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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What neat phrases to describe lunar phases.
Sam y Jeysus,
Try and get oloose,
First boats on Sunnyngside, Rattlesnide hide...
Don't ming dyin', I'm just twenty-one and die don't give me the Moose.
Pretty good rock n' roll, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Home t'again.
Holmes t'again, call me the pinkg pig.
Holmes, againt, Holmes, the phrasing called "a-gang & y ging."
Diggerty dig.
GRASS TACKS.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Speaking of Gandy Dancers, some folks actually work for a living.
For home use only, don't go bandying this around in public - or else.
Warning: gratuitous spider web shot @3:35. Rumoured to be where Koerner picked up his moniker.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Intermission.
5.9, let's go to the Coffee Shop.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]If I had my MP3 thru forty-seven miles of bob wire, this is the stuff I'd be listening to. To which I would be grazing my eyes on the pastures of heaven, paradise, the ditch.[Click to View YouTube Video]
It is IN THE INTEREST of you aesthetes to observe the severity of the drought as interpreted in Browns, Greys, and Greens. These schemes mean dreams of water, light, and power.
And flying, climbing, and dancing.
It was all mine, and people that I met were glad to share their wear and tear in lifetimes live here in hearing distance of God's deep voices.
I was happy trailin' it with God's music playing in my head. Witchy tai tow.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Huel de Merced, my friend.
A rather half-hearted whack at the club sign.
"when questioned who had sent for him
he answered with his thumb ..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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At the Ahwahnee.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How many Indians will fit in this thing?
U know I don't care.
Sometimes the bear eats your shoots and you're up the creek.
Thank you, Amyjo!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have many stories that were told to me. Be patient. This was a trip of a lifetime, in many ways, and a potential watershed, depending on a few million words about life in the Naked Campground.
And, fer sure, the creek's not rising, so we got lots of time.
And I'm not just sitting here while the sun's still shining, back door, front door, they both lead ANYWHERE but here.
Julia's new place in the Visitors' Center is no more than what her people lived in their whole lives. Why should she concern herself by demanding more from them? She has a doctorate, is more understanding of things than Lucy from Peanuts, her daughter notwithstanding, brilliant in her own write, and now currently teaching skeezing an living in June, but the snow better come soon.
I early-on met up with Chickenskinner's neighbor and former employer,
a bus drover named not Grover but Sam and he took me all over,
to the Ahwahnee and back to the Village,
later on for my dodge into the newly renovated Ahwahnichi Lodge belonging to Doc Parker.
I looked in at Degnans's and decided to pillage
a Half Dome,
lunchwise,
and ran smack into a party of one little Indian gal from the Coast
and had the nicest little interview.
We're talking interested, interested, interested.
Here I am inserted.
She charms. She beguiles. Old mouse beams his smiles.
Chuckah! That's the word! Mouse-proven.
We find common in the fact she lives with stuff just to hand in that little lodge.
My place it practically is the same. I long-lean to fetch, a drink from the fridge is right there, and the bathroom's a lot closer, but she is as happy as a mouse in it's nest. Who could of asked for more?
Say, this is a pleasant task, but I must ask
Your collective indulgence.
I feel the need to indulge.
Be back and so will I.
Bring yer friends.
It's guest star night, Tuesday.
We're featuring one of Hoppy's Favorites, a cook from the Lodge, as well as Doctor Parker, a non-smoker.
Wiggle those ears, dry those tears, and have a brew like me. But not Lagunitas, do yerselves that favor, try apple flavor from Angry Orchard.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Uh, nope. I'll Czech.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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i have killed for less, moosei. r u a russki spy or just a plant, like moss, which may not even be a plant anymore, the way they change the world.
"The Answer"
I'm a tiny dancer
Dancing all the time
I'll be at Cosmic's
And I'll be full of whyme.
I LOVE DROOLERS!
Who do YOU love?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Wven I"
I put you ana pedostal.
Look at hw u recompense.
I stillove ya, Mossee.
Heer. It's not beer. It is cheer.
Let's take a musical interlude.
In G, by Golly.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I got no ready music like a Chopin'tude.
You are a quick study, Mr. Brown Fox from Polandet X.
Quicker than drying socks.So dumb...pull my other thumb.
:o)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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SHOE SHOTS.
The shoe fits, wear the threads.
Take yer shots.
MOON SHOTS and the STrange Case of Biscuit Death.
The crescent reminds me of a shooting in Nevada.
Somebody got done Rong.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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THE GIANT MOUSE FROM SUMATRA.
Who's behind is the what you said, STones?
Only a spoonful of cocoa left, Foodsom.
We've a little money left over for food.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'll take it straight, Flottsom...you see, their teeth grow thru their brains in Sumo wrestling...It's more Irish than Spring without bathing.
It was at Point Blank that I shot her, but she's Irish, she's tough.
Dipping the ripe cheese again...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR UNCLE BABY
STANDING IN THE SHADOWS
Tell me a story about how you adore me
Live in the shadow, see through the shadow,
Live through the shadow, tear at the shadow
Hate in the shadow, and love in your shadowy life
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