What are the best RM threads?

[bart]

the thread where PMA talked about getting ripped off by a hooker

[spike]

catch all threads have ruined the great thread possibilities

dime just posted about african overpopulation in talk about your day

[Ello Sailor]

the thread where PMA talked about getting ripped off by a hooker

That was Samwise.

Poor guy. I don't think the story was funny, but confusing PMA for Samwise is definitely funny.

[doug rr]

great, now I want some Tunisian couscous

[Ello Sailor]

catch all threads have ruined the great thread possibilities

dime just posted about african overpopulation in talk about your day

Our days will be about Nigerian children in the near future. He's just getting in early.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

the thread where PMA talked about getting ripped off by a hooker

That was Samwise.

Poor guy. I don't think the story was funny, but confusing PMA for Samwise is definitely funny.

I miss that board so much

[Ello Sailor]

I miss SportsFreakPete

[spike]

i miss soma

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I miss SportsFreakPete

He was as pure as the cold driven snow.

[Ello Sailor]

i miss soma

No one can tough-guy forever, bro.

[spike]

i miss soma

No one can tough-guy forever, bro.

You’re a soy boy now.

[bart]

the thread where PMA talked about getting ripped off by a hooker

That was Samwise.

Poor guy. I don't think the story was funny, but confusing PMA for Samwise is definitely funny.

Eh whatever, it was one of the sad bastards of RM 2

[E.H. Ruddock]

i miss soma

No one can tough-guy forever, bro.

You’re a soy boy now.

damn got his ass

[Ello Sailor]

I'm an almond milk guy at best. Spike has the soy shit locked down.

[Ello Sailor]

Please put my balls in your purse and ship them halfway across the world against my will etc.

[spike]

what a narrative

[Ello Sailor]

[washing machine]

Honestly I think a lot of what makes RM good can be found in the first half of the running thread.

[Peeps]

ill reach out to sportsfreakpete and tell him he is missed on here

the how many 5 year olds can you take thread
the me and my wife swing thread
superkyles good bye rant

those are the three that stick out the most to me

[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.