Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

Left testicle still sore

maybe you have an infection and need antibiotics

This has been the case the last couple times

[wease]

Mrs Wease, oldest Weaseling and I headed to Nashville to work the Taylor show. We’re riding with four other MAGA mom Karens. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it thru this.

[dad]

Mrs Wease, oldest Weaseling and I headed to Nashville to work the Taylor show. We’re riding with four other MAGA mom Karens. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it thru this.

yikes.

[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.

[wease]

Mrs Wease, oldest Weaseling and I headed to Nashville to work the Taylor show. We’re riding with four other MAGA mom Karens. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it thru this.

give them your new preferred pronouns and see how things go

Oh god. No way.

[tree_]

Could be a humbling learning experience. Try to get along, sympathize, find common ground, see things from their perspective. If you show you are able to stretch outside your tribal comfort zone, maybe they can learn from you too. You probably have more in common than you realize.

[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.

[wease]

Jesus Christ. In the car for 20 minutes and we’re already on a cheer fundraiser crusade. Fuck

[tree_]

You're literally in the same boat (car) right now. Just try to be friendly and compassionate.

[wease]

I wish I was half as entitled as this mom thinks she is. Fucking hell.

[tree_]

I wish I was half as entitled as this mom thinks she is. Fucking hell.

Entitled literally means thinking you're deserving of privileges. So, saying someone thinks they're entitled is superfluous.

[JuanHamm]

tree

[wease]

You and her would get along great tree_. Now she’s bitching because Oprah will be in town for her alma mater’s graduation ceremony.

[tree_]

Yeah that sounds just like me. Fucking Oprah.

[wease]

Chris, we’re at club level 211. Tri-Star Chicken

[96583UP]

wease in his fully-loaded milf-mobile about to pull over at the Motel 6 and plow down for a few hours before hitting the road again before their next shag stop

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I took over 6 hours worth of naps today, and have to be up at 5:00am tomorrow. I will probably nap the rest of the day away again.

[96583UP]

Left testicle still sore

maybe you have an infection and need antibiotics

This has been the case the last couple times

your epididymus needs halp

[doug rr]

watched a pod of orcas earlier with our friends here..good stuff

[96583UP]

niiice

i went fishing this morning off the beach but no bites

one guy caught a striped bass