Talk about your day thread

[bodysnatcher]

are covid rates booming on the island?

[doug rr]

are covid rates booming on the island?

i don't think so..we were just eligible and we're going to vancouver most weekend to see the 85 year old in-laws..just being safe

[Jorge]

Hosting a dinner party at my place and the electricity went out in my entire block. I was about to text everyone to cancel but it came back at the last minute. We're gonna get fucked up!!! on paella

[wease]

I’ve only had paella once. It was delicious and I’d like to have it again.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

That's a hallucinogenic right?

[Bammer]

I’ve only had paella once. It was delicious and I’d like to have it again.

Would you believe tomorrow’s tailgate may or may not involve paella?

[wease]

I’ve only had paella once. It was delicious and I’d like to have it again.

Would you believe tomorrow’s tailgate may or may not involve paella?

Given those two options, I would indeed. Keep us posted.

[wease]

Hit the casino in Metropolis on the way to St Louis and hit the video poker machine for $116

[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.

[VinylGuy]

One of my dogs died today.

She was battling since monday and finally went away this morning. What an amazing partner she was really, incredible. One of a kind.
Everyone in my family is wrecked and im just wandering through the day.

She will be so missed. Damn.

[wease]

So sorry to hear VG.

[Jorge]

That's awful. QEPD

[Norah]

sorry vg

[VinylGuy]

thanks guys

[spike]

so sorry VG

[daft twat]

One of my dogs died today.

She was battling since monday and finally went away this morning. What an amazing partner she was really, incredible. One of a kind.
Everyone in my family is wrecked and im just wandering through the day.

She will be so missed. Damn.

Oh man. Nothing is better than dogs. Sorry, bud.

[Ello Sailor]

Sorry to hear, Veggie.

[Higgs]

Sorry vg.

[VinylGuy]

Thank you guys

[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.