And once again, Reno shows his total lack of a sense of humor.

1. You insinuate that a long time, upstanding, quality member of this climbing community... whom you've never met... practices with her pillow (at what, you don't identify,).

2. You assume that I'm "finger f---ing" the "Google Button."

3. You show your inability to have a serious conversation, yet you continually berate others for "flaming you."

What part of that is supposed to be funny?

she already said she does you nimrod.

what else would you be f---ing?

if you think this thread is serious, you're dumber than you appear usually

... you are like a child, who wonders into the middle of a movie ....

1. You insinuate that a long time, upstanding, quality member of this climbing community... whom you've never met... practices with her pillow (at what, you don't identify,).

2. You assume that I'm "finger f---ing" the "Google Button."

3. You show your inability to have a serious conversation, yet you continually berate others for "flaming you."

What part of that is supposed to be funny?

Reno,

Why is it that you are defending a person who actually gets my humor and is not offended by it? She has proven to have a great sense of humor. You, on the other hand, are turning out to be a real killjoy. Stop patronizing her. She doesn't need your protection. She actually handles herself much better than you.

Actually, I have shown an astute ability to maintain serious conversations, not that I always choose that path. You just happen to decimate some of them with your dogmatic Reno's-word-is-the-final-word attitude about certain topics. There is no f---ing way that you have the information from all of those topics stored in your brain, which is why your arguments oftentimes sound like media bytes. So I maintain that you are indeed finger f---ing the Google button, and I would also venture to say that you would not have so much information - albeit abridged - at your immediate recall during a live debate.

So lighten up. I have tried on most occasions to be friendly to you, but you don't make it easy.

Stop making insults to others here, and I'll not be forced to expose you for the putz that you are.

And work on your sense of humor, because what you pass off as "humor" is quite insulting. To more folks than you probably think.

Edited for a typo.

Rufus....

I don't know who is pissed and who is not, but I have to say, you have a great style.

Thanks, Nate. There is nothing but good natured fun on this end of the line.

Aw!! Who´s family album was that?

:lol:

That´s a low blow...

:lol:

'Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the shack
Not a creature was stirrin', cept the lice on muh back.
The skoal cans wuz nailed to the screen door with care,
With hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were sleepin', all snug in their beds,
While visions of tractor pulls danced in their heads.
And Ma in her nightgown all stained with pound cake.
Had just settled down to watch Ricki Lake.

When out in the driveway, a loud noise I heard,
I opened the winder to check muh T-bird.
I ran to the door, like I's on a mission,
But I tripped on some parts from muh granny's transmission.

The moon shone outside, the hound dog wuz barkin'.
Muh daughter weren't home yet, she wuz still out parkin'.

When what to muh whiskey blind eyes should I see
But a Chevy S-10, pulled by eight flyin' sheep.
With a fat nasty driver, so disgustin' and sick
I said "Shoot Fire!" That must be St. Nick!

More rapid than X-lax his wooly sheep came
And he belched and he hollered, and he called 'em by name.

Now CLIFFORD! Now VERNON! Now LESTER and ENUS!
On FESTUS! On ELMER! On ROSCOE and CLETUS!

From the top of the shack to them there garbage bins
Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away youins!

I heard a loud sound on the roof of muh shack.
Pud down muh beer and went fer muh gun rack.
He fell through the roof, plum killed my dog,
I swear that ole' Santa looked just like Boss Hog.

He wore a T-shirt, rebel flag on the front,
And his jeans were all bloody from that morning's hunt.
A big nekkid lady tattooed on his arm,
And he wore black boots that he'd picked up in 'Nam.

His eyes, how they glazed from too much Wild Turkey.
From the side of his mouth hung a stick of beef jerky.
A scar on his cheek from a fight with the cops.
The veins on his face looked ready to pop.

The butt of a Marlboro clung to his lip
He wore a hip pack full of B-B-Q chips.
He had a fat face and a hairy beer belly.
I ain't seen one that big since muh ex-wife Shelly.

He was gap-toothed and dumb with an I.Q. of three
And I laughed cause that redneck was smarter than me.
A wink of his eye, a fierce shake of his head,
From his hair came a rat that ran under the bed.

He reached in his sack, sipped his gin and tonic,
Then filled the kid's stockings with Hooked on Phonics.
His toys came from Big Lots and they weren't very nice
But he had lots of them and yuh can't beat the price.

He gave us a tape of them hound dogs that sing Jingle Bells.
Some Crisco, some Spam, some Oatmeal Cream pies,
And a Nascar T-shirt in Double X size.

When the presents were gone and he had no more,
He staggered and stumbled right through muh screen door.

He hopped in his truck, to his sheep gave an order
"Hurry up youins! To the Tennessee border!"
And I heard him cry out, with a strong southern drawl,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU REDNECKS! MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!"

I have to say that this is greatly amusing. The fact that you managed to blindly lead numerous posters here under the pretense that you are holding court has got to be included among the most obscene things you have accomplished on the site lately. I can't say I've been around here long enough to spout off about the line of puerile condescensionistas asinine idea of assuming the crown to a hermartiatic realm of their own design. So, I'll simply give you your due as the carnival geek of community who fought his way to the stage of his own little sideshow. In comparison to any serious minded information that is exchanged between thousands of other members on this site, you really are a sideshow. IMO if you have half the driven intellect supposed in your defenses, you would be up to an entirely different kind of mischief. Good luck with that thing.

Oh! Oh! Pick me! Pick me! I have something to saaaayyyy:

1. I used to constantly hump my pillow. Seriously, it started when I was about 6. I don't do it that much anymore but I had a boyfriend tell me once that I had really strong thighs and I hurt him with them when we were "playing". My secret. . .pillow humping. Yes, it's true.

2. Holy crap. Reno is one of the few who have made me laugh until my stomach hurt. Remember the ice fest when you told me about your girlfriend's pendulous breasts? I think everyone was watching us while you fondeled the air as if you were making sweet love to your girlfriends boobies. And I remember you keeping your humor in check when we bailed off that manky piton. Still managed to keep it light. And then there was that time we were climbing in Eldo and you split your pants and I saw your heart boxers and how you let me give you crap about it for the remaining pitches of the climb. Dude, I adore you!

3. And Rufie, I like your style sometimes too. You're like me in the fact that you're passionate and vocal about your feelings and people hate you for it. Not that you need my approval or anything but I felt compelled to chime in. I wonder what you'd be like as a climbing partner. I bet you're fun as hell to climb with. Just a hunch.


It's too bad we're all so misunderstood online. I think for the most part, if most of us met, we'd have lots to talk about, disagree about, agree about, laugh about, etc. . . but I think that one thing that we should remember is what drew us to this site, our love for climbing. If we have nothing else in common, at least we have that. Right? Right? Can you feel me?

Ya, I'll try to keep it centered on buzzwords or at least something under three syllables for the duration.

As far as Reno goes, I really just started paying attention to these flame wars between the two. I have yet to see Rufus EVER say anything that made Reno/anyone look like a dumbass. I mean did you see a few pages back where Rufus' response to my posts was to post pictures of rednecks he found surfing the net? You gotta be kidding me. How in the hell can someone expect to be taken seriously and keep up such an attitude when that's the best they got. I don't care what accomplishment you may have, you've failed at attaining any class, or manners for that matter. I never agreed with you before, but when you pointlessly try to bait and offend me, I got tired of hjearing anything else you have to say.