Things you have an irrational hatred of

[E.H. Ruddock]

Yeah I’m not looking forward to this weekend

[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]

These fucking assholes that have already been shooting off fireworks for a week.

lol @ your country

[Bammer]

I heard a news report about a week ago … first teenager blowing off their own hand of the season.

[E.H. Ruddock]

And the 4th is Monday. So the neighborhood assholes will be blowing up Saturday, Sunday, and Monday

[knee tunes]

And the 4th is Monday. So the neighborhood assholes will be blowing up Saturday, Sunday, and Monday

Ok Boomer

Get it

[Dev]

I loved firecrackers when I was a kid.

[wease]

And the 4th is Monday. So the neighborhood assholes will be blowing up Saturday, Sunday, and Monday

Then for a week or two after.

[bodysnatcher]

Gotta love rednecks

[Bammer]

Gotta love rednecks

Bro this is a thread about hate

[doug rr]

so glad my dog went deaf this year

[Bammer]

Independence day isn’t the first Friday in July, Halloween isn’t the last Saturday in October, and the Super Bowl isn’t on Saturday.

[B]

Independence day isn’t the first Friday in July, Halloween isn’t the last Saturday in October, and the Super Bowl isn’t on Saturday.

Fuck yeah.

[daft twat]

“I’m gonna do.” I hate this phrase so much. “Yeah, I’m gonna do the #4 with blah blah blah.” It’s have, not do. Or more accurately, it’s consume, you fat, fat fuck.

[E.H. Ruddock]

[Bammer]

Verb posts that verbatim, ruddo responds differently. #facts

[E.H. Ruddock]

who?

[JuanHamm]

Verb posts that verbatim, ruddo responds differently. #facts

Let's not start getting angry at people for things they've only hypothetically done.

[spike]

Verb posts that verbatim, ruddo responds differently. #facts

why do you suppose that is?

[Bammer]

Verb posts that verbatim, ruddo responds differently. #facts

Let's not start getting angry at people for things they've only hypothetically done.

Not even a little bit hypothetical