How Zeets the Throwback Barbarian was able to hold the camera steady when encountering this mysterious and frightening creature deep in the woods is a testament to his nipples of drop-forged steel. You never saw that much hard nipple on a man.
I went on a hike trying to escape civilization and its discontents for a few hours. It’s important for a man to get away from women before he imbibes too much estrogen and loses touch with his inner ballsack. You want to retreat to places most women dare not tread.
Unfortunately, the woods of Rock Creek Park isn’t deep enough. Yes, this jogging woman is blabbing into her cell phone, probably scolding her beta boyfriend to remember to pick up cat litter. This is her on the return trip of her run. She had jogged by us going the opposite direction a half hour earlier with the cell phone glued to her ear, ruining the sounds of nature with her obnoxious voice. I’ll leave it as an exercise for the reader to determine what it says about a person who can’t put down the fucking cell for one minute while surrounded by natural beauty.
I say we reintroduce wolves to the Northeast wilds. That’ll keep the yuppie broads out.
Another nature girl with a cell in the woods. Remember this when a chick waits a day to return your call. They bring their cell phones on nature hikes because they can’t bear to miss a call; they got your message.
This woman was cool though. She had a thoroughbred horse with her that ran for three years at the Belmont racetrack. What a magnificent stallion.
Tree vagina. What I do to women after they have experienced my oak-like girth.
A tree suicide pact.
My soul is nourished. Back to Tryst to peer over laptops at cute girls.
Must agree with your take on “jogging with cellphone”. Though I would take it a step further and suggest that jogging with cell phone pressed to one’s ear (or with a headset) is counterproductive to exercise in general. I’ve had talkative friends who wanted to do regularly scheduled tandem jogs or walks and even that I find disturbing.
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i’ll leave it as an exercise for the reader to determine what it says about a person who can’t put down the fucking digital camera / camera phone and forget about illustrating his blog posts for one minute while surrounded by natural beauty.
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My cellphone doesn’t work there. Maybe I was on the other side of the creek.
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excellent point about how women don’t return calls in timely manners, yet are chained to their phones. you’re doing good with that, especially by providing visual evidence, and hopefully some of the less confident men will finally “get it” thanks to you.
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this post should have elicited a maelstrom of commentary but people are still fretting about overheard in dc.
what happens when we are left in the woods, to our own devices, for days- weeks- months at a time?
i use my cell phone to call up local bears, tell them what’s going on, where we can party, where they can party without being maligned by urbanites…
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Do you regularly take photos of women in the woods? lol
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#4: You’ve got to be kidding if you think it’s only women who are chained to their phones, though I will admit that in the case of men, it’s usually Blackberries and the guys are typically trying to loudly demonstrate their deal-making prowess, rather than gossiping about last night’s date.
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Astra,
I’m not from DC. I don’t have a deskjob. Not everywhere are people chained to blackberries.
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#8: I’m not from D.C. either, but I make the milk run from Denver to D.C. on a regular basis and there is a noticeable difference in behavior between that route and the ones terminating in other destinations. The type of women who talk while jogging are also going to be heavily concentrated in the Beltway, though.
Cell phones are God’s gift to extroverts. Now they need never be alone.
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