Let’s Take the Quote Out of Context

[knee tunes]

My only complaint is that it's a little short.

[B]

what a hard-on

[B]

Why is it leaky?

[Jorge]

Thinking about doing Robert De Niro.

[knee tunes]

Thinking about doing Robert De Niro.

[Chris_H_2]

I love that D.

I also love D

[Jorge]

pay a young kid to do stuff is where its at..

[Bammer]

I love that D.

I also love D

Oh wow nobody could have seen this one cumming

[tree_]

I’m a firm and hard guy all the way.

[Chris_H_2]

My kid eats pieces of shit

[spike]

Come on, Chris.

[Chris_H_2]

but your daughter?!?!?

[spike]

She won’t even poop on a toilet if there are shit marks in the bowl.

[Chris_H_2]

She won’t even poop on a toilet if there are shit marks in the bowl.

i don't blame her

[Higgs]

She won’t even poop on a toilet if there are shit marks in the bowl.

And yet with a young son you can teach them to literally piss away those very same shit marks. It makes peeing fun and gives it additional purpose!

[knee tunes]

She won’t even poop on a toilet if there are shit marks in the bowl.

i don't blame her

Team higgs

[knee tunes]

I like Spike

[B]

I think he was bigger than he had ever gotten before.

[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.

[knee tunes]

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