This Ain't No @%&#@ Wienie Roast!!!

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bluering

Trad climber

Santa Clara, Ca.

Feb 22, 2010 - 09:41pm PT

Just throw your babe's snow white, lacy Italian thong and panty set in the washing machine with your dirtbag climbing pants and wall gloves, set the machine on "hot & thrash wash" and, when the machine has finished walking its way across the garage floor, yank the stuff out and put it in the dryer (along with the dog's bed and your wall shoes) and set the temp on "nuclear." Three hours later you will have a toasty warm mini-shirt and a girl who is ready to beat yer arse with your new A5 hammer. No sex tonight...

I hate f*#king posting this but I did just LOL!!!!!

Bwahahahaahhh!! That's why my wife makes me do my own stuff..."You don't nuke your stuff with bleach?"

"You don't seperate your stuff?"

Jaybro

Social climber

Wolf City, Wyoming

Feb 22, 2010 - 09:43pm PT

that was too funny, plastic man!

bvb

Social climber

flagstaff arizona

Feb 22, 2010 - 09:49pm PT

"wow! it's a whole herd of pink salamanders!"

Rob Roy Ramey

Trad climber

Colorado

Feb 24, 2010 - 02:14am PT

Thanks for the link. My original one is long-gone. I remember the day it arrived though. It was the day before my Ph.D. qualifying exam at Cornell University. It completely changed what happened the next day.

Qualifying exams in my department were always grueling and a dreaded rite of passage. Usually these came after 2-3 years of research and study. You sat before your faculty advisors and often an outside faculty member, and they bombarded with questions for hours. The interrogation was designed to test your command of the literature, probe the limits of your knowledge, test your mettle under pressure, and wash out the unworthy.

Obviously, these were a big deal and most students would dress up for the event. However, I took a different approach, skipping the suit and tie that day. Instead, I walked confidently into my qualifying exam wearing my favorite climbing shorts and my new "This Ain't no !@#$% Wienie Roast t-shirt." I had chalk on my hands from an intense bouldering session and the only sweat was that from a solid workout. I emerged from the exam room four hours later, tired but smiling. I laughed for hours afterwards.

After you climb El Cap, the rest is easy.