Talk about your day thread

[dimejinky99]

First time callers to the National Rape Crisis helpline increased by almost 50% during the Nikita Hand civil case against Conor McGregor.

https://www.newstalk.com/news/first-tim ... al-1786252

[spike]

Your unfaltering optimism is almost inspirational

Mine?
hehe you'll like this
He was just a few months ago saying he was gonna run for the presidency of Ireland (current presidents term is up next year and campaign overlapping) saying he'll stop the immigrants and house the irish not the blacks and he'll have them turned around at the airport and disintegrate any houses theyre living in etc etc etc
sound familiar?
President has no legislative powers whatsoever here and its mainly to review legislaton legally and send it for review and sign it into law. Conor wouldnt be allowed as much leave the residence, and most certainly not the country (President needs the parliaments permission to leave the state) but he has all these online hordes who love him, all whipped up to support his campaign and make ireland irish again! and all these irish american retards think they can actually vote for him. It's comical (they cant). And in no universe is he getting elected, hes reviled here utterly by all.


all this to say, hes reviled here and it'll never happen, but there are multiples of other victims and if the come forward, his troubles as insignificant as they seem to you guys, will get exponentially worse financially and otherwise. It's PDiddy level bad but in a much more violent way.
He's broken womens jaws and had their cars burnt out and simply for not taking his hush money after hed raped them. Literally mob methods to get them to shut the fuck up. And there's numerous victims and not just here in the US also.
I am an eternal optimist and I know and look forward to the day he spends the rest of his life in prison.

Sounds like what everyone supposedly thought of Trump in 16 and 24.

[daft twat]

Great Thanksgiving meal. We opted for the dog show over football, laughed throughout, and switched over in time to watch Eberflus demonstrate he’s brain dead. Everyone has left. My kids are now gaming. The oldest has a 5-1 shift at Kohl’s tomorrow morning. My wife and I are going to finish “Nobody Wants This,” but we agreed on an hour alone first. I don’t know what she’s doing, but I’m in the guest bedroom farting with the white noise machine on. This is as good as it gets.

[BurtReynolds]

what time does Kohl's open?

[Ello Sailor]

I don’t know what she’s doing, but I’m in the guest bedroom farting with the white noise machine on. This is as good as it gets.

[spike]

Sounds like Mrs daft needs to destroy the toilet.

[spike]

Having to celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow has really fucked my chance to watch Green Bay