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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 3, 2016 - 06:08am PT
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Hiya there, and say...
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Ultimately that is the picture of our Bard that I take most to hart.
As not fuzzy and cuddly as you get cuttin' off tree's limbs,
and sending The offending or deceased ones to an earthly repast .
His schlock and awe
Turns to Ahw Schuks when you read his stuff
My only thing to see is where is the fisheye ?
No not the tough baggies-miester, though he to lurks here
But your brother , mouse, get him to post his fish stuff? Or maybe it is not manly enough?
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Fish Eye
Of Mouse from Merced
What Gnome guy said
What of the flounder
Which he bespoke
Which were where the Mouse found 'er
Or were he the founder?
Of fish eye tales
Like puppy dogs and snails
Most curious am I and can no further post
A lengthy poem of which I might boast
But need fish eyes with toast
Ye shall not coast in yer bed 'Oh' slumber
Awake, Mouse, Awake!
To rend all asunder
And post on your mysterious Fish Eye........plunder
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 3, 2016 - 07:36am PT
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Hiya and a shout out to Dr. Harte out in the Shuteye Country this morning!
"You guys give me paws."--Shakenbacon
Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sheep no more!
Macboss does murder sheep,’ the innocent sheep...
--MacBoss 2.2 46-47
We are such stuff
As turds are made of, and our little life
Is created by a sheep.
--Misnomer Night's Dream of Electric Lambs (4.1.168-170)
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Many versions of this one.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Baby, back
Dressed in black
Silver buttons all down her back
High hose, tippy toes
She broke the needle and she can sew
Walking the dog
I'm just a walking the dog
If you don't know how to do it
I'll show you how to walk the dog
C'mon now c'mon
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Heeeeeere's Jodi "stinkeye" Arias looking at you
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Yeah, bring that post back, baby!!
That's the American way, 10B4Me,
Honor 'all' the fallen be they war heroes or those sacrificed by the heel of injustice,
all or none, or in between. It ain't politics, it's humanity,
it should never be politicized.
Nuff said.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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What's a Saturday AM without Bo and Cookie V? Even makes the white folks get up and dance.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
C'mon wake up little Suzie
Land of a thousand dances? Well, at least a couple! Obligatory possible Black or East Indian girl without headband at 1:24.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm gonna see if I can't re-invert this vid.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Oh, An Ode
As I drove down the highway bound for Mexico,
Down to the land of the coyote and the crow,
I slammed on my brakes and almost hit a doe,
Then ran off the road where the weeds always grow,
Down through the tulies as the wind started to blow,
And that's when I saw how the sky was aglow,
When the earth shrank to nothing I had to say, "Whoa!"
I stepped out of my car because I didn't know,
I'd be lost in a cosmic archipelago,
I started to pass out when I heard a banjo,
But the worst of my fears was acute vertigo,
So I reached in my pocket real nice and slow,
I pulled out some oxygen aerosol, yo,
It comes in a pump or a spray, hello?
As that backwoods banjo strummed an adagio,
Desperately in need of some fresh h2o,
As I glanced at the moon and it's warm afterglow,
The leer she returned was most un-apropos,
But my pinkish complexion was as blue as my toe,
So I climbed in my car as it started to snow,
The snow in deep space was a dark indigo,
And as cold as the depths of the oceans below,
On an earth now gone missing into hyperspace, Joe,
So such was my quandary in space, Eskimo,
With no means for my safety or a quid pro quo,
No means to survive or a clear paseo,
But I would not relinquish and cried, "Tallyho!"
Then lapsed into deep unconsciousness, oh!
Now I could argue but I'm no Cicero,
Going from bad to worse in a heartbeat, such woe,
But much like the sad and forlorn weeping willow,
Or the puddle of drool that seeps into your pillow,
I was worse off today than I might be tomorrow,
With no future to beg, or to steal, or to borrow,
I had sealed my own fate when I'd stepped in that auto,
Now a castaway, unconscious, adrift in a grotto,
As the dueling banjos quickened pace to allegro,
My dreamscape swirled to a maelstrom staccato,
Then I woke soaked in sweat from my chronic lumbago,
And wished I'd not eaten the meat and potato,
Should've had only salad with the spinach and tomato,
So an ode to an 'Oh!' is no grand manifesto,
With some lofty philosophy to be spoken with gusto,
But a tribute to an 'Oh' without bold braggadocio,
Just a simple, "Oh, now where did the time go?"
