Things you have an irrational hatred of

[BurtReynolds]

Did Verb get banned again?

[E.H. Ruddock]

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

How would i have responded, smart guy? I never banned verb for calling someone fat. I also can decipher intent from daft and verb because I’ve been parting with both of them for a while.

[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

How would i have responded, smart guy? I never banned verb for calling someone fat. I also can decipher intent from daft and verb because I’ve been parting with both of them for a while.

I’m willing to say you would not have posted any response at all, despite laughing to yourself after reading the post.

[JuanHamm]

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

How would i have responded, smart guy? I never banned verb for calling someone fat. I also can decipher intent from daft and verb because I’ve been parting with both of them for a while.

I’m willing to say you would not have posted any response at all, despite laughing to yourself after reading the post.

I guess we'll never know

[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

How would i have responded, smart guy? I never banned verb for calling someone fat. I also can decipher intent from daft and verb because I’ve been parting with both of them for a while.

I’m willing to say you would not have posted any response at all, despite laughing to yourself after reading the post.

I guess we'll never know

Oh, I know.

[E.H. Ruddock]

So you are complaining about a post i would not have made? Got it.

[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.

[Jorge]

Someone teach Bammer the meaning of the word hypothetical

[Mickey]

“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.

What number did you do?

[bodysnatcher]

I do #2’s all the time

[Mickey]

No, you take them.

[bodysnatcher]

No I DO them. The verb of doo doo

[Mickey]

Listen here you fat, fat fuck.

[bodysnatcher]

What *takes bite of Baconator*

[daft twat]

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

How would i have responded, smart guy? I never banned verb for calling someone fat. I also can decipher intent from daft and verb because I’ve been parting with both of them for a while.

Why are we parting? This is not sweet sorrow at all.

[E.H. Ruddock]

*posting

[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.

[Mickey]

Is there anything more disquieting than a family of five at a restaurant who don’t say a word to each other the entire meal?

Are they on their iphones or just comatose?

[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.

[BurtReynolds]

Two teenage boys on their iPhones, three adult country club types staring off into the middle distance

Ennui