buns and sell 'em for lard to the Tityre Tus who'll then take that lard and use it to grease the rails u'll be riding to that hell of urs.
These Tacos got no depth to their rowdiness. They lack the killer instinct born of too much exposure to this man, the prince of darkness himself and ur mentor.
http://www.deathandtaxesmag.com/188584/scientists-name-a-new-type-of-wasp-after-lady-gaga/
ur just another insignificant branch of the insect subfamily family Scarabaeinae, which includes 5,000 species.
ur henceforth known to pseudo-science as Stipes tragula velum, the blind log roller, a species of dung beetle, a dead head-banger's nightmare.
u serve NOONE but ur self by whining.
So stop mooning. Let us help ur ass out.
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Moonshine, shadows, homemade wine
sleepy time moon dreams, and blue beams and new skemes
glad time, night waves, whirling by
memories of moonshine and our times and slow signs
moonshine man come feed me som of your souvenirs
and I'll be gone
Mr. moonshine man
I'm you greatest fan
come on feed me now and whenever you can
mr. moonshine man
mr. moonshine man
moonshine, shadows, homemade wine
sleepy time moon dreams and blue beams and new skemes
moonshine man come feed me some of your souvenirs
and I'll be gone
mr. moonshine man I'm your greatest fan
ad nauseam
I know of the SoCal Pumphouse boys can tell u the story of rowdy Chumash, as opposed to Mohocks.
The Catalina Lady, Lee Ann, might know it. She's a very humane person but she might have some rowdy things to say anyhow. I doubt it, but gotta give her a shot.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 13, 2012 - 08:56am PT
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It was eleven o'clock since the last Chumash wandered off looking for his bottle.
u're probably slumbered, lumbered with thoughts of what i (u) only know, impedimenta of ur twenty-cent brain. Baggage. Faggage. And possibly a reggae tune, if ur lucky.
Dreaming of a wench, a Dolt carta blanca, a big wallah screamah.
She's not a ghost of Xstasy Past. She's not ur Vers'd Nightmare, in fundamental funky style with some voice modification.
But she's a joy to dance to. Did u guys dance? Did she penetrate to u? And vice-versa?
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I sure don't want to break and enter and hit ur head with this metal object. But it might be called for.
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WAKE UP! Smell the rotting logs! Go chase the muttering sun as he gets with it and flip her off.
Or u can give me ur money. But u should listen to this first.
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Ev'ry body's laughing. Ev'ry body'a happy at you.
Such amen, old man. Always shouts out somethin' obscene.
Well, you should hate Polly Ethel Eenpam. She hates wood, not plastic, like a few, but plastic has it's uses, as u should but u don't. What's....
Oh, look out!!!! Sunday's off the phone to Monday, Friday's gone on walkabout, gone and who's gonna help u now, Weej? u're swampin' for ur self now. Now THAT'S a bitch.
And that bitch worked fifteen clubs a day and what do u do but sit there and whine.
u must have known the answer, too, but it so so doesn't make sense, does it?
WWJD?
Jelly Garcia, I mean. He would dig this crappy Beatle's opus and do something with it. He'd chop it with his ax. He'd strangle it and kill it and make it grateful, damn it to hell. Were he to damn it to hell and it were it grateful still, he'd put it on ice and let it simmer down, then watch it melt, collect it in a bottle, adulterate it with some faint blue tie dye and some soul, and sing Ripple, hitting the bottle beteween verses.
Take a lesson from this beating, or I'll swear I'm u in the streets of Reality City and say, "i'm pimping my seester." Which I would never do. I am not Mex and noone would believe me. "But she is mi hermana, verdado!" Then they'd ask me to sing Me 'n My Seester just to prove me wrong. And u don't know my sister, so shut the f*#k up, Wet Spot.
With u, u can never tell, so I'll be careful or it'll get all over my Facebook page. It's the "tell" on ur own face of "Maybe they do like me." It's like a smirk on a cactus, but it will come out in spines eventually. So I still don't trust. The kettle calling the pot black and fat, I know.
