Killing In The Name Of wrote:
Most of my friends take off their shirts at the drop of a hat. Some of 'em even have better boobs than Handsome Rob (sorry, dude, you're still bringin' back sexy). Worthwhile interaction does find itself in scarce supply around these parts, on occasion. Why should that surprise any of us? I've met chemists and physicists climbing, also a whole lot of theiving shitbirds, proto-tards, has-beens, never-was's, topropers, rap-bolters, retro and would-be retrobolters, and a couple of trustafarians here and there, as well as the usual complement of bipolar agenda-of-rage guides. A local veteran once told me "you've got a decent chance when you meet a fireman that they're an ok human being. Climbers? It's the 99th percentile if they shower and brush their teeth once a week, much less give a shit about anyone but themselves and what they can stuff into their pockets as they pilfer through area after area..." I'm paraphrasing, but he had a point. Don't expect morals from strippers or integrity from itinerant dirtbags or real estate sellers. Just to get a final dig in, there.