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Brandon-
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The Granite State.
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Topic Author's Original Post - Feb 28, 2013 - 08:50pm PT
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Possibly the most crass song, ever. I love it!
Sorry if it offends your sensibilities.
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couchmaster
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pdx
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Feb 28, 2013 - 08:58pm PT
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Good advice.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 28, 2013 - 09:01pm PT
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Yeah, the punk rock thread is what made me remember this little gem.
The remake is funny as hell, though.
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ruppell
climber
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Feb 28, 2013 - 09:04pm PT
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It is funny. Way better lyrics then the DK ones as well.
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RyanD
climber
Squamish
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Feb 28, 2013 - 09:04pm PT
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I think perhaps a certain supertopo poster from up north actually put up a route with the same name in Squamish. It grew over :-(
Edit- oh Brandon WTF that song in your first post just plain sucks! Travesty!
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 28, 2013 - 09:44pm PT
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WAY HOMO!!!
Funny as hell, though.
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middle joe
Trad climber
OC
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Keep'm coming boys.. This is too funny!
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Jim Clipper
climber
from: forests to tree farms
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Someone should put on their dolphin shorts, grab the ghetto blaster, tube socks, and crank some of these tunes while they work their proj. at some local boulder on a busy Saturday. Just a suggestion.
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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most crass song ever?!
well, that's a challenge... let's go to the Fugs again...
this is crass
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mid-1960s
they rag on Jefferson Airplane, too!
they have a song about utilizing Coca Cola... it's pretty crass also
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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i don an old, odd pair
of illegitimate boots;
one i found spit out at the hotlum glacier terminus,
the other one perched timelessly on a railroad trellis in backwoods oregon.
with one leg outrunning a lazy ice age,
and my other leg outrunning industrial revolution,
i make odd strides into the shady woods
behind my best friend's house.
i'm under-slept, under-nourished, under-stressed,
and under-some-influence.
my girlfriends they are everywhere.
some two-hundred feet tall
with their tassled crowns bathed
in full moon light;
some low to the dirt,
laying in various stages of decay;
some twisted in and out of understanding,
chasing yesterday's sunlight.
all of them, clad in anti-coitus armor.
i mutter to the trees,
im not here to f*#k you, so loosen up.
im merely here to deposit my moraine,
whilst steaming the exhaust of
my internal combustions.
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