"Amentothatation" (Ay-men-too-that-ay-shun) is a process by which all are free to quit their hiding places once the danger is past in the game of Hide and Seek. Not to be confused with the game of Tag. It's common to both games. To be confused. About where they are, not about who's faster, the fat boy with the f*#ked-up Xbox or the Fat Gal with the lei on her neck. That's pretty confused, but u gotta go with the lei of the land. Both games are confusing. Regular kids are more amenable to them than FULLY GROWN OLD GOATS, it seems. STop playing games.
It's a little-known fact that "Amen to that!" is the called-for response to "OOOF!" and is a very similar idea to that which is expressed by the phrase, "Ollie, Ollie, oxen free," which is the traditional cry to restart the game of Hide and Seek. Ev'ry body rises from their "graves" and reports in to "Gabriel" and the whole thing begins over. This is the heavenly version of Hide and Seek, which is called there locally The Lost Sheep.
In hell they play Hyde and Sneak. I think it evolved from Off-Width and ev'ry body has to go up a never-ending, flaring, bomb-bay chimney while dodging Batso. And it's all in the dark, so u can imagine...
u like chimneys? It's the way u are. Love it.
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BLUEBLOCR
Social climber
joshua tree
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Oct 13, 2012 - 03:56pm PT
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Bail;
Kant pound ur chest to signal victory!
No strength in the lungs; to hold a sail!
Ur blood has kurdulled; with lack of inhale!
Feel your heart race; like the sounds heard; from when there's hail!
Bones feel stiff; brittle; weak; frail!
Don't look'in the mirror; or you may see pale!
The walk to the fridge; was that of a snail!
My God; it took you a week to get the mail!
Whilst U were out; you forgot to get bread; cause what u got is stale!
Don't tell me; you ain't got no gray whale!
Lacking discipline; that's where you fail!
Sure;you work all day; Pound'in that nail!
Even mother nature disciplines her young; jus look at the Quail!
You better pay your bills Bob; before U end up in jail!
Fuc all that nonsense; bout vertebrae's in shale!
Don't worry in tomorrow; right here is where we Hale!
It's being recorded; down to the last detail!
Having a brother in Jesus; is what your life don't entail!
Whilst standing on the edge; lean on His Word for stability not to flail!
I'm tell'in ya here Brother; His Love wil never fail!
For His blood covered us; when they drove in that nail!
So; the Law's not rigid;as that of a rail!
All He ask's of you; is to send praise like a Gail!
Well; I've said enough; it's time; for me too ....!
Jus Curtail'in
BB
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Oct 13, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
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Splitter
It was all FACTS. And I haven't even mentioned zeenyboppers Largo, MikeL and WBraun. That would just be too f*#king boring...
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Oct 13, 2012 - 06:44pm PT
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don't it make you feel bad
when you're
trying to find your way home
you don't know
which way to go
let my pumpkins go
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splitter
Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
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Oct 14, 2012 - 03:08am PT
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^^^ Elephant to elephant-trainer, "This is your head, watch what I will do to it if you ever piss me off again!"
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Anastasia
climber
InLOVEwithAris.
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Oct 14, 2012 - 03:23am PT
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What? I thought we had enough talent in that department without being egged on.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 14, 2012 - 04:27am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2012 - 10:49am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2012 - 07:52pm PT
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Hadde nok enna?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 17, 2012 - 08:20pm PT
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Doodie calls us all to prevent smellf-esteem. Indeedie-doo!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Darth Tater pulled Rowdy Duty today.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Pollock Pines, California
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 24, 2013 - 07:23pm PT
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bring back the boobs.
this place is going to the wind..
buncha top ropers,
driving this place
(not that top-roping is wrong)
but we got our hands and minds
on something rowdy here,
spiders crawling across the page is keen,
crawl up the crack...
high and higher above that sparse
protection..
believe in and practice the absurd.
that's what climbers do.
that's what supertopo should, too.
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