RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[bodysnatcher]

Are those shorts? Or rolled up pants?

[JuanHamm]

I unironically love that pic.

Your dad seems like he's always been a very important person.

He has always been a very important person to me

He's a beefy boy. How tall is he?

[Jorge]

My dad is 6'6, slightly taller than me

That was my Friday uniform at my Catholic school. Those are shorts but they're clearly too big for me (the last time I would ever have this problem).

[dad]

My dad is 6'6, slightly taller than me

That was my Friday uniform at my Catholic school. Those are shorts but they're clearly too big for me (the last time I would ever have this problem).

when is the last time you wore those shorts?

[tree_]

I finally got around to mowing my lawn and all I got are these lousy bug bites

[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.

[tree_]

I'm the one who has to live with it! There's no "spoiler"ing my itchy leg for myself!

[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.

[tree_]

because my hairy leg so pale

[Jorge]

Looks like monkeypox

[Dev]

you have ugly legs

[tree_]

my wife likes my legs.. she compliments them all the time

[JuanHamm]

my wife likes my legs.. she compliments them all the time

She's a weird gal

[dad]

i hope you're okay, tree.

have someone with a license to practice medicine check out your leg.

[JuanHamm]

What type of bugs did that to you? How long was your grass?

[tree_]

Pretty sure that it is a chigger attack. It was very long. In some spots the weeds were up to my knees almost

[tree_]

i hope you're okay, tree.

have someone with a license to practice medicine check out your leg.

I’ll be fine. All they do is give you anti-itch cream. I don’t mind the itch too much.

[tree_]

Do you guys think it’s inappropriate to wear shorts in public with a rash like this on my leg? I don’t want to make people like Tragg nauseous, but I want to be comfortable.

[dad]

nah...if anything, it'll keep the mean people away.

[Jorge]

Keep your herpes legs covered up