Talk about your day thread

[lennytheweedwhacker]

How’s your night going lenny

Not bad. Went on a short jog, but side started cramping hard so had to bail early. Now i'm spending time with my best friends.

Yours?

[bart]

How’s your night going lenny

Not bad. Went on a short jog, but side started cramping hard so had to bail early. Now i'm spending time with my best friends.

Yours?

I think you should eat more bananas.

I put the kids to bed a little while ago and now I’m watching tv and internetting like it’s 2009

[lennytheweedwhacker]

How’s your night going lenny

Not bad. Went on a short jog, but side started cramping hard so had to bail early. Now i'm spending time with my best friends.

Yours?

I think you should eat more bananas.

I put the kids to bed a little while ago and now I’m watching tv and internetting like it’s 2009

I did have one for breakfast, but that was so long ago. I didn't have a chance to stretch prior, which didn't help.

I hope your kids sleep well and you get help soon. Goodnight.

[BurtReynolds]

Looking for corvettes and the site said one had 56k miles, but the Carfax had 128k miles. His excuse was that the odometer had likely rolled over, but this is an 80s car with six digits. What a slime ball!

[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.

[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.

[BurtReynolds]

Or maybe a dodge charger

fuck you

[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.

[BurtReynolds]

I'm definitely not a corvette guy and I will look absolutely ridiculous in one, but I appreciate beauty, regardless of the negative stigma around them.

I'd take an El Camino though. I think I'm going to by two cars, because I suspect one will always be breaking down.

[BurtReynolds]

Wtf I thought you’d like that

My home parking lot is full of those cheap pieces of crap. A bunch of morons trying to stand out by buying the same car everyone else has. Sheeple!

[BurtReynolds]

Apologies to any Charger owners here. I'm sure you look very cool in yours.

[BurtReynolds]

I appreciate beauty.

[spike]

I appreciate beauty.

I assume longhorns are standard issue on any car more than 18’ long in the south

[wease]

I appreciate beauty.

I assume longhorns are standard issue on any car more than 18’ long in the south

Just Texas. Even Georgia got the rid of them after Dukes of Hazzard was canceled.

[96583UP]

wow. guns on that car too

very macho

[Peeps]

it was like the an apocalyptic wasteland in the city today. normally there are about 100 cars in the lot when i park. i was #1 today.

the swifties are here for two concerts tonight and tomorrow so this afternoon is going to be a delicious hell leaving the city

[Peeps]

on the way home i got the call. loan went through and closing on the 30th

whew what a relief

[oasisfan35]

on the way home i got the call. loan went through and closing on the 30th

whew what a relief

Congrats on your lifetime hobby Peeps!

[Chris_H_2]

Congrats Jerry!

[BurtReynolds]

Congrats.

Lightning struck the building next door and their alarm went off for about 2 hours. It was 5:30 AM