Saturday saw heavy action on Chips. I love it. Maybe I love it because I sent her then got to watch Andy and Paul fight for her chains. That's not true. Chips is my mistress. I love her regardless. She's beautiful because she rewards the prepared and castrates the unworthy. And I can't get enough of her. I relentlessly expose myself to her whims in hope that she would reaffirm my worth. Chips once again made me bleed for her affection and made me a better human for it. I will always have a thing for this route. Although, recently it's been a love/hate thing. This was my first semi-hard redpoint since the hospital and I perceive this as a landmark on my path to recovery. But I digress. The heavy action to which I refer was mostly due to Paul. For his fourth burn (yes, fourth), his balls-to-the-wall epic final go of the day, Paul receives the Saturdaily Lord of the Forest title, an award reserved for only the most awesome or shredding display of aggression. It's been a while since we've had a Lord of the Forest and Paul most certainly deserves it. Out of nowhere he came up with an intensity rarely seen, let loose a series of primal screams which made me simultaneously scared and proud, generating an output of power both frightening and glorious to achieve his new project high point. And for that, Paul, I say this Stoli-cran's for you.
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Thanks Big E - she will lie down before the lord the of the forest only to kick our ass next season...
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