Ask RM a Question

[The Argonaut]

Holy cow, that question was based on real life. What a stud you are, staying awake until 5pm.

[bart]

Holy cow, that question was based on real life. What a stud you are, staying awake until 5pm.

And yet he told us it was a hypothetical scenario. I feel betrayed

[The Argonaut]

Are all Jorge's Ask RM scenarios based on his real life?

[wease]

I assumed so

[Jorge]

I was speaking hypothetically

[dad]

married RMers...

have you had the ghosts of girlfriends/boyfriends past reach out to you via social media or email?

how did you handle it?

[epilogue]

married RMers...

have you had the ghosts of girlfriends/boyfriends past reach out to you via social media or email?

how did you handle it?

No, that hasn't happened to me. But I'm already friends with all of them on social media. I did have a long twitter DM conversation with an ex when her mother died. But my wife was the one who told me that she'd passed and suggested that I reach out.

[tree_]

married RMers...

have you had the ghosts of girlfriends/boyfriends past reach out to you via social media or email?

how did you handle it?

This has happened to us three times and each time it happened I promptly mailed them a polite letter (with anthrax) and we haven't heard from any of them since.

[dad]

married RMers...

have you had the ghosts of girlfriends/boyfriends past reach out to you via social media or email?

how did you handle it?

This has happened to us three times and each time it happened I promptly mailed them a polite letter (with anthrax) and we haven't heard from any of them since.

sounds promising.

[Bammer]

married RMers...

have you had the ghosts of girlfriends/boyfriends past reach out to you via social media or email?

how did you handle it?

No

[bodysnatcher]

What’s the most you’re willing to spend for a dozen eggs?

[doug rr]

$12

[lennytheweedwhacker]

$5.00. Maybe a few times, but not regularly at that price though

[BurtReynolds]

I leave grocery purchases to my servants. What are a dozen eggs up to now? $2? $2.50?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I leave grocery purchases to my servants. What are a dozen eggs up to now? $2? $2.50?

I just assume this means you eat out every meal. Or get scraps that may or may not be soiled from dog poop from neighborhood garbage cans

[doug rr]

as a side at a normal everyday diner they are $3 each...stop bitching

[wease]

Most grocery stores around her have them between $5-6 a dozen. Sam’s still has two dozen for $6. We’re headed there to get a couple packs in a few minutes.

[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.

[Chris_H_2]

$6-7 a dozen for free-range/antibiotic free here in MT

we buy this kind



$7.50 for a dozen

[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.