well, goodness--i did mention a dark alley after all.
you're easily intimidated, granite, if you take that as some kind of personal threat. perhaps it's because of what you really have to hide--not a dark ops association, but a lack of climbing credentials and any real interest that would justify your obtrusive presence on this forum. if you were a real climber, you'd be much easier, and a tad more respectful, in this company. i guess i have a slanderous accusation of my own for you: sociopath.
I kicked a live possum (an oppossum, aka a possum of opportunity, a likely target) over a nearagation ditch with pointy-toed Italian shoes and then hid him/her under a 55-gallon drum we found on the bank. It was at night. We were under-aged. Heh-heh.
We were just havin' fun. Po' possum. Wind in the Willows was later and it never would have happened had I read it before the night the possum died and it might not have died--it probably died. Or it might not even have gotten kicked.--Jack Handy
We weren't out stalking', though. Just cruisin', so...
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