RM Court - AITA

[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.

[Jorge]

Obvious asshole and deserving of ridicule. Come on Tom!

[JuanHamm]

We'll see. You said the same thing yesterday and you were wrong.

It might also help this thread if you don't immediately dump on the post everyday. You're kinda poisoning the well.

[JuanHamm]

I guess what I'm saying is YTA

[Jorge]

We'll see. You said the same thing yesterday and you were wrong

I wasn't wrong Peeps is just built different

[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.

[JuanHamm]

I'm not a big reddit user and have been sourcing these from "React Court" videos by some guy called NorthernLion that I watched with my nephew.

Both of the last two generated some fun conversation, so I thought they'd work here.

[Jorge]

You're doing great!

[JuanHamm]

You're doing great!

[Bammer]

I eat stuff before getting to checkout all the time.

Pick better scenarios, asshole.

[Bammer]

j/k the dog poop one wasn’t bad

[Peeps]

We'll see. You said the same thing yesterday and you were wrong

I wasn't wrong Peeps is just built different

You actually were wrong. I stated the reason I agreed with the neighbor making a fuss and also provided a logical reason why you don’t dump your trash in other peoples bins

You’re either too high on your horse to admit you were wrong or didn’t actually read what I said and jumped to a conclusion. Because it was me. Either case you are the asshole

[Peeps]

We'll see. You said the same thing yesterday and you were wrong

I wasn't wrong Peeps is just built different

You actually were wrong. I stated the reason I agreed with the neighbor making a fuss and also provided a logical reason why you don’t dump your trash in other peoples bins

You’re either too high on your horse to admit you were wrong or didn’t actually read what I said and jumped to a conclusion. Because it was me. Either case you are the asshole

[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.

[JuanHamm]

I think we can probably lock this one up.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

The shared garbage/can doesn’t apply to many people/situations, so that’s a stretch to say he’s emphatically wrong.

[B]

I've never torn open a package of something and consumed it in the store. I HAVE grabbed a soda out of the coolers near check out and drank that while shopping.

The Costco guy's an asshole. Can you imagine marrying someone who's citing civil code at you while you're trying to get through a grocery store with a 2 and 4 year old, and then leaves you because you didn't do what he said?

"she's acting rude to me and just told me that she thinks I don't care about her at all and I treat her like crap, all on the base of what happened earlier" -- Yeah, it's definitely based on more than just what happened earlier.

[Peeps]

The shared garbage/can doesn’t apply to many people/situations, so that’s a stretch to say he’s emphatically wrong.

no it doesnt but i used it to show people pay for their garbage..not for yours

[lennytheweedwhacker]

The shared garbage/can doesn’t apply to many people/situations, so that’s a stretch to say he’s emphatically wrong.

no it doesnt but i used it to show people pay for their garbage..not for yours

I can’t speak for everybody else, but I’m only charged a flat fee for trash pickup.

[bodysnatcher]

i burn mine in the fireplace