What’s your digital footprint

[dad]

getting reddit notifications for r/DogfreeHumor because read some comments based off of this post: http://forums.theskyiscrape.com/viewtop ... 7#p2090067

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

Accidentally clicked on some fanny pack sling bag ad while scrolling Instagram and now I’ve gotten about 15 different ads for sling packs

[dad]

accidentally.

[spike]

Accidentally clicked on some fanny pack sling bag ad while scrolling Instagram and now I’ve gotten about 15 different ads for sling packs

I like that for you.

[bodysnatcher]

I mean I guess it would be cool to have extra pockets wrapped around my body so I can carry around some snack spaghetti

[dad]

I mean I guess it would be cool to have extra pockets wrapped around my body so I can carry around some snack spaghetti

you beautiful menace.

[spike]

I mean I guess it would be cool to have extra pockets wrapped around my body so I can carry around some snack spaghetti

you beautiful menace.

The heat from his genitalia will keep it conveniently warm.

[dad]

I mean I guess it would be cool to have extra pockets wrapped around my body so I can carry around some snack spaghetti

you beautiful menace.

The heat from his genitalia will keep it conveniently warm.

i mean, a little cacio e pepe to have at one's wish now and then wouldn't be so bad.

[bodysnatcher]

[doug rr]

I wouldn't mind carrying around some mortadella in my pockets

[wease]

I wouldn't mind carrying around some mortadella in my pockets

I’ve had it with breakfast every morning Ive been In Europe except yesterday.

[doug rr]

I wouldn't mind carrying around some mortadella in my pockets

I’ve had it with breakfast every morning Ive been In Europe except yesterday.

mortadella is a beautiful thing

[Bammer]

Paige VanZant (who I don’t think I’d ever heard of before?) fkn EVEYWHERE the last few days

[Higgs]

I wouldn't mind carrying around some mortadella in my pockets

I’ve had it with breakfast every morning Ive been In Europe except yesterday.

mortadella is a beautiful thing

We are staying in Bologna for 3 nights in September. It is apparently the world headquarters of bologna (surprisingly enough).

Also major centre for parmesan cheese and has 2 Ferrari museums too.

Very much looking forward to this stop, as are my tastebuds.

Related piece of awesomeness - wiffey booked the accommodation here and it is called "Sweet Home Bologna". She's a keeper this one.

[doug rr]

I wouldn't mind carrying around some mortadella in my pockets

I’ve had it with breakfast every morning Ive been In Europe except yesterday.

mortadella is a beautiful thing

We are staying in Bologna for 3 nights in September. It is apparently the world headquarters of bologna (surprisingly enough).

Also major centre for parmesan cheese and has 2 Ferrari museums too.

Very much looking forward to this stop, as are my tastebuds.

Related piece of awesomeness - wiffey booked the accommodation here and it is called "Sweet Home Bologna". She's a keeper this one.

more bologna on the barbie..

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I pinned the dips in my good eats folder, let me know.

[spike]

my kid just asked me who the puppy dog on my screen was (my avatar). i responded it was humadog.

[bodysnatcher]

Accidentally tapped an Instagram ad for a wristwatch and holy shit, wristwatch ads every 4-5 posts now

[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.