Talk about your day thread

[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.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

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

Damnit
I called them three days in a row asking for updates. The answer was always the same: "Your bags made it to Dublin airport. They now need to be processed and will be sent to you." Okay. When? "We don't know. You just have to wait." Can I go to the airport and pick them up myself? "No. You would just be wasting your time. Nobody will be able to help you at the airport. The bags are in process. Just wait."

After three days of this we finally lost our patience and went to the airport. We kicked up a minor fuss and prompted staff to go looking for them. The bags were just sitting there, in a huge warehouse with hundreds of others unclaimed, unprocessed bags. Nobody was looking for them. They were never going to be sent to me. We were able to retrieve them within minutes.

I’d be livid

lol lenny
Did they know you are?
ugh..this happened to us in Florence years ago..they lost my luggage and AMEX gave us 500 to buy stuff...the bags were at the airport the whole time just sitting there

[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.

[Peeps]

the hospital will be calling me in the next week or so to schedule another ablation

[wease]

Everything ok peeps?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

go fuck yourself lenny
I'm in Dublin. Fun town! Aer Lingus lost my bags though

Damnit
I called them three days in a row asking for updates. The answer was always the same: "Your bags made it to Dublin airport. They now need to be processed and will be sent to you." Okay. When? "We don't know. You just have to wait." Can I go to the airport and pick them up myself? "No. You would just be wasting your time. Nobody will be able to help you at the airport. The bags are in process. Just wait."

After three days of this we finally lost our patience and went to the airport. We kicked up a minor fuss and prompted staff to go looking for them. The bags were just sitting there, in a huge warehouse with hundreds of others unclaimed, unprocessed bags. Nobody was looking for them. They were never going to be sent to me. We were able to retrieve them within minutes.

I’ll jack that jaw
I’d be livid

lol lenny
Did they know you are?
ugh..this happened to us in Florence years ago..they lost my luggage and AMEX gave us 500 to buy stuff...the bags were at the airport the whole time just sitting there

[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.

[Chris_H_2]

the hospital will be calling me in the next week or so to schedule another ablation

not gonna lie: i read this as "abortion"

[lennytheweedwhacker]

the hospital will be calling me in the next week or so to schedule another ablation

not gonna lie: i read this as "abortion"

That guy fucks

[Chris_H_2]

the hospital will be calling me in the next week or so to schedule another ablation

not gonna lie: i read this as "abortion"

That guy fucks

evidently pretty recklessly

[VinylGuy]

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

I called them three days in a row asking for updates. The answer was always the same: "Your bags made it to Dublin airport. They now need to be processed and will be sent to you." Okay. When? "We don't know. You just have to wait." Can I go to the airport and pick them up myself? "No. You would just be wasting your time. Nobody will be able to help you at the airport. The bags are in process. Just wait."

After three days of this we finally lost our patience and went to the airport. We kicked up a minor fuss and prompted staff to go looking for them. The bags were just sitting there, in a huge warehouse with hundreds of others unclaimed, unprocessed bags. Nobody was looking for them. They were never going to be sent to me. We were able to retrieve them within minutes.

That reminds me of that thread with the girl i think? watching her luggage just being there in somebody´s apt for days

[Rangi Guy]

the hospital will be calling me in the next week or so to schedule another ablation

You all good buddy?

[spike]

Can’t stress putting Air Tags in your checked luggage enough, team.

[96583UP]

got a windshield replaced on my car

big crack braking suddenly going up a hill

too much pressure on it

fun times

[Peeps]

all is good here fellas

i had a 2 week period were while resting the old heart rate jumped to 130-160 bpm 3 different times. it only lasted an hour but each time and the third time it was only about 10 minutes. it wont kill you or anything but when that happens it is hard to reconcile that. i sent over my ekg readings from my watch to my electrophysioligist and while it isnt something that needs done ASAP it is something that can help these isolated incidents.

the physical part i can handle its the mental drainage that i am more concerned with. when it happens my normal thought process of the glass isnt just half full it is half full with acid turns 100 times worse and i think the worse. basically i have felt this way for the past two years even when it doesnt happen so hopefully this gives me a huge piece of mind

plus i get to get knocked out and enjoy the best sleep of my life

[VinylGuy]

My dad´s wife got rushed into the hospital yesterday for a Pancreatitis, caused for fucking stones. They will do some tests yesterday to see if she needs surgery or not but my brothers were pretty scared.

[wease]

My brother-in-law has been hospitalized a couple of times for pancreatitis. Caused by his alcoholism.

[VinylGuy]

yeah, thats one of the possible reasons.
This very same woman´s sister was an alcoholic and i think she died because of some cancer or something? she drank even pure alcohol so imagine that.

[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.

[VinylGuy]

oh let me be clear, my dad´s wife is not an alcoholic.

One of the possible reasons for Pancreatitis is being al alcoholic, but this is not the case.

She did had a sister who was one, and i could see her downfall and it was just incredible really. This woman was gorgeous and in just 10 years she seemed like 90 years old. But it was impossible to deal with, and i think her main issue was that she got very depressed once she divorced and never had children.