You receive a disposable credit card preloaded with $700

[Ms Harmless]

I would actually hire a plane to sky-write Trag a loving message in the clouds: "WE GET IT, YOU'RE AN AUDIOPHILE"

[dad]

all of Lenny’s posts

you can’t put a price on them.

[Jorge]

some nice headphones for RockPusher

You can't buy a gift for someone else. It's in the rules. Maybe buy yourself some reading glasses

[dad]

some nice headphones for RockPusher

You can't buy a gift for someone else. It's in the rules. Maybe buy yourself some reading glasses

got his ass.

[Ello Sailor]

You guys suck at this, huh.

Except dad. Dad sucks at nothing.

[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.

[dad]

You guys suck at this, huh.

Except dad. Dad sucks at nothing.

I dunno man. I like The National.

[Chris_H_2]

You guys suck at this, huh.

Except dad. Dad sucks at nothing.

I dunno man. I like The National.

[doug rr]

tee shirts and boxers

[spike]

all of Lenny’s posts

you can’t put a price on them.

I just did homie.

[spike]

I’d drape myself in velvet.

[96583UP]

USD?

Second hand MIJ Fender P bass (2004-2006) - $676

oh yeah you are a smart man

[bart]

can't help but read the OP in Jigsaw's voice

[Bammer]

I'm buying this...retail $645

So horny.

Lock it up.

[Sgt. Crackpot]

700 dollarydoos worth of bitcoin

[Anders]

New tv.

[coptheriotact]

bitcoin > monero > dark matter

or plan b

dentist?

[Farmer John]

I would pay a master thief $700 to break into the Ello Sailor compound and steal that bass.

[Bammer]

It would require a little research but I’d use it for a quick trip (round trip flight) to attend a game at an MLB stadium that I haven’t been to yet. Ideally a day game, fly in the morning and out the same evening, avoiding a hotel stay.

[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.