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winter is funConey is perfectly nice in the summer but once the season ends it's kind of seedy.
Still love it with all my heart!
Be careful. All that wilderness survival shit might make him dominant like old ivan.
*snort*
(He runs 50k's up there? And he's in his 50's? H is hard, wow.)
Well, a few. Mostly marathons, and the periodic 50K but he keeps whining about wanting to do this 50K in the southwestern desert.
Mind, I don't think I can run around my BLOCK twice.
Just hold the line at that insane 100 mile race that starts in Death Valley and finishes, usually about 30 hours later, halfway up a mountain.
Well, a few. Mostly marathons, and the periodic 50K but he keeps whining about wanting to do this 50K in the southwestern desert.
Mind, I don't think I can run around my BLOCK twice.
Just hold the line at that insane 100 mile race that starts in Death Valley and finishes, usually about 30 hours later, halfway up a mountain.
No thank you. If I had to choose between fighting a bear and running away, I' think I'd just give up and see how my kung fu really is.
It has to do with the GB thread that's being discussed. Nobody here has equated survivalist skills with BDSM.
Also, West Virginia was declared independent from Virginia in 1863.
Doesn't that just make the bear chase you anyhow?
It's okay, I just have to defend the state I live in! We're not nearly as - uh, rugged - as mountainous WV.
Oh, except for our anti-gay laws. I totally disown Virginia on that part.
Just hold the line at that insane 100 mile race that starts in Death Valley and finishes, usually about 30 hours later, halfway up a mountain.
Coney is perfectly nice in the summer but once the season ends it's kind of seedy.
Thus spake the geographically-challenged. tsk tsk
I mean, come on.....they put chili on poor, defenseless hot dogs.
Thus spake the geographically-challenged. tsk tsk
I mean, come on.....they put chili on poor, defenseless hot dogs.
I don't understand that myself. Sauerkraut and a small dash of mustard should be it, unless your hotdog is hiding something. Speaking of fully overloaded hotdogs, welcome to Chicago.
You guys, I totally get where you are going by bashing the hillybilly. I am down with that. But leave my Apps alone, ok?
While the Appalachain Mountains are not as tall as other ranges or as "rugged" as other areas, there are PLENTY of places in the Apps that poeple have recently walked into and never returned. The surge of black bears in recent years and the growth in population of wild cats and wolves all along the region are alone reason to not snub my regal home mountains.
I have spent months at a time on the AT (I lack just a short bit in Maine to finish the trail) and I can personally say the Appalachain Mountains are not for the faint of heart. Sure there are other places more "dangerous" and "forboding", but that shouldn't discredit the Apps.
Just remember, the area might unfortunately harbor such back-wooded cousin lovers, but its not the areas fault.
Thus spake the geographically-challenged. tsk tsk
I mean, come on.....they put chili on poor, defenseless hot dogs.
Yeah, but there is still cool stuff going on. Burlesque at the Beach and the Coney Island movie series and stuff like that.
Chili cheese dogs are amazing and you know it. You secretly love them, don't lie.
I don't understand that myself. Sauerkraut and a small dash of mustard should be it, unless your hotdog is hiding something. Speaking of fully overloaded hotdogs, welcome to Chicago.
Oh, totally, sauerkraut and mustard is all you need, but chili cheese dogs definitely have their time and place. Mainly when I want one. Which is often.
This is potentially a British thing, but I don't understand why you'd put chilli on a hot dog.
Chilli goes with rice, not a sausage in a bread roll.
Nobody is discrediting the Apps. I spent many of the summers of my youth wandering the NC portion of those mountains (just a holler or three away from you, as I recall). And when I say youth, I mean it. There is a family story oft retold of me getting kitted out at the age of 5 to go into the mountains, asking for help saddling the horse, and riding off by myself. They knew the horse was smart enough to keep me out of trouble and not get lost, and that animals would avoid me (I was taught to whistle and sing on the trail "because cowboys did it", and learned much later that it was a method of warning bears and such away).
I can honestly say that I love the Appalachians. They're like my second hometown, and can't think of any range I'd rather be in. But they aren't Kilimanjaro like that dickwit was trying to make out.
And there are places in Baltimore where you could go walking and might not come back. Or Richmond. Or Detroit. Dangerous places all around.
This....
is a serious hot dog. Fresh, healthful ingredients that complement the dog and do not seek to overpower it with foods that do well by humankind all on their own.
Now see, chili and rice just gives me the willies. Chili goes in a bowl with cheese, sour cream, chives and mebbe corn chips. I have been know to eat chili (no beans) on my franks, but I prefer to just have mustard only.
Chili on hot dogs.... you think that is strange, try what's popular in portions of the south; pepperoni pizza with chili smothered on top. My mom swears by it.
(btw, might I say I am tickled this horrid thread has been turned into something useful and entertaining.)
I know you weren't being mean, Hommie. I'm just saying be gentle on ma' old ladies. Just like my mamma says, they might be old, but they can still whip yer ass.
*hugs*