It is an inescapable fact of life on the Front Range that in climbing if you cant' pull you don't matter for shit. In 1992 when I first lived here I couldn't believe the stone so much in so little time. The girls were nice too...
Now the place is overrun with fat chicks hailing from Ames or Omaha or Wheatridge out-eating me 2:1 at the local pub in half the time. The stone is way more crowded but lately unbelievably the stone has been vacant near my house red yellow cool to the touch yet fierce.
Mind you Vito was set to work and created Le Panel very air I breath always a hand-ripping good time. Not that the stone is any less enjoyable only love-making sans arousal is fairly tense so having a fine pair of guns good for the soul on stone...
The hot breath of summer lingers another fucked autumn as climate change uses up the last fun bits of living on earth. Hot dry crowded like the man said; no doubt time then for ME to retire spin yarns...
"When I was your age it used to SNOW in TARGETADO (they used to call it 'Colorado' before SUPER-TARGET replaced the Constitution)", and so on...
Monday, September 27, 2010
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