Do you own a printer in your home? (And may I use it?)

[spike]

I have a printer.

May I use it?

Sure

[Jorge]

send me what you want to be printed and i will draw or handwrite it for you.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_lj ... sp=sharing

add some clip art or something to give him a challenge. i can draw that easily

Added a pie chart

[spike]

Jorge, I’m making pastrami tomorrow. Would you like me to set some next to your printouts?

[Jorge]

Yeah sure

[dad]

i will get to this as soon as i can.

[bodysnatcher]

can't believe i keep reading this thread.

[tree_]

BREAKING: dad has sharpened his pencil

[spike]

BREAKING: dad has sharpened his pencil

We’re going to need all hands on deck for this one. Dad’s trying to boil the ocean.

[doug rr]

Jorge, I’m making pastrami tomorrow. Would you like me to set some next to your printouts?

you can't make good pastrami in one day..get ahold of yourself, spike...you need a few days

[Anders]

I bought one last year. Like that I don’t have to plug it into a pc, and can control it with my phone.

[Jorge]

Wow

[Jorge]

May I use it?

[bodysnatcher]

you could have gone to FedEx Print Center about 20 times by now.

[spike]

Jorge, I’m making pastrami tomorrow. Would you like me to set some next to your printouts?

you can't make good pastrami in one day..get ahold of yourself, spike...you need a few days

My corned beef has been soaking in water since this morning to desalinate. I’ll pat it down and season it in the morning, then in the egg it goes.

I did it last year, turned out great:

[doug rr]

well done..

[Jorge]

well done..

That's a little harsh

[tree_]

Looks great spike

[Norah]

Not only do I own a printer, I own a printer that's endorsed by Shaq.

[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.

[Norah]

Not only do I own a printer, I own a printer that's endorsed by Shaq.

Lol I saw this cutout at the local staples or office max

It's a great printer.