Talk about your day thread

[Chris_H_2]

pretty much

[E.H. Ruddock]

pretty much

I feel like your son is already disappointed in you for doing this

[bart]

Shooting skeet is fun but it might be better to start with trap

[wease]

Sorry about your GF coach.

[oasisfan35]

Ugh. My GF for over the last year broke up with me last night.

We had been fighting (stupid little fights) but she said it was getting toxic.

I'm sad because we would typically trade text messages all day long so I keep checking my phone for one out of habit and then I get disappointed.

This was the same chick that I brought to Pearl Jam in MN, too!

[E.H. Ruddock]

36 hours in to the COVID booster and no side effects other than a sore arm. I didn’t get the flu shot at the same time, i wonder if that has anything to do with it?

[Higgs]

Nah. Your just hard AF, Ruddo.

[tree_]

Working on identifying and moving through strong feelings of resentment and fear. Becoming a better person.

[dad]

you got this, buddy.

[Higgs]

Working on identifying and moving through strong feelings of resentment and fear. Becoming a better person.

Go well tree_.

[spike]

36 hours in to the COVID booster and no side effects other than a sore arm. I didn’t get the flu shot at the same time, i wonder if that has anything to do with it?

Wife got hers separately and the Covid still put her down. You’re all man.

[E.H. Ruddock]

36 hours in to the COVID booster and no side effects other than a sore arm. I didn’t get the flu shot at the same time, i wonder if that has anything to do with it?

Wife got hers separately and the Covid still put her down. You’re all man.

Nah, my arm really hurts

[Coach]

Sorry about your GF coach.

thanks this sucks, takes everything out of me not to contact her, which I won't, but still sucks.

[BurtReynolds]

Have you tried telling her about your BMs?

[E.H. Ruddock]

[96583UP]

i got McD's at lunch and tried the Mambo sauce for the first time

not that bad actually

but I am still a sweet n sour man

[E.H. Ruddock]

Bring back the Szechuan sauce

[Bammer]

I could barely stay awake today and right now I’m babysitting my nephews.

[spike]

The wife and I got sloshed at the 4-7pm free drink happy hour last night and both slept like shit, so we’ll be taking full advantage of no kid responsibility to nap it up this afternoon.

[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.