Lenny's California adventure!

[Bammer]

So lenny has a work conference in Tustin what’s the big deal

[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]

has len arrived? whats happening

[knee tunes]

Luggage won’t make it until tomorrow. I’m a dumb*ss.

D.on't E.xpect L.uggage T.o A.rrive

[doug rr]

"the HR guy that flew out here from Alabama is wearing the same clothes as yesterday"

[spike]

Lenny I’m pretty sure they owe you money for clothes and toiletries

Only if it was their error, which lenny implied it wasn’t. /:

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Never check luggage

Never go anywhere.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Lenny I’m pretty sure they owe you money for clothes and toiletries

Only if it was their error, which lenny implied it wasn’t. /:

My flight change was very much last minute so I don’t think there’s anyway it would have made it. It’s supposed to be here tomorrow though.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I’m just glad I made it on the flight because a-hole desk agent wasn’t going to let me on. Long story that I don’t feel like rehashing. Idiot.

[Ello Sailor]

Did they mistake your biceps for lethal weapons?

[VinylGuy]

his dick

[lennytheweedwhacker]

No.

[Bammer]

I’m just glad I made it on the flight because a-hole desk agent wasn’t going to let me on. Long story that I don’t feel like rehashing. Idiot.

This is hard to believe because very attractive people tend to coast right through life situations such as these

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I’m just glad I made it on the flight because a-hole desk agent wasn’t going to let me on. Long story that I don’t feel like rehashing. Idiot.

This is hard to believe because very attractive people tend to coast right through life situations such as these

Are you mistaking me for dad?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

It’s going to be pouring rain here all week also. My hair is going to look GROSS.

[doug rr]

are you in San Fran?

[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]

i didnt know bout those AirTag thing....they look useful.

[doug rr]

airtrag

[lennytheweedwhacker]

That’s wild. I just picked mine up, fortunately not out of the trunk of a courier.