Things you have an irrational love for

[Jorge]

That's the other way around from what I meant but essentially yes

[wease]

That's the other way around from what I meant but essentially yes

Yes. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that.

[Higgs]

Indoor poop plumbing. After using some drop toilets while camping gotta say I am a big fan of doing my daily dump on a dunny linked up to direct drainage.

We have a toilet in the van but I have refused to use it. I am however the one who has to clean the thing out at dump points when the time comes. #shittyjobs

[Jorge]

This little guy:


He's just so stupid looking. Always makes me laugh.

[LetMeSleep]

This little guy:


He's just so stupid looking. Always makes me laugh.

Prostate emoji?

[knee tunes]

[knee tunes]

alphabetizing sometimes

[Bammer]

Loading up my Apple Wallet with Mariners tickets

[Jorge]

When you think you're super-lowballing an eBay "or best offer" listing and you get an immediate "approved!" pop-up

[epilogue]

This tradition of going to the beach (at least) once a week between May & September.

[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.

[epilogue]

This tradition of going to the beach (at least) once a week between May & September.

What beach do you guys hit?

Jones was our spot. I feel guilty I’ve never once been to Coney Island.

We do Riis & Fort Tildon.

[dad]

surströmming videos.

[bodysnatcher]

Can I look that word up on my work computer? Or should I grab my phone

[dad]

Can I look that word up on my work computer? Or should I grab my phone

yes.

[tommy]

Can I look that word up on my work computer? Or should I grab my phone

You should probably use Tor

[Bammer]

Dividers between urinals

[bodysnatcher]

Dividers between urinals

On the flip side, the big troughs that just have ice in them

[Bammer]

Dividers between urinals

On the flip side, the big troughs that just have ice in them

One says “I’m comfortable here” and the other says “I’m here to have fun”

[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.