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mechrist
Gym climber
South of Heaven
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Topic Author's Original Post - Mar 25, 2013 - 04:42pm PT
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Nymphomaniac Jill
tried a dynamite stick for a thrill
they found her vagina in North Carolina
and bits of her tits in Brazil.
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Ksolem
Trad climber
Monrovia, California
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Mar 25, 2013 - 07:01pm PT
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In the spirit of the thread about the Pope and the Catholic Church...
From the depths of the crypt at St. Giles,
Came a scream which resounded for miles.
Said the Vicar "Good gracious!
Has Father Ignatius
Forgotten the Bishop has piles?"
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
bouldering
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Mar 25, 2013 - 08:01pm PT
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There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Mar 27, 2013 - 01:17am PT
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Watched my stalker
Have total meltdown today
Satisfying yet sad
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jaaan
Trad climber
Chamonix, France
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Mar 27, 2013 - 08:44am PT
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In the spirit of the thread about the Pope and the Catholic Church...
... and to balance it up:
There was a young man from Devon,
who was raped on the altar by seven
Anglican priests,
the insidious beasts,
such is the kingdom of heaven.
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ydpl8s
Trad climber
Santa Monica, California
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Mar 27, 2013 - 11:32am PT
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There once was a lady from York,
Who tried to eat sh&t with a fork,
Her son cried "You Goon!",
"You eat sh&t with a spoon!",
"It's pork that you eat with a fork!"
Now we know what's in that Yorkshire pudding.
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Mar 27, 2013 - 12:58pm PT
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Infestation
An itch both persistent and serious
Drove a friendly young lass near delirious.
Said the doc, “Have no fear -
It’s not fatal, my dear -
Just a large convocation of Phthirus
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Since Christ became ardently sexual
His climbing has been most ineffectual.
Sublimation, he found, could be gotten around
With things more directly erectile.
--Steve Thompson & Jeff Dozier on Chris Fredericks, nicknamed Christ
Now we're getting down, Wayne!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 01:26pm PT
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These are supposed to be BOUNCY. Like Tiggers.
What happens to us when we die?
Do we live in a hole or the sky?
To rot in the ground
or something profound?
Or dunked in some Canada Dry?
Not bouncy.
We slide down life's slippery slope
and down in the darkness we grope.
We look but we're blind.
There's nothing to find:
A cesspool where there is no soap.
A little more bounce, please.
There's nothing ahead but the void,
Just death and all future destroyed.
A black hole, a pit,
It's over, that's it!
It's Nothing that we can't avoid.
Losing bounce by the second, here...
Disaster and blunder and gaffe:
The legacy left is a laugh;
Bush seeks to defend
mistakes without end
and tries to make wheat out of chaff.
It’s obvious George doesn’t get it.
He swears that he’ll never regret it.
A moron or zealot,
he still tries to sell it.
Too bad that the world can’t forget it.
He tripped on his mission from God;
with jackboots his footprints were trod.
He stepped on our rights
and in the wrong fights:
I guess he can’t hear himself plod.
All from LimerWrecks.
http://limoday.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 02:27pm PT
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Peters to Dickson to Schwantz,
Their DP is all a fan wants.
Till one drops the ball,
The ump blows the call,
And the ball park erupts into taunts.
--MFM
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Big Breasted Woman
Trad climber
The Brown Crack
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Jul 24, 2013 - 03:51pm PT
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There once was a man from Boston
Who drove around town in his Austin
He had room for his ass
And a gallon of gas
But his balls dragged behind
And he lost 'em
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TwistedCrank
climber
Dingleberry Gulch, Ideeho
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Jul 24, 2013 - 03:55pm PT
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The c@nt is a strange and mysterious beast,
All slimy and oozing and hairy,
Once a month, at the very least,
It oozes the color of cherry.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 06:40pm PT
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Bouncy, Cragman.
Yours, too, BBW.
How low can I go I don’t know
It depends upon her Aunt Flo
If she says its okay
Begin the foreplay
But if she says no I won’t go
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 11:07pm PT
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There once was a monk in Siberia
Whose existence grew steadily drearier,
Till he broke from his cell
With a hell of a yell
And eloped with the Mother Superior.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 24, 2013 - 11:24pm PT
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I’m going to hike Mt. Starr King,
My second time climbing the thing.
It’s good for the lazy,
It won’t drive you crazy,
It’s gentle, and makes my heart sing.
It’s rounded and looks like a breast.
It’s only a C-cup at best.
North Dome’s a nice figure
And Half Dome’s is bigger
But the biggest of all is Cloud’s Rest.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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There was a man from St. Clair
He once screwed his wife in a chair
On the seventeenth stroke
The damned chair broke
Number eighteen was up in the air
Bouncy, isn't it, Doc?
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weezy
climber
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there once was a poster named rong
had no clue of what's going on
engages in debate that makes one irate
one longs for the day he is gone
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Chewybacca
Trad climber
Montana, Whitefish
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When the night is hot and sticky
Ain't no time to dunk your dickie
When the frost is on the pumpkin
That's the time for dickie dunkin'
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weezy
climber
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there once was a taxidermist who posts fluff
for whom to keep up was incredibly tough
he consistently treads in every thread
someone get this guy a dead animal to stuff
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skywalker
climber
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We are mountaineers with hairy ears
who sleep in caves and ditches.
We wipe our ass with broken glass
and laugh because it itches.
Us mountaineers with hairy beards
climb in painter's britches.
We stuff our c%cks in broken rocks
we are crazy sons-a-bitches
Something like that...
S...
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