VG + Rob = Birthday

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Well wishes to ya both

[BurtReynolds]

Birthday

[Ello Sailor]

Happy birthday, Veggie!

[Ello Sailor]

And Rob! Oops.

[epilogue]

BivG! Robday!

[Jorge]

Happy birthday VinylGrob

[VinylGuy]

thanks guys!

Its been a great day.

Also, happy bday to my fellow bday guy Rob.

[epilogue]

I know both Rob and TVG have issues with the epilogue account (and I can't say I blame either of them) but I genuinely appreciate the contributions of both users and I hope each has a great fucking day full of friends, love, and some kind of food/drink that they really love.

[VinylGuy]

man, joe is one of my favorite posters here.
I love everything bout him. I need him to be the way he is. He adds so much to this place.

[epilogue]

man, joe is one of my favorite posters here.
I love everything bout him. I need him to be the way he is. He adds so much to this place.

And now I'm crying

[VinylGuy]

[The Argonaut]

happy bee day. buzz buzz

[Rob]

I know both Rob and TVG have issues with the epilogue account (and I can't say I blame either of them) but I genuinely appreciate the contributions of both users and I hope each has a great fucking day full of friends, love, and some kind of food/drink that they really love.

Watchu talkin bout? No issues here

Thanks for the bday wishes guys.

[epilogue]

I know both Rob and TVG have issues with the epilogue account (and I can't say I blame either of them) but I genuinely appreciate the contributions of both users and I hope each has a great fucking day full of friends, love, and some kind of food/drink that they really love.

Watchu talkin bout? No issues here

Thanks for the bday wishes guys.

[Ello Sailor]

man, joe is one of my favorite posters here.
I love everything bout him. I need him to be the way he is. He adds so much to this place.

And now I'm crying

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[VinylGuy]

thank you traaaag

[Rob]

Happy birthday VG!

My love for Rob is contingent on his appreciation of RHCP

I grew up listening to those guys! Never stopped! BSSM and By The Way are two of my favorite albums ever.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

happy birthdays fellas