Dangers of trad
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Duncan Dominguewrote: One liter from the Camelback, 2 liters from peeing his pants. |
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Greg Dwrote: Oh come on, can't we hold out for one water, one pee, and uh, one liter sticky? Kinda balance things out??
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Old lady Hwrote: Kinda like one bourbon, one whiskey, and one beer? (Any Thorogood fans?) Edit: To AV’s drinking/drug metaphor….I think doing thin multipitch ice/mixed is more like pulling up to a remote desert biker bar and spinning donuts on your GSX-R1000 in the parking lot, then walking in and kicking the first guy you see square in the balls while shouting for the barkeep to bring you a Stella —you’re pretending you do this all the time, and it ain’t nuthin, inside you know you’re likely not going to survive this, but when somehow you do, you feel like “uh huh, that’s right, I’m the man”…for about 10 minutes until reality sets in |
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Old lady Hwrote: Appreciate your input here, Helen. Cheers =p |
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Mark Pilatewrote: FTFY |
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Greg Dwrote: Ahhhhhh, right. Thx. |
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Duncan Dominguewrote: Was gonna say that homie spelled urine kinda weird. |
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Jake Joneswrote: Nah just trynng to get u posers off the good routes |
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Dangers of hot sauce. Some like a little kick, some like it extra spicy, some just want to suffer. There is something for everyone in trad. In the early 90's while attending high school in fort collins a guy named jim started making hot wings and made people sign a waiver if they truly wanted his hottest hot wings. They were 5.12X on my scale. Survived, but not something I ordered twice and definitely felt it again the next day. |
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FrankPSwrote: You can find them in the millennial generation dictionary. |
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This thread is lovely. The whole troll fam in 2 pages |




