Living on the east side of the mountains is too far to be considered part of the Pacific Northwest.

Words you'll never hear in the weight room:
Buff man1: dude, what you working on today?
Buff man2: back and abs. You?
Buff man1: Chest and tri's. You need a spot?
Buff man2: Sure. Cute shoes.
Buff man1: Thanks, I had hard time trying to match my Under Armor pants.

People like to thank their "Creator" for the fact that they are still alive on this planet despite all the hardships they've endured.

People don't like to thank their "Creator" when the IRS calls for an audit, when they have exploding diarrhea, lose the most important match of their life, sharks bite another swimmer in the Ocean, or when they miss that last jump from snowboarding and end up on the side in soft, 4' snow with a broken leg.

Everything beyond eating, sheltering, drinking water, urinating and defecating is merely self-entertainment.

I saw a guy begging money for a ticket to Kelso (about a 4 hour drive from here). I wonder if the prospect of begging is good in that small little town. Is there a Nasdaq stock? Is the homeless job of begging outlook prospective in that town?

There's more than one way to skin a rabbit. I figured that a good knife would do the job, but using a pair of pants wouldn't work.

Speaking of pants. I always have the urge to buy only a single pant. The plural form for pants: PANTIE

My degree is hanging on the wall collecting dust. I wonder if a spider will claim a corner of it.