On 24/08/2008 Mr hero wrote:
>I assure you MrsM10iswhereitsat, I was cutting it up on the floor alone,
>as always.
I am sorry Mr hero but I can’t help you with your loneliness problem. You shall have to go http://www.chockstone.org/Forum/Forum.asp?Action=DisplayTopic&ForumID=1&MessageID=19760&Replies=143&PagePos=0&Sort=Hits here for advice on that one, or maybe it is because you have an awkward style that needs plenty of space?
What were you cutting up? You weren’t making turtle jerky by any chance were you?
Fencepost Turtles
A 48-ish year old trad climber was in Horsham hospital getting stitched up. He had been cut by a rock that was dislodged by a gym climber, who was part of another climbing-party who were waiting at an Arapiles high belay. The rural doctor started up a conversation with the old man and pretty soon the topic got around to gym climbers and their presence at Arapiles.
"Well, ya know," drawled the old Nati tradster, "gym climbers when they are outdoors are what we call fencepost turtles."
Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a fencepost turtle was.
The old climber said, "when you're driving along a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's called a fencepost turtle."
The old climber saw a puzzled look on the doctor's face, so he continued to explain, "You know he didn't get up there by himself, he definitely doesn't belong up there, he doesn't know what to do while he is up there, and you just gotta wonder what kind of dill let him go up there in the first place!"
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