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thebravecowboy
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The Good Places
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^def done the squishyfoot steamin' dogshit thing. I'd rather step in cold cat puke (again) than press a fresh-out-the-oven kibble-turd through my toes, for sure.
that turd-herding work in T-meadows, Timid, I know how that sh#t can make you rethink humanity in some pretty major ways. Who the hell produced this sh#t? Would anyone want all of these iPhones from the bottom of the vault? Is that an Almond Joy wrapper? Do I know anyone that wants that free T-shirt writhing in the dense, last-removed solid matter? How can I feel the urge to eat food in this moment?
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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during the wee hours,
while i was pullin' down youtube music and showin' y'all
the result of my compulsive youtube listening, my sweetheart's
cocker spaniel woke up and headed for the door.
normally, fifteen minutes later ... scratch, scratch, scratch
comes the signal "let me in, dammit." but on that occasion, no dog!
so i hollered into the dark. no dog. come sunrise,
i passed word that the dog was awol, i'm turning in!
so the rightful owner mounted a recovery effort, no joy.
my shift at the camp store came due and local garbage dumpers,
well versed in paying the nominal fee later, during business hours,
stopped in to settle the account and mentioned that during their pre dawn pass,
a dog unknown to them was sleeping deep in an open garbage can
next to the one they had stuffed.
(there's a planting area ramping up to a retaining wall that the cans shelter behind)
so off i went to check it out and by golly, there's the missing cocker ... in a bed of crab legs,
soaked in crab barf, but looking serenely satisfied ... for the moment.
the inevitable assault known colloquially as a cold hosing ended that!
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Living on Baffin Is. for a while I had the opportunity of trying several Inuit delectables. Mostly raw.
Warm raw seal brain, dug out of the bullet hole and mixed with seal oil and eaten like poi, was visually distressing but not disgusting.
But there were a couple I couldn't manage. One was qumuqs, large warble fly grubs which fall out from under the skin on the backs of caribou. Some Inuit eat 'em all squirming, warm and raw.
The other was igunaq, which is fermented walrus, which had certain characteristics of strong old cheese but you could smell it half a mile away. One sniff of that and I was running to get upwind.
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Darwin
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Wayne wins!
Various parts of Bowhead Whale cooked in Kaktovic were pretty good though, given how hungry I was. The boiled blubber tasted better than butter to me.
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chainsaw
Trad climber
CA
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DMV, IRS, Crooked County Supes and City Councils, Brown, Nunez, Becerra. Squeaky peanuts give me pain, but dont really hurt me. The former do.
I also have an aversion to oldschool science professors who in reality got liberal arts degrees by todays standards. No understanding of physical science. I had a soil science proff who said that pH was independent of concentration. I asked him if a single drop of HCL would acidify the ocean. He was totally stumped. I had a virology professor who didn't understand conventional current, having worked with electrons carrying negative charge for too long. He argued that the current from a car battery flows from the black - terminal towards the red + terminal. So the entire car body, connected to the black terminal is electrified? I asked. He said yes of course it was.... That dooshhbahg was a member of the National Academy of Science....
One of my Microbiology professors, chairman of Davis Microbiology for a time and sometimes my boss used to insist that all students use base ten logarithms to calculate natural growth and decay. I informed him that our students all had prerequisite calculus and understood natural logarithms. He scoffed at me and insisted that the old way was better. I liken his PhD to a stint in seminary. Crusty old fart used to loose my students grades.....
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Don Lauria
Trad climber
Bishop, CA
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Chainsaw,
I grant your expertise in physics and math. I question your mastery of possessive nouns and ask whether your old fart had memory problems or was just manually awkward?
No offense, just having fun.
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