Something about girls in tanks, capris and rock climbing shoes on an overhang, hanging on by fingers and toes is so damn sexy. Shoulders, arms calves straining and the sheer look of will and determination on their faces seems unique to the sport. And if they fall off, they just shake it off and laugh it off and you just want to give them a hug and an “atta-girl” thumbs up.
Yep. 
Unless, of course, they’re freestyling 1000 feet up, and fall off. But even then you just want to sweep them up and say “Atta Girl!”
Ah-yep.
Been a while? I’m partial to girls in tanks myself. P-P-P-Pay-ow!
Somebody’s been playing a little too much Tomb Raider.
That’s a bad thing?
I don’t think I’m enough of a man for a girl packing that sort of hardware.
Well, there are two of them…
I’ll make this simple. Jet Girl, the one in black, is MINE.
I like girls on the rocks. They prefer me straight up.
There’s an “I don’t think you know what that word means” joke here, but I got nothing’ right now.