Talk about your day thread

[Chris_H_2]

We’re about to grab lunch at a joint by the big pool, but they’ve just started blasting Macarena nearby, so I could see my wife calling a frustrated audible.

wait. now where the heck are you?

Mexico

for what?

a quinceañera.

they grow up so rapido

[Peeps]

last few days before the company shuts down for X-mas week. on one hand nobody in the office so its a great time to catch up on things. other hand can take off work and not worry about things piling up.

[spike]

We’re about to grab lunch at a joint by the big pool, but they’ve just started blasting Macarena nearby, so I could see my wife calling a frustrated audible.

wait. now where the heck are you?

Mexico

for what?

Kid is on holiday break and wife wanted some beach. May do it again in February.

[spike]

We’re about to grab lunch at a joint by the big pool, but they’ve just started blasting Macarena nearby, so I could see my wife calling a frustrated audible.

wait. now where the heck are you?

Mexico

for what?

a quinceañera.

they grow up so rapido

no gracias

[Chris_H_2]

We’re about to grab lunch at a joint by the big pool, but they’ve just started blasting Macarena nearby, so I could see my wife calling a frustrated audible.

wait. now where the heck are you?

Mexico

for what?

Kid is on holiday break and wife wanted some beach. May do it again in February.

nice. we used to take the kids to tulum at the beginning of february. we had the place to ourselves, it being right after the holidays but before the spring breakers.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Did you take the bus to Tulum because a kid at the airport in Coz hustled you for $100. But to get your wristbands for the bus, you had to first meet Javier at the ferry?? But that day you aren’t going to Tulum?

Instead you end up going down an alleyway in Playa, to get into a car with a strange woman that Javier passed you off to. And just went you think you’re now a hostage, you end up at vacation club all day sales funnel with a British guy, and another guy named Big Sal who wont let you leave until he hustles you for $16,000?

[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.

[96583UP]

you should soy gay while there

[Chris_H_2]

Did you take the bus to Tulum because a kid at the airport in Coz hustled you for $100. But to get your wristbands for the bus, you had to first meet Javier at the ferry?? But that day you aren’t going to Tulum?

Instead you end up going down an alleyway in Playa, to get into a car with a strange woman that Javier passed you off to. And just went you think you’re now a hostage, you end up at vacation club all day sales funnel with a British guy, and another guy named Big Sal who wont let you leave until he hustles you for $16,000?

Yes

[pepperwhiteMFC]

In a weird marketing manager way, I was both impressed and horrified that I ended up there.

[Vitalogist]

Traveling to Dayton to see family today

[tommy]

Traveling to Dayton to see family today

Tell them we said Hi

[spike]

Traveling to Dayton to see family today

Tell them we said Hi

From afar

[tommy]

Traveling to Dayton to see family today

Tell them we said Hi

From afar

Not me. I'm closer than Vitalogist would expect.

[doug rr]

our phone alerts went off awhile ago and we spent a lot of time on the porch in the rain watching 7 orcas put on a show...good stuff

[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.

[doug rr]

no, just a lot of rain and orcas trying to kill something for an hour our so

[Chris_H_2]

no, just a lot of rain and orcas trying to kill something for an hour our so

your lasagna?

[spike]

I’m confused, were the two events related ?

I believe Doug has an app that alerts him when orcas are fucking in the bay viewable from his abode.

[96583UP]

orcas don't fk around

i wonder if the spanish ones will ever train orcas in other parts of the world to attack boats too

like che guevara orcas

exporting revolution