17 Down Under:
17 DOWN UNDER. "A celebration of moderate grade climbing in Victoria". 184 pages. 285 images. Father & son team, Steve & John Morris, embark on a journey to climb and photograph 50 of the best rock climbs in Victoria, grade 17 & under. Inc bookmark $50.00
Too many videos on this last page, that I can't watch in my work environment.
Here's an old fashioned text FF:
Two Kiwis are riding horses along the fence line of their property and find a sheep with it's head stuck in the fence.
One bloke jumps off his horse and, of course as most Kiwis would, has his way with the sheep. When he was finished he said to his mate: "Right, your turn!" His mate jumped off his horse and stuck his head in the fence.
I'm pretty sure that joke is a few pages back but it was a couple of boulderers or something.
On 4/02/2011 daave wrote:
>A shirtless, beanied boulder and a bearded, scraggly aid climber in NZ,
>were walking along the access trail to a crag. With the weather perfect
>for any form of climbing, the pair stumbled across a sheep with its head
>stuck firmly in a wire fence.
>Now, the quick thinking boulder thought to himself “Holy moly, Christmas
>has come early this year” and proceeded to take advantage of the sheep
>as his focus on bouldering had left him without the fitness to actually
>catch a sheep for himself.
>As the baahing came to an end, the boulder zipped up his jeans, turned
>to the aid climber and asked, “I’m finished with it mate, sure you don’t
>want to get yourself some of that?”
>The aid climber, looking excited, nodded, knelt down and stuck his head
>through the wire fence...
Derek my M10 love isn't big on satire, but he thought the following joke has its moments. Perhaps you will like it too.
A trad climber and his wife went to the hospital to have their baby delivered.
Upon their arrival, the doctor said that the hospital was testing an amazing new high-tech machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labour pain to the baby's father.
He asked if they were interested. Both said they were very much in favour of it.
The doctor set the pain transfer to 10% for starters, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before. But as the labour progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to go ahead and kick it up a notch.
The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer.
The husband was still feeling fine. The doctor then checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing.
At this point they decided to try for 50%. The husband continued to feel quite well. Since the pain transfer was obviously helping the wife considerably,
the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him.
The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain and the husband had experienced none.
She and her husband were ecstatic.
When they got home they found the boulderer postman dead on the porch.
Did everyone have a lovely Easter break?
Wasn't it a fun time out at Arapiles, though finding your easter eggs in a tent doesn't involve too much work, unless any new disciples are around?
And it was at this time during the darkest days of Christianity that as he was nailed to the cross and raised up for all to gaze upon his tortured and twisted body he looked down warily at his 12 apostles speaking softly with his last gasping breathe...."Don't touch my bleed'n easter eggs! I will be back on Monday!"
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip, and after finishing their dinner they retire for the night, and go to sleep. Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. “Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”
“I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes” exclaims Watson.
“And what do you deduce from that?”
Watson ponders for a minute. “Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. What does it tell you, Holmes?”
“Watson, you idiot!” he exclaims, “Somebody’s stolen our tent!”