If I Was A Hotshot Rock Climber
December 12th, 2005
“It’s been a rocky week,” I’d say and then laugh my ass off.
It would be just one of many trademark hilarious phrases I would spout throughout my daily conversations if I was a hotshot rock climber. It would compliment my always tan face, my white-powdery hands, and that awesome key chain I’d have that would be made out of carabiner — except I’d have a reason for keeping my keys on one.
Afterall, it would all make sense since I was a hotshot rock climber.
