What are you thankful for?

[dad]

I'm thankful for thos beans

ditto.

[Ello Sailor]

50 year old women who are still hot

i would also like to add 60 year old hot women

And hot women who are however old Helen Mirren is.

[Ello Sailor]

77!

[Monkey_Driven]

So many things. Blessed life.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

So many things. Blessed life.

lol

[Monkey_Driven]

So many things. Blessed life.

lol

You're #37 on the list, bro!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

So many things. Blessed life.

lol

You're #37 on the list, bro!

What do I have to do to move up to 32?

[Monkey_Driven]

So many things. Blessed life.

lol

You're #37 on the list, bro!

What do I have to do to move up to 32?

You can start by folding my laundry.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

So many things. Blessed life.

lol

You're #37 on the list, bro!

What do I have to do to move up to 32?

You can start by folding my laundry.

I don’t know what that means.

[Bammer]

Luke Combs
Creed
Boobs

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Alex and Tom

[Ello Sailor]

Lenny's masseur.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

It felt like I had a thousand knots in my back when she was rubbing me down. I can’t say my body felt much different afterward though

[Ello Sailor]

Lenny's (male) masseur that is a man.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Be normal for once

[Ello Sailor]

Well damn. Didn't have to light me up like that.

[bodysnatcher]

Thankful for being able to deposit checks with your phone. What a great invention. Very underrated.

[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]

Thankful for being able to deposit checks with your phone. What a great invention. Very underrated.

This came up in conversation just the other day. It makes the fact that checks still exist somewhat bearable.

I long for the day everyone has Zelle etc.

[Vitalogist]

I’m thankful for spring rain. Looking forward to my backyard garden flourishing.