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[Jorge]

It's fun to watch Burt and Ello tussle because they have extremely different posting styles and Ello's aggressiveness really does seem to disarm Burt, but Ello's reliance on the fat thing rings hollow when we have no idea what he looks like. He could be the fattest guy on RM! We don't know

[Ello Sailor]

Whilst hilarious, this is veering more into sadcringe territory. Until next time.

[BurtReynolds]

He seems to have a problem recognizing social cues and getting angry and going straight to 11. No sense of pacing or flow. Unoriginal lyrics. No understanding of banter! He's like a caveman!

[Ello Sailor]

He seems to have a problem recognizing social cues and getting angry and going straight to 11. No sense of pacing or flow. Unoriginal lyrics. No understanding of banter! He's like a caveman!

Whatever you have to tell yourself to get by, King Neckbeard.

[Jorge]

I'm a fan of both of you. Keep doing what you do

[BurtReynolds]

I've always thought of Aussies as basically the Commonwealth version of American southerners (rednecks). that's probably why we get along so well.

[Jorge]

I think Ello is kiwi

[BurtReynolds]

oh fuck that then.

[coptheriotact]

Why don’t they install dividers between each urinal? 2 screws and a small vertical plank of plastic?

[Ello Sailor]

oh fuck that then.

Still fat and neckbearded, bro?

[Ello Sailor]

Jks I know you're not shedding that for a long while. But we can talk when you're done with your quest.

[Jorge]

Why don’t they install dividers between each urinal? 2 screws and a small vertical plank of plastic?

That's way too many urinals anyway

[doug rr]

Why don’t they install dividers between each urinal? 2 screws and a small vertical plank of plastic?

That's way too many urinals anyway

thats how fights starts at yankees/red sox games

[BurtReynolds]

Side panels are just another thing to piss on. People are animals out there.

[BurtReynolds]

oh fuck that then.

Still fat and neckbearded, bro?

He seems to have a problem recognizing social cues and getting angry

[Jorge]

Work it out on the remix

[Ello Sailor]

I will rap battle Burt. And I will win.

Jorge, you're on the desk (obviously)

[bart]

Ppl complaining about urinals when I remember peeing into one giant trough with the dregs of society like an animal as a kid at Memorial Stadium

[bodysnatcher]

Ppl complaining about urinals when I remember peeing into one giant trough with the dregs of society like an animal as a kid at Memorial Stadium

I’m currently at a bar that has said trough

[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.