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[E.H. Ruddock]

Also, I hate wearing socks and shoes.

What... do you prefer

Are you one of those forever-barefoot freaks

No, I wear shoes out of the house. I just don't like them and as soon as I can, I take them off, usually as soon as I get home from whatever I'm doing that requires them. Not a big sandals guy lately either, I prefer sanuks for if I have to wear something around the house like yard work, etc.

[E.H. Ruddock]

If I recall correctly, there’s much more Hadrian’s Wall to see on the central and eastern areas of the isle. We drove up the western side to Scotland and missed it. Only mentioning since it sounds like you may be coming from Wales. Worth looking into.

Good to know, thanks!

[Bammer]

Also, I hate wearing socks and shoes.

What... do you prefer

Are you one of those forever-barefoot freaks

No, I wear shoes out of the house. I just don't like them and as soon as I can, I take them off, usually as soon as I get home from whatever I'm doing that requires them. Not a big sandals guy lately either, I prefer sanuks for if I have to wear something around the house like yard work, etc.

House slippers

[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.

[tree_]

Well look how that turned out for her

I can't believe you're laughing. I was going to make that joke to end my original post about her, but decided it was in poor taste. Shame on both of you.

[Bi_3]

Well look how that turned out for her

Immortality

[doug rr]

I used to hate wearing socks but now I always wear them..its due to the weather and hardwood floors..I hate shoes too but I don't count my crocs as shoes..

[bodysnatcher]

I take my shoes off immediately inside my door at home. Barefoot or socks when my feet get a bit nippy indoors all day.

[doug rr]

do you think anyone will get shot for wearing shoes into someones house this week?

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

do you think anyone will get shot for wearing shoes into someones house this week?

At the rate we’re doing it’ll happen by July

[Chris_H_2]

didn't they just release a study that shows how much crap is actually trekked into homes from people wearing their shoes indoors (carpeted spaces are double the amount than hard wood (heh)).

[JuanHamm]

I assume people who wear their shoes indoors have just given up on cleaning their floors (and probably the rest of their house too)

It's a real red flag.

[Chris_H_2]

my father in law will literally step over the pile of shoes at the front door from others already in my house and walk around in his clumsy hiking boots. it's especially infuriating in the winter when it's snowy out.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I take my shoes off immediately inside my door at home. Barefoot or socks when my feet get a bit nippy indoors all day.

I couldn’t live any other way.

[spike]

Shoe removers: what if you’ll be inside for just a few minutes then back out?

[Chris_H_2]

Shoe removers: what if you’ll be inside for just a few minutes then back out?

i'll be sure to tell the microbes on the bottom of my shoes that it won't be long and not to get any ideas, and then i'll trust that they get the message

[spike]

Shoe removers: what if you’ll be inside for just a few minutes then back out?

i'll be sure to tell the microbes on the bottom of my shoes that it won't be long and not to get any ideas, and then i'll trust that they get the message

So you’ve never run back in for something and left your shoes on?

[spike]

The floors at Chris’s house

[JuanHamm]

Shoe removers: what if you’ll be inside for just a few minutes then back out?

i'll be sure to tell the microbes on the bottom of my shoes that it won't be long and not to get any ideas, and then i'll trust that they get the message

So you’ve never run back in for something and left your shoes on?

Everyone has. That doesn't excuse your degenerate behavior.