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[spike]

Congrats Strat!

[Bammer]

Congrats Strat!

How many RM wives made that trek to MN?

[Monkey_Driven]

Congrats Strat!

How many RM wives made that trek to MN?

3 (4 if you count Mrs. Strat)!

[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]

How often did the poop thread come up?

[VinylGuy]

Congrats Strat!

How many RM wives made that trek to MN?

3 (4 if you count Mrs. Strat)!

" im worried about my husband chatting about pearl jam over and over again in that forum...i would prefer for him to be addicted to porn or something"

[E.H. Ruddock]

How often did the poop thread come up?

The thread? Not at all. But other than strat's wedding, poop was probably talked about the most.

[epilogue]

Heart full for Strat.

And so happy that y'all have forged this amazing friendship (thanks in some small part to RM!). This shit is unlikely and rare and I'm moved beyond words for all of you. So fucking cool.

[spike]

How often did the poop thread come up?

The thread? Not at all. But other than strat's wedding, poop was probably talked about the most.

Is your ongoing text chain basically a smaller poop thread?

[Strat]

How often did the poop thread come up?

The thread? Not at all. But other than strat's wedding, poop was probably talked about the most.

Is your ongoing text chain basically a smaller poop thread?

Actually yes.

[bodysnatcher]

[E.H. Ruddock]

The first thing snatcher did when he checked into his hotel was tell us about the bathroom. So much poop talk

[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.

[Strat]

The philosophy of poop

[LetMeSleep]

I'd love to be as cool as you guys.

Wish I could share a beer one day.

[Bammer]

Several of us hooked up in Minneapolis this weekend to watch Strat get hitched.

Monkey Driven, Trag, Strat, Ruddo, Bodysnatcher:


Prince night at the Twins game; leaning in:


A tender moment:


In all seriousness, we started a text thread pre-Covid that has formed into a terrific friendship. We’ve gone through some major life milestones together. Making friends in your 40s can be hard, and the effort everyone made to show up is a real testament (to what, take your pick).

I just realized I have exactly 5 RMer cell numbers in my phone. You know who you are.

[Chris_H_2]

This isn’t about you Bammer

[doug rr]

congrats buddy

[spike]

Congrats Bammer!

[dad]