koots, if you want to climb, pick up the phone. SRSLY. YOU NEVER CALL ANYMORE :*(
IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
KAREBEAR – DETACHED HIS BICEP FROM THE FRIGGIN’ BONE! REALLY??!!! C’MON SON! YOU TOO DAMN STRONG SON!
KOOTS – HAS/HAD A SORE ELBOW. TEAR TEAR.
PJ – POPPED SOMETHING IN HIS RING FINGER WHILE FORERUNNING HIS OWN TURD OF A PROBLEM DURING THE FEATS OF STRENGTH COMP. FAILED TO TELL COACH KOOTER CAUSE HE WAS AFRAID OF BEING KICKED OF THE ELITE SETTING TEAM. WHAT A WUZZY!!!
TKNY – “BROKE HIS HIKING BOOTS” …………………………KOOTS, TAKE IT FROM HERE.
GAYLO – POPPED A FINGER SOMEWHERE IN BISHOP. PROBABLY ON SOME SAGGY BALLS DUMPFEST AT THE FUCKIN’ HAPPYS.
WOLFERT – GOT HAMMERED AT SOME PJ JAMMIN’ PARTY AND THOUGHT IT WAS A GREAT IDEA TO CAMPUS ON CRIMPS ON THE 45 WALL! GUESS WHAT? FAIL!!! BLOWN FINGER!
JOSH – WHILE IN COSTA RICA, HE TOOK A SURF BOARD TO THE DOME, NEARLY REMOVING HIS EYE! APPARENTLY HE HAD A LUMP ON HIS HEAD THE SIZE OF A LARGE ANAL BEAD.
I can’t believe no one is willing to climb this week. 60′s and sunny all week, and not one basshead is willing to climb outside.
FINE.
I get the hint. Tim’s drunk voice mail last night spelled it all out.
No one wants to climb with ME.
-signing off for GOOD
whatever.
friends.
pff.
me: no go hiking to find new boulders the thing you always say you do, but never actually do
GET OUT THERE
SON
Tim: die
i have a job
me: OMG
Tim: and plenty to do
me: like
3 days a week
you have to set out some shoes
Tim: i have no time to do that shit. leave it to andy who doesnt fucking have a job
me: and be all
size 8 son
Tim: huh?
me: if you don’t contribute
Tim: WTF ARE YOU GAPPIN ABOUT?
me: then we won’t take you to the new area
Tim: child please
me: so get the fuck out there
and hike in the snow
Tim: c’mon son
how have i not contributed?
me: i’m gonna rub your face in the snow
if you don’t immediately say you are sorry
you haven’t hiked anywhere
Tim: i am not sorry
me: do i have to spell it all out
Tim: and yes i have
me: GO FUCKING HIKE
OR GET BEAT UP
your choice
Tim: YOU GO FOR A FUCKING HIKE
me: ok
you’re gonna catch the vicious beat down son
i wouldn’t even respond to me again
until after i hand it out to you
dont’ do it
stop now
Tim: WHAT THE FUCK EVER SON. GET THE FUCK ON OUTTA HERE WITH DAT BULLLLL SHIT
me: beatdown doubled
Tim: yall need to go fucking send my problems
ever think of that?
me: there aren’t any
and they all suck
Tim: ever think that some of my ascents have only seen one or two repeats?
Tim: bishes have no clue
me: all the boys say, “tims problems are for girls”
Tim: CAUSE NONE OF THEM HAVE DONE THEM
me: then they are all, let the girls climb them
that is going on bass
Tim: well, when you do glamorpuss, dark foreboding and pulled apart, get back to me.
me: basically you’re gonnna get beat down
Tim: bring it
you fail
ill go for a hike when you do ONE of my problems
youve done NONE
and ive spent a shit load of time on your problems, at your areas to keep up with “you guys”
cause im “lame” if i dont repeat “y’alls” problems
so just remember. YOURE GETTING THE BEAT DOWN NOW SON.
me: not really
no one said you were lame….. because of that…
me: actually, i climbed “super vagmo direct” last year. v2-
Tim: hows your finger?
Tim: i mean elbow
me: ready to drop on your face
go for a hike.
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