Climb this
So...Went "rock-climbing" this weekend with the milf and kids.Which basically consists of going to a hippie commune and
watching a bunch of arrogant, self-righteous, outdoorsy types scale a wooden facade like a bunch of chimps, whilst verbally slapping each other on the ass.
None the less I had an okay time. My fingers are killing me. As I am the only one in the flock of monkeys I arrived with to try the more (not most) difficult wall and achieve any height at all.
Will most likely not be able to handle a chefs knife all week at work.
None the less. If I were just a little more in shape it might be something I considered doing on a regular basis.
Although I think the solace of the empty rock escarpment would be preferential to the hippie-athlete abode where one ascends a rock without leaving a building or seeing a rock.
posted by Chef @ 2/20/2006 09:09:00 PM
1 Comments:
Dude,
I could have told you that rock climbing is where you will meet hippies.
I remeber it well. I was a young lad of only 14, and I went on my first big adventure, rock climbing and cave exploring in and aroun Yellowstone. I met a park ranger that freaking hates bears, but I also met my first hippies.
I remember my dad telling me to be on my guard around them, and how they nearly destroyed this country, but they hardly ever put up a fight.
Though I do hate hippies and pacifists in general, they are at least much better than furries.
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