I have no problems practically running up and down ladders while shingling roofs in the summer, but I would have issues with snow. I've seen Christmas Vacation too many times. One of the reasons I don't entirely mind my girlfriend being miles and miles away is that I can do anything I want around here without being told I can't buy some pizza rolls. I am questioning why I was so responsive to the idea of her coming up here this summer now.
I'm going skiing this weekend at Fernie. I've got all my kit together and I'm fucking ready to kill those slopes. I am so excited right now.
So it turns out that I am walking distance from two good pizza places, and a beer store. What more could someone want? Oh, right. Not nearly as much isolation. And a trip to Fernie wouldn't hurt, either.
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You filthy girl, you. Yay for a weekend where I don't have to go anywhere or do anything. I passed 3 times on going out tonight so I can sit at home, drink beer, play some video games, and relax. God it sounds so amazing right now. On to beer number 2. I harnessed my inner ToyToy this week when I was over at my parents house. My sister has a mini-yorkie that I referred to as a "muskie lure". They weren't happy, my cousin thought it was hilarious. Just imagine though, get one of these little fuckers with some silver wrapped around their legs, kicking around in the water. You'd catch some big fish. EDIT: Here's my dinner for the night. How can you tell I'm a bachelor that lives by himself? However, if it weren't 5 below right now (Fahrenheit for you Canucks) I'd be out grilling instead.
Jeeeeesus Christ, eh? If you're gonna be all uppity about your ass-backwards system of measuring temperature, at least put in the effort to spell it right. And if I were a mathematician, I'd say that "-5 below" means it's actually 5 degrees.
FUCK! You're right. I guess I was just so excited I decided to contradict myself everywhere. You'd be excited too if you were out of your hell of a job for the weekend. Ok, I'm not really that retarded, I just didn't think to proof at all. Hell, I have a math minor and am a database administrator/programmer.
Better stick to drugs there son, because you know fuck all about back country avalanches. With the warming trends going on as we speak, right now, the potential avalanche areas are growing at an alarming rate. That means that the avalanche that just happened doesn't get rid of the risk. In some cases, it even makes it more dangerous because it exposes some of the fragile under layers of snow, increasing the potential. REAL science, not something pulled out of your ass.
I thought drunk threads were all about things being pulled out of our asses. In any case, it's not me doing the backcountry skiing, and I'm sure primer's tight pants will save him somehow.
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*sigh* Once again, you're wrong. The tight pants will speed up his death. When in an avalanche, you want to create as big an air bubble around you as you can. There are even backpacks and vests that snowmobilers wear that act like a giant airbag and create a huge bubble around him. Tight pants means a bubble of the least possible volume, and imminent death. Hell, the shiny surface on the pants will probably reduce surface friction of the snow, therefore the surface tension, and it will pack tighter than it normally would, greatly reducing the already minimal amount of breathable air. Hell, we had a chick die a couple weeks ago because she took a header in deep snow. That's right, she went head first down in to the snow, couldn't get back up and out, and suffocated.
Yep, forgot the exact statistic, but something in the 75-percent range of avalanche victims die from asphyxia. If you're rescued within 15 minutes, the survival rate is 90 percent. Within 30 minutes, that drops to 50 percent. Of course, anyone with half a brain will look at avalanche terrain and say "fuck that."
Natural Selection can be beautiful. My stupid crackhead cunt neighbors are fighting again. I want to knock on their door and say something horrible. Ideas?