-bushman
09/03/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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. I was suddenly aware I've not the time to spare to comment and compliment !
I have been trying to go back to read, again Moss (on a tear. . .)
As I've Ben delving back, I realize I should point out and shout bravo,
So Three cheers and bravo
Adding the same picture again would not add anything so
Well that refresh caught me un-awares and in my underwares.
There was a fish who got away or threw me back as you will have it
That one almost one making claims that were not fun, after two years
Of being seethearts, if not sweet-harts,
she also, by the by, liked the movie 'The Little Mermaid'
At the time I wore a Marmot Alpinist. That was bright blue and yellow.
The company marketing called it Ocean & Sunflower, this color pattern
was the exact same color as the cartoon character Flounder .
And so while climbing and shimmying up and down the cliffs....
She started calling me that fish name.
The last place I wrote the word climbing
Sliding? Auto Correct Gwaphaw or a Freudian slip?
She did like the crushers and was trained from what I heard so...
I've got to think of cars and insurance. The costs of high school then College
I'm not going to throw in the towel . But I will not be spending any $$ equipping climbs.
I'm not unfamiliar with the Trapp Rock (Conneticut's own proof that we were meant to climb!)
which is so incredible.
I spent twenty one days climbing in Avon.
On Trapp Rock that needs to be bolted into a usable 'No top out' climbing area.
The top of the cliffs are private property.
Again no beta and the access is totally trespassing.
I did not have any problems (but that's just me and my wife, ymmv) is not a -public info- type of neighborhood.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 3, 2016 - 08:10am PT
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"Oh my!"--O. Deed
Bo de O'Donini climbed a boulder
He hit the ground and won't grow older
Misjudged his aim
Such a shame
That's so lame
End of game
Boogie woogie with Ottawa Dougie.
Strut your stuff in the buff.
No one minds and no one cares
If you dance with kitchen chairs
Dance when sober or dance when drunk
But keep a lookout for that Skrunk
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Roy Rogers (Dobro) - Devil Got My Woman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZIfMj4Zf_k
Roy Rogers - Avalanche
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCdEjLupuAo
Flash! Suzie don't sleep here no mo'!
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Hear Hear
Three cheers and a tear
For Mouse from Merced
And 'Moss on a Teir (tear?)'
Make that three x three
Bumble bee
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 3, 2016 - 08:33am PT
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Sweet Suzie
She's a full-time dancer
And a high-stepping prancer
We love her to a man, sir,
She's every man's answer
She's Miss Charm
She's a money-maker
She's a hot tail-shaker
If you try to make her
She will calmly break yer
Effing arm
Don't mess with the girl
Just give her a twirl
She may give you a whirl
But only if you're name's Earl
Won't do you real harm
She's wild and she's cute
She leaves all the guys mute
For their amours she don't give two hoots
Instead she makes them lick her riding boots
Down on Maggie's farm
roy rogers - Terraplane Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtfXb1zUF9E
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sorry but until an hour ago I was only aware of the post on the last page
The one before this one and now I've got to go.
but I'll read every word, twice & out loud
if it suits
To my meeceez
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Pissing contest?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 3, 2016 - 11:16am PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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What makes a Good Lemon
The lemon tree waited in rapt anticipation
Five dogs had gone by but none took a sniff
An old man lingered and pruned him a bit
With his snifter of rum
He lingered there some
Then the lemon felt a welcome reprieve
A large group of Newfoundlands stopped to relieve
And emptied their bladders on the old lemon tree
Which attracted some Great Danes
As the afternoon waned
All spring through the summer and into the fall
The odiferous attraction brought all manner of species
From rabbits to humans, all welcome sans feces
Come December the lemons were ripe and were huge
All thanks in part to the rancid deluge
-bushman
09/03/2016
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