Dr. Shmashmortion?

9/6/2008

Saturday was pretty, p-retty good. I got on Power a lot more times than I thought was possible for a heffer. I still can't get to the pinch which is apparently the crux for just me. Well I guess the fat chick from SLO too but that's a different story. I'm getting really antsy at wanting to literally beat the snuff outta this 5.11d that I am tempted to eat Shamu's first born capybara. I don't really have anything to put up as a regimen that I stuck to or ALL the routes that I attempted. That's it.
Mr. Lee's shall be taken over by me shortly in the weeks, yes weeks, to come. My POA shall be no more than 5 redpoints. I might have to flash 5 redpoints to make a name for myself and then maybe even soloing something too. We'll see.

Quote of the Day:

Knocked Up

Ben Stone: Hey Doc Howard, Ben Stone calling, guess what the fuck's up? Allison is going into labor and you are not fucking here, you know where your at? Your at a fucking bar mitzvah in San Francisco you motherfucking piece of shit, and you know what I'm gonna have to do now? I'm going have to kill you, I'm gonna pop a fucking cap in your ass. Your dead, your Tupac, you are fucking Biggie you piece of shit, I hope you fucking die or drop the chair and kill that fucking kid... I hope your plane crashes, peace fucker!