I just wanted to get in a few topropes to test my recently operated-on knees and it was snowy outside. So I made the mistake of going to the new Hole Fuuds Climbing Gym in the Center of the Climbing Universe.
You know that juicy gristly sound you hear when yarding the leg off the Thanksgiving turkey? The creepy gurgling pop and rip? Well I didn't have to wait until Thanksgiving this year
Welcome to Blog 5. What happened to Blog 4 you ask? It was a nice little parody of how bad most climbing blogs are. To quote DPM's editorial staff "This sucks more than a high school girl on prom night." Ha - nailed it so goo
Right now my forearms ache so much hitting the computer keys stings the torn muscle fibers. This is due to the R-rated exploits yesterday and I'm not talking a double date with Ginger and Mary Ann.
Matt begged me in bootlicking nosebrowning degradation to join the 21st century and blog for DPM. Lucky for him I'm weak, unemployed, homeless and need some extra change for single malt so I caved.
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