Admit Something

[dad]

my mom texted me this morning to ask if we've had a lot of rain...I told her we've been in Washington state since august but that there has been rain in California but we've had no leaks in the house that we know of...she had no idea we've been in Washington...

sounds like she's worried about you, Andy.

[Chris_H_2]

my mom texted me this morning to ask if we've had a lot of rain...I told her we've been in Washington state since august but that there has been rain in California but we've had no leaks in the house that we know of...she had no idea we've been in Washington...

doug, please call your mom. it would mean a lot to her.

[doug rr]

my mom texted me this morning to ask if we've had a lot of rain...I told her we've been in Washington state since august but that there has been rain in California but we've had no leaks in the house that we know of...she had no idea we've been in Washington...

doug, please call your mom. it would mean a lot to her.

not ready yet..I may wait another year

[epilogue]

my mom texted me this morning to ask if we've had a lot of rain...I told her we've been in Washington state since august but that there has been rain in California but we've had no leaks in the house that we know of...she had no idea we've been in Washington...

doug, please call your mom. it would mean a lot to her.

not ready yet..I may wait another year

Good man

[dad]

respek the committment.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

my mom texted me this morning to ask if we've had a lot of rain...I told her we've been in Washington state since august but that there has been rain in California but we've had no leaks in the house that we know of...she had no idea we've been in Washington...

Because you’ve…never told her.

[doug rr]

my mom texted me this morning to ask if we've had a lot of rain...I told her we've been in Washington state since august but that there has been rain in California but we've had no leaks in the house that we know of...she had no idea we've been in Washington...

Because you’ve…never told her.

I thought I did...my niece's and brother knew

[wease]

my mom texted me this morning to ask if we've had a lot of rain...I told her we've been in Washington state since august but that there has been rain in California but we've had no leaks in the house that we know of...she had no idea we've been in Washington...

Because you’ve…never told her.

I thought I did...my niece's and brother knew

You did the right thing doug. Let her do the work.

[Whitey McTeeth]

How about a horror movie with mark zuckerburg as the monster?

[Whitey McTeeth]

Real life or a stand-in

[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.

[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.

[Bammer]

These last 4 posts are out of fucking nowhere

[Peeps]

ive never seen a will ferrell movie the whole way through (only if i am flipping through channels and i stay too long)

[Jorge]

I’ve never listened to The Sophtware Slump by the band Grandaddy

It's good, like everything Grandaddy does, but I prefer Sumday

[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.

[96583UP]

i have no idea who the prophet brothers are and don't even want to google it

[Higgs]

I just generally can't be bothered.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

i have no idea who the prophet brothers are and don't even want to google it

[96583UP]

still haven’t googled it