Talk about your day thread

[96583UP]

wish i had empanadas and heat rn

instead it’s 37 F and I have no empanadas

[JuanHamm]

A spider got between the glass and LEDs in my TV and died.

[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.

[Coach]

Pre-gaming and watching the Oscars pre-shows w/ girlfriend.

[Jorge]

Today I got stoned with the last remaining edibles my sister gifted me (the same kind we gave to Paramore) and for dinner we stopped at my favorite hamburger place in town, which is one of the best things to do when I'm that stoned. But this time something was different. This time I couldn't stop fixating on the amount of bread (even though it was the same amount as always). I kept going "this is too much bread... way too much bread." About a quarter of the way through I took the top bun off and ate it like a fucking canapé

[Ello Sailor]

Keto villain origin story.

[BurtReynolds]

can there be too much bread?

[Jorge]

can there be too much bread?

It was actually a perfectly normal amount of bread but I couldn't stop thinking that it was too much

[Jorge]

Sorry, I think I already said that

[Jorge]

I'm just pointing out that fact in isolation in case it was buried in the too much bread of my paragraph

[Ello Sailor]

Edibles are by far the best way to get high, but it hasn't really caught on here. Please consider going international with your operation.

[VinylGuy]

cual es el lugar de hamburgesas?

[spike]

I took two gummis at Lollapooza and had a borderline sexual experience with a double cheeseburger.

[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.

[spike]

Ingredient ratio balance is so important to a successful burger. We grabbed In-N-Out for lunch today, and while the lettuce was impressively crunchy, there was just too much. Ruined the burger.

[Bammer]

Damn shame you can’t remove excess lettuce from a burger amirite

[Higgs]

I took two gummis at Lollapooza and had a borderline sexual experience with a double cheeseburger.

There is an Italian supermarket/deli/liquor store near where I work called The Re Store and they make these Continental Rolls on fresh bread for weekday lunches. They are heavenly and I have had sensations when eating them that no simple sandwich should evoke.

I go the house special but get them to add their finely cut lettuce to the mix as well. Their portion and ingredients balance game is on-point.

My god, I'm salivating from just typing this out.

[Jorge]

The Re Store

What a stupid name!!!!

[Higgs]

The Re Store

What a stupid name!!!!

Yep, I've always thought so myself. I think the family name is Re, but even that's kinda dumb...

[96583UP]

that sando looks good but holy hell that is a lot of marinated peppers