Hanging Lake and Sopris pics

Hanging Lake

Sopris

Merry Christmas, Happy Channukah, Jolly Kwanzaa, and so on.

Hope you all have a great holidays! Enjoy:

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work load

Its finals time here at UW, and it is conforting to know that the school of pharmacy (of which I am working to get into) sends out an e-mail around finals to say good-luck on finals and provide a suicide crisis phone number. Perhaps the work load is a bit heavy?

This is God

Homecoming

I'd like to begin by saying there has been some funtastic blogs being blogged on the blogger, but I would like to see some more frequent posts. Everyday I check it excitedly to see if something new has been said but oft I'm stuck with the same feeling I get after an aerobic poo only to find a few little deer pellet turds. I realize I rarely post but that's totaly different.
Second, My sidekick and I are planning on skiing in CO sometime right after new years as of right now. What are your individual plans and who wants to volunteer to provide me with "boozchihoucheefoosing" (booze, chicks, cheese, food, and housing...in that order. I am keeping soo real here. - Jake

Who Does Kyle Look Like?

I've heard them all, but I need a vote. Does Kyle look like:

Topher Grace?

The fire guy from Fantastic Four?

Ralph Fiennes?

Bob Odenkirk?

James Van Der Beek?

God?

Sorry

But this question just had to be raised. Do people really jerk off with a sock? It seems like everywhere I look, "grab a sock" implies the first phase of a jacking off process, and I just don't get it. It seems like the man and the sock both suffer each other's involvement in the act.

P.S. I went to high school with a kid who's method of choice was to fill a bag with lube, stick it between his two mattresses and hump away.

How to draw nipples on models using paintshop

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Free poon on tuesdays for testicle heads

So who is going to be in Aspen for New Years and are there any suggestions/gameplans? For everyone who is not I'll leave with this to ponder:

I can't believe its not butter and with a name like Smuckers, it has to be goood. Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun. Just do it. I'm lovin it. Did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?

A Conan Thanksgiving, by Dee Scanlan

Thanksgiving was a lot of fun. We all gathered at the Smith's, ate cheesy chicken dip, and got drunk. The mood changed, however, when Kyle couldn't handle losing at ping pong. He quickly descended into a madness of Thanksgiving proportions...

He completely freaked out, cried, and morphed into a creepy-crawly monster.

Rob was the first to make a break for it...

...and then Jeremy tried to escape...

...but Marie got stuck. Kyle was so cruel, so merciless in his pursuit of ankles, that something had to be done.
So Rob and Jeremy did the right thing, and came back to save Marie. They struggled long and hard to subdue Kyle, and were ultimately successful. Little did they know, it was too late. The madness was contagious...

My sister lost her thumb, watched her pointer finger turn into a baby penis, and the cycle started all over again...

Physical Challenge

So Today I was frisby golfing. It was about 55 and sunny, despite breaking into the 10s last night. On about hole 15 I pull an unfortunate righty and my disk flies onto the lake, bounces, rolls, and comes to a stop about 20 feet out on thin ice. No good stick in sight and we headed back the the car spiteful of the fridgid tomb that encapsulated my trusty arch-angel. We realized upon arrival that we had 2 dog collars, and 1 bungy cord, a cooler lid....perhaps recipe for a hooking system. After some preparation and fruitless stick hunting, we threw our first lifeline at sunset. Woefully short. So we added my belt. Still short. The Dog Collar. It was possible, but it would take a perfect throw, perfect roap-handling and some luck. Fortunately we had all of these.

It took at least 10 shots to get it to budge, but the quit was not yet even on the table. We came to the course for a skill game and weren't going to just leave when presented with another. We were getting wetter, colder and more frustrated but finally had some luck. I did what is known in the national beer-porn circuit as my Zen Shot. It has 4 steps: 1)close eyes, begin deeper breething 2) Clear mnind, focus on nothing for a few seconds, 3) fill mind with confidence 4) open eyes, renew confidence, shoot. We dragged the cooler lid in slowly, binging the bastard frisby a few feet, shot again, moved a few more and confidence was soaring. Length was no longer an issue, so we tied the dog to a tree and reapplied my belt. Then another good shot turned horrible, the cooler lid anchor and one of the leashes came untied from the bungy cord and lay out on the ice abotu 5 feet past the reach of the stick. The belt came back off, the other leash and the harnes were tied to the middle of the stick and an anchor receiving anchor was made. 5 shots and several rocks glided from across the pond and we combined the 2 anchors ot form the super anchor. A couple more shots and the trophy disk was just out of reach of the stick. The the cooler lid came untied and lay out on the ice. So anchor 2 was reconstructed, and we got the frisby then the lid. The whole effort took over an hour and used a total of 8 tools.

And I'm feeling great. I made a $1 pizza and a salad with tiger, sweet baby, 2 dressing, tostitos, salsa, lettuce and tons of croutons. High ingredients are always a sign of a high mood, which I am attributing to the random task. As kids we all used to do it, and had a great time of it. Make up a physical challenge and play it out. It really helps the mood, especially when it is soured by too much mental effort. It's human nature to always focus on challenges, we're well served to find some fun ones, and often that necesitates making one up.