Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

orgy

Must be Fleiss

[wease]

Haha

[dad]

Got a bunch of people coming over tonight. Like around 15 probably.

what's the occasion?

Glad you asked.

answer the question.

Got your ass

i bet you'd like that, perv.

[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.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

My Sketchup instructor is an Aussie. I’m having to convert measurements, and I think I prefer metric. lol



Pulling up walls on this 3D model today. So fun!

[bodysnatcher]

Nah leave it like that. No need to contain yourself into boxes. Live open, live free.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Or pony walls all throughout. lol

[VinylGuy]

Woke up early to see Argentina play soccer at the Olympics ; then head out to BBQ the shit out of a fuckin great entraña, potatos , cheese and peppers.

Had an amazing Rutini Cabernet Franc and now I’m ready for coffee

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Woke up early to see Argentina play soccer at the Olympics ; then head out to BBQ the shit out of a fuckin great entraña, potatos , cheese and peppers.

Had an amazing Rutini Cabernet Franc and now I’m ready for coffee

Same

[Ello Sailor]

My Sketchup instructor is an Aussie. I’m having to convert measurements, and I think I prefer metric. lol

Been saying this for years. Imperial is fucking stupid for 3D modelling. Or anything, really.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

My Sketchup instructor is an Aussie. I’m having to convert measurements, and I think I prefer metric. lol

Been saying this for years. Imperial is fucking stupid for 3D modelling. Or anything, really.

3/16” the fuck

So annoying

[Jorge]

I'm in Dublin. Fun town! Aer Lingus lost my bags though

[bodysnatcher]

more like Aer Dingus

[Ello Sailor]

Aer Lingus lost my buddy's luggage too. But he had valuables in there. Valuables that were missing when the luggage arrived home some two weeks later.

I realize I'm not helping, but fuck Aer Lingus.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Sláinte


Murphy’s first rule of motivation (for the airline to find your bags):
You can accomplish more with a kind word and a shillelagh, than you can with just a kind word.

[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.

[BurtReynolds]

More ocular migraines. Disheartening.

[spike]

Aer Lingus lost my buddy's luggage too. But he had valuables in there. Valuables that were missing when the luggage arrived home some two weeks later.

I realize I'm not helping, but fuck Aer Lingus.

Bags were lost on both my mother’s and sister’s honeymoons to Ireland. Probably both flew Aer Lingus.

[Jorge]

I know it's easy to fall in love with a place after spending only a couple days but man I am really enjoying Dublin. I would live here

[Chris_H_2]

I know it's easy to fall in love with a place after spending only a couple days but man I am really enjoying Dublin. I would live here

what do you like about it relative to other cities?

we were there in april for three days. it was fine. but i can't say that an extra day or two would've been better.