Talk about your day thread

[bodysnatcher]

Must be the Mello Yello

[washing machine]

That's the longest run of Reid posts I've ever seen

There's actual a lot of down time here at the dealership, despite my many adventures. Kind of like an airport in that way.

[washing machine]

Kind of like an airport in that way.

An airport where you get to drive the plane home after they're finished.

[spike]

Reid, your job should be taking people’s cars to dealerships for them. Calculate a reasonable hourly rate, and they have to cover your Arby’s bill.

[washing machine]

Reid, your job should be taking people’s cars to dealerships for them. Calculate a reasonable hourly rate, and they have to cover your Arby’s bill.

I got my start doing something similar, actually. the first Monday of summer after graduating high school, my dad woke me up and announced that he got me a job at his friend's auto shop. I was a porter. Basically the bitch who changed the oil, changed the wheels, pulled the cars out every morning and in every night. Part of the job was shuttling customers back to work if they needed it after drop off. There was this one super grouchy old man who came in at least once a month. I remember we'd always pass a yard full of goats on the way to his house and he's cuss at the goats every single time. He hated them so much and I never understood why.

[washing machine]

Now the joy of the visit is wearing off a bit. I'm ready to leave, get our kid from daycare, get home, and get a shower. I forgot to mention that I went for a run before this, so the aromatic quality of the air immediately around me has been declining rapidly.

[spike]

Now the joy of the visit is wearing off a bit. I'm ready to leave, get our kid from daycare, get home, and get a shower. I forgot to mention that I went for a run before this, so the aromatic quality of the air immediately around me has been declining rapidly.

Like a WeWork indeed.

[bart]

Oh, I almost forgot. At Arby's, I made a great connection with the cashier. After noticing Mello Yello on the fountain, I figured I'd ask him what he thought about it. I'd never had it before and I trusted his opinion. He did not disappoint. "Well it's kinda like Mountain Dew, but if you also put some Sprite in it. It's real yellow too."

You bet your ass I rang the bell for good service (Arby's actually has one of these) on my way out the door.

What in the hell

[spike]

Mello Yello would be a good username

[bodysnatcher]

I wonder why they left the w’s off

[E.H. Ruddock]

Black red yello
Yelloledbetter
Yello moon

[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]

Sprite Years

[spike]

Seven Up Clock

[Malloy]

hipping

[washing machine]

Just got back from the pediatrician. Flu has hit our household and my kiddo is down for the count.

[tree_]

Sorry dude. My 6monther had a check up yesterday and turns out he's gonna have to have a testicle surgically lowered; still stuck up in there. We were hoping it was going to drop on its own.

[washing machine]

Wishing him the best.

[Rangi Guy]

Got elbowed in the nose at Jiu-jitsu last night. Nose is a little swollen today

[Ms Harmless]

I'm pretty agitated and stressed atm and I don't know how to stop it