Talk about your day thread

[Rangi Guy]

Had been a long day yesterday - that and the changing of clocks left me absolutely beat by the end of the night. As I was getting into bed I jokingly said to my wife - 'I'm sorry, but no Homeboy for you tonight!' She looked me dead in the eyes and said 'Oh - you don't get to decide that.'
I'm not sure if I should be scared

[VinylGuy]

damn

[VinylGuy]

I guess feminism really went too far.

[dad]

dang, homeboy.

[knee tunes]

I saw the total solar eclipse in Texas.

I liked it

[doug rr]

3 minutes in texas in plenty, amirite?

[tree_]

Applied freeze-off to a couple of skin tags, one huge and one small. What a weird experience. They were actually covered in ice for a bit. Looking forward to them falling off.

[Bammer]

3 minutes in texas in plenty, amirite?

Is this a solar eclipse joke?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Feel like poo.

[tree_]

Feel like poo.

hungover?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Feel like poo.

hungover?

No I don’t imbibe

[E.H. Ruddock]

Lenny have you tried the bird dogs from Bojangles yet?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Lenny have you tried the bird dogs from Bojangles yet?

I haven’t heard of them

[doug rr]

Feel like poo.

me too, buddy

[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]

Feel like poo.

me too, buddy

To the quote pyramidmobile!

we have done everything we're supposed to do for the move on Friday..the building people called today and said they still need like 5 things that I've already done..took them awhile to find everything but it took most of the day..morons..I've forgotten what its like to live in a high rise with 500 apartments

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Feel like poo.

me too, buddy

To the quote pyramidmobile!

we have done everything we're supposed to do for the move on Friday..the building people called today and said they still need like 5 things that I've already done..took them awhile to find everything but it took most of the day..morons..I've forgotten what its like to live in a high rise with 500 apartments

You should move in with me.

[tommy]

Feel like poo.

me too, buddy

To the quote pyramidmobile!

we have done everything we're supposed to do for the move on Friday..the building people called today and said they still need like 5 things that I've already done..took them awhile to find everything but it took most of the day..morons..I've forgotten what its like to live in a high rise with 500 apartments

You should move in with me.

Or me. How do you feel about snow?

[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]

Feel like poo.

me too, buddy

To the quote pyramidmobile!

we have done everything we're supposed to do for the move on Friday..the building people called today and said they still need like 5 things that I've already done..took them awhile to find everything but it took most of the day..morons..I've forgotten what its like to live in a high rise with 500 apartments

You should move in with me.

we'd just end up ordering food twice a day and watching baseball until we fall asleep