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slablizard
Dec 22, 2004, 10:03 PM
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Duuuuuude.
You forgot my bolt-gun that can shoot bolts trough ice and transform a perfectly trad area in a grid bolted mess in 10.2 seconds.
Not mentioning that I usually go climb with bottles of niytoglycerine....you know, for the beehives.
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In reply to: well, considering that we have the ninja's on our side, the boulderers and tradsters should make quick work of the sport guys. unless they bring those hilti or bosch dohickys. those are pretty scary. actually, those arn't nearly as scary as ice tools. i climb ice as well, i guess thats pretty trad. at least it doesn't involve bolts! so lets see if we can get the ice guys to join up as well. |
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cephas
Dec 22, 2004, 10:04 PM
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In reply to: actually, those arn't nearly as scary as ice tools. i climb ice as well, i guess thats pretty trad. at least it doesn't involve bolts! so lets see if we can get the ice guys to join up as well. |
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subtle
Dec 23, 2004, 2:54 PM
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Logically, this devolves into a sort of Iron Chef-esque scenario where we have Trad vs. Boulderer, then Sport vs. Ice, etc...culminating in some sort of grotesque crimping cook-off to determine...absolutely nothing.
I mean, this whole thread started as a joke.
...but then someone had to go and bring the Ninjas into it.
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euroford
Dec 23, 2004, 4:11 PM
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In reply to: ...but then someone had to go and bring the Ninjas into it.
i see why they call you subtle....
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sarcat
Dec 23, 2004, 5:33 PM
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So this old horse who is 'bout out to pasture and has relenquished his old hard man days to traverses and slight slopers was one day enjoying his sammich by himself when a mean smiley beanie wearing pad tote'n dude started yelling obsentities at him because the rock area wasn't big enough for him, his homies, the radio and their enormous bottomless volcano sized pot of chalk.
The old horse retorted: "you don't have the balls to climb rock" thinking he was safe on the topside of a roof he couldn't get over until he jugged up and over using a #2 cam. Somehow the smiley dynoed the roof and while slaping the upside slopper knocked the old horse off his perch to his death.
Feeling like king of his domain the smiley did the only thing he could think to do before the sheriff's gang squad cuffed him: :deadhorse:
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