Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

Never going back.

[spike]

Bammer spends $4000 a year paying someone to mow his lawn.

Spike has his wife do it.

Let me know how I can help, champ.

[Jorge]

The first thing I saw upon turning the TV on in my hotel room was an ad about medication. I'm back in the US of A baby!!!

[96583UP]

The first thing I saw upon turning the TV on in my hotel room was an ad about medication. I'm back in the US of A baby!!!

get those pills!!!

[96583UP]

i also have someone mow my lawn

takes too much time

he is pretty cheap though like $40 a pop

[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.

[Higgs]

Lawn hadn’t been mowed for a couple weeks, and the the wife decided to drop the deck to 2”

(a) I dream of one day owning my own ride-on-lawnmower to mow my (future) 10 acres of land; and

(b) you appear to live in a tsunami zone - please take care.

[spike]

Lawn hadn’t been mowed for a couple weeks, and the the wife decided to drop the deck to 2”

(a) I dream of one day owning my own ride-on-lawnmower to mow my (future) 10 acres of land; and

(b) you appear to live in a tsunami zone - please take care.

get an electric, she's been a beaut so far. less crap to break down.

in america, we have something called inland lakes. they are harmless; not all water is oceanic fury.

[Bammer]

The other day I was introduced to the “tell me you’re rich without telling me you’re rich” poster child being the Mercedes G Wagon.

Today it’s a picture of a lawnmower.

I think the private dock is the better indicator

Thanks for chudsplaining the joke

[spike]

I actually have two docks.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I’m at my psychiatrist office seeing if I have adult onset ADD

[bodysnatcher]

I actually have two docks.

This was one letter away from one of the more interesting admissions in RM history.

[spike]

Cocks or dicks?

[bodysnatcher]

i mean i guess it depends if you have any roosters

[doug rr]

going to hit a bucket of balls or 2...go to the store for the daily paper and maybe a donut..eat the donut while at the car wash..come home and figure out what else to do

[dad]

today is my oldest son's 15th birthday. i went to a follow-up appointment with the retina specialist, and as per the usual visit, had to get my eyes dilated. came home, did a little work, then drove to chick-fil-a to bring the birthday boy some lunch. most of the rest of the day has been spent getting emails from the middle school where the twins go because one of them is having a really hard time, behaviorally. so much so that i'm losing my goddamn mind trying to get him help.

the day is still young.

[doug rr]

hang in there, dad...only 88 more days until 2023

[dad]

maybe 2023 is the year i start drinking the brown.

[bodysnatcher]

Is that slang for tossing salads?

[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.