Describe your friends

[Bammer]

I’ll start by describing Snatch’s friends:

He doesn’t like them, at least one of them he hates, and he doesn’t get along with their wives.

Good stuff.

[Monkey_Driven]

I’ll start by describing Snatch’s friends:

He doesn’t like them, at least one of them he hates, and he doesn’t get along with their wives.

Good stuff.

Oh shit

[The Argonaut]

I was thinking about it, and none of my best friends from growing up my whole life have kids.

My best friend from Pre-K does not have kids
My best from kindergarten has a step-kid.
I'd say there were seven guys that I was close friends with at varying points between then and the end of high school. None have kids, even the married ones.
I'd say I made two really good, close friends in college. Neither has a kid.

Am I cursed?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

You should adopt a little African just to spite them.

[wease]

You should adopt a little African just to spite them.

I have a cousin who is a member of a church and that was the “fad” thing for them all to do. She already had 5 children of her own and so, in order to stay hip, they adopted a little black boy. I don’t know what the other families do, but my cousin and her family treat the little dude like absolute shit. They leave him out of family get-togethers, basically ignore him when he’s around, etc… He would’ve been much better off if they’d never adopted him and I’m sure he thinks about that every day. Poor guy.

[The Argonaut]

Wow. Your cousin sucks

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Is she hot?

[doug rr]

You should adopt a little African just to spite them.

I have a cousin who is a member of a church and that was the “fad” thing for them all to do. She already had 5 children of her own and so, in order to stay hip, they adopted a little black boy. I don’t know what the other families do, but my cousin and her family treat the little dude like absolute shit. They leave him out of family get-togethers, basically ignore him when he’s around, etc… He would’ve been much better off if they’d never adopted him and I’m sure he thinks about that every day. Poor guy.

sounds like an early draft of the blind side

[E.H. Ruddock]

I have friends. I definitely have friends.

[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.

[Jorge]

He would’ve been much better off if they’d never adopted him

This is a pretty big assumption isn't it?

[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.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Do they just make him eat the same food as them?

[dad]

Do they let him have okra?

[epilogue]

I don't have any friends, obviously

[dad]

the older i get the less i want them.

overrated.

[tommy]

My best friend is a good old boy from the south who loves to joke about not being gay

[dad]

sounds like he's holding something back.

he might be in love with you.

[epilogue]

My best friend is a good old boy from the south who loves to joke about not being gay

gross

[doug rr]

do you two paint together?