RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[Bammer]

Went to a thing tonight. Don’t look like hell for a change so posting a selfie.

Looking good there buddy

agreed. good lookin' fella right there.

i like the shirt too.

That shirt is boss

Why are you wandering around in the middle of a hayfield?

[Rangi Guy]

Went to a thing tonight. Don’t look like hell for a change so posting a selfie.

Looking good there buddy

agreed. good lookin' fella right there.

i like the shirt too.

That shirt is boss

Why are you wandering around in the middle of a hayfield?

Trump rally

[LetMeSleep]

Went to a thing tonight. Don’t look like hell for a change so posting a selfie.

Looking good there buddy

agreed. good lookin' fella right there.

i like the shirt too.

That shirt is boss

Why are you wandering around in the middle of a hayfield?

Trump rally

Stopping traffic.

[Higgs]

Went to a thing tonight. Don’t look like hell for a change so posting a selfie.

Looking good there buddy

agreed. good lookin' fella right there.

i like the shirt too.

That shirt is boss

Why are you wandering around in the middle of a hayfield?

Trump rally

Stopping traffic.

And turning heads!

[tree_]

Took a selfie with my favorite hat over the weekend. Go fins. People say I look kinda baby faced when shaved. But I dunno. What do you think?

Spoiler: show

[Mickey]

Those '47 hats fit my enormous noggin really well, big fan.

[tree_]

yeah same.

damn looking at that pic reminds me i really need to get back into a pushup routine

[Dev]

Went to a thing tonight. Don’t look like hell for a change so posting a selfie.

Imagine being out for a stroll in the country and you see this walking down the road towards you. The evening is ruined because now you have to be scared about what the person might do.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Dev coming strong at trag today on RM! This place needs some excitement!

[Ello Sailor]

Clearly everyone just needs to stop harassing Dev.

[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.

[Dev]

Dev coming strong at trag today on RM! This place needs some excitement!

Would you consider this "strong"?

Im strong. You're weak!

[E.H. Ruddock]

Dev coming strong at trag today on RM! This place needs some excitement!

Would you consider this "strong"?

Maybe i should have said “coming with a flurry at trag”

[Dev]

Dev coming strong at trag today on RM! This place needs some excitement!

Would you consider this "strong"?

Maybe i should have said “coming with a flurry at trag”

would you let trag dictate everything you say or just sometimes?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Dev coming strong at trag today on RM! This place needs some excitement!

Would you consider this "strong"?

Maybe i should have said “coming with a flurry at trag”

would you let trag dictate everything you say or just sometimes?

Just sometimes

[verb_to_trust]

Kind of weird how Josh hasn’t posted any selfies here since macphisto got banned

[VinylGuy]

This happened at Cannes Lions this year.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Paris Hilton?

[BurtReynolds]

No it's vinylguy

[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.