This may seem a strange and unprofessional way of beginning the story of the ascent of a 26,000-foot mountain, but it was not just the wish to conquer a high peak that turned our thoughts to Cho Oyu; it was the longing for the boundless peace of evening such as these. Next year, Cho Oyu? Pasang asked. Cho Oyu, I agreed. Adjiba brought the fried liver of the goat. We go for Cho Oyu, Pasang told him. Aha, Adjiba said, cutting a cucumber into thin slices. That's how we decided to attack the seventh highest mountain in the world.

“A wokefish may at first present themselves as a protest-attending, sex-positive, anti-racist, intersectional feminist who drinks ethically sourced oat milk and has read the back catalogue of Audre Lorde, twice.” However, in actuality, these practitioners of false identity politics couldn’t care less.

It’s Your Turn In The Barrel: accident investigation duty

look at those shoulders smh shes such a fucking shoulderhon and she has a serious case of manhands, i cant believe erina pendleton from jojos bizarre adventure thinks she passes shes clockable from a mile away 🙄