coray

weekend of bouldering and goodtimes... alas I'm to tired to write about it....

OH, carob chips don't exist... if someone tells you they do, they are pulling your leg... b/c I looked for them, and none were to be found.... of course the IGA and teh asian market might not of been the best places to look, but those were teh places I went.....

I bid you all a Good Night...


p.s. I love these conversations:

K says:
tag... it is now you who are the one who is "it"

C says:
noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

K says:
tis true...you have been given a taste of your own medicine..and it tastes like death

C says:
hahaha.... indeed I have.... but this will only fuel my rage.... this is not over my friend.... not by a long shot

K says:
I accept your challenge..my tagging gloves will hang beside my computer in an alert position at all times..I will be prepared

C says:
and so it is.... for a moment I fear for our children's children, as they will be forced to continue this battle.... but then I think about it more, and it brings a smile to my face

K says:
my children and theirs will be born prepared

K says:
I must now go and start training my niece and nephew...

K says:
good day to you sir

C says:
ahh, indeed... in that case I'm off to, ummm, create some children of my own, as they must beginin training as soon as possible..... Good day, and g'luck...you'll need it.....