RMers with kids

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Do babies have a BMI?

[B]

Do babies have a BMI?

Everything has a BMI, Lenny.

[spike]

Do babies have a BMI?

Everything has a BMI, Lenny.

Except for verb

[daft twat]

My oldest son reffed 9 straight soccer games today. When I picked him up I asked how it went. He replied, “Good, except this one dad wouldn’t hop off my nuts.” The verb ‘hop’ got a laugh out of me. Fuck that dad for not hopping off my 15 year old son’s nuts tho.

[knee tunes]

My oldest son reffed 9 straight soccer games today. When I picked him up I asked how it went. He replied, “Good, except this one dad wouldn’t hop off my nuts.” The verb ‘hop’ got a laugh out of me. Fuck that dad for not hopping off my 15 year old son’s nuts tho.

what a verb!

[wease]

My oldest son reffed 9 straight soccer games today. When I picked him up I asked how it went. He replied, “Good, except this one dad wouldn’t hop off my nuts.” The verb ‘hop’ got a laugh out of me. Fuck that dad for not hopping off my 15 year old son’s nuts tho.

Man! That’s a good payday for young twat!

[daft twat]

My oldest son reffed 9 straight soccer games today. When I picked him up I asked how it went. He replied, “Good, except this one dad wouldn’t hop off my nuts.” The verb ‘hop’ got a laugh out of me. Fuck that dad for not hopping off my 15 year old son’s nuts tho.

Man! That’s a good payday for young twat!

It is. He had 2 on Friday and 5 more today. About an $800 weekend. He’s going to the Dominican Republic for spring break. School trip. It’s a $350 payment every month for 10 months. We pay $100 and he pays $250. This is sort of how I see us helping him through college as well.

[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.

[spike]

Damn that is sweet cash. Plus he’s learning early how many assholes are out there.

[doug rr]

your son should bang that guys wife

[daft twat]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

[doug rr]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

[daft twat]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

Davis Lynch and Joe Hackett are Eskimo brothers! You are the best!

[wease]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

Davis Lynch and Joe Hackett are Eskimo brothers! You are the best!

Eskimo brothers or wiener cousins?

[dad]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

Davis Lynch and Joe Hackett are Eskimo brothers! You are the best!

is that Mel Kiper Jr.?

[daft twat]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

Davis Lynch and Joe Hackett are Eskimo brothers! You are the best!

Eskimo brothers or wiener cousins?

Eskimo bros.
I believe Weiner cousins are friends who have been with the same bird. Davis and Joe were decidedly not friends.

[spike]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

wtf

[Bammer]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

Davis Lynch and Joe Hackett are Eskimo brothers! You are the best!

is that Mel Kiper Jr.?

Great question - it’s his lookalike younger brother, Mel Kiper III.

[Bammer]

your son should bang that guys wife

I’m not ready to be Eskimo brothers with him.

[Norah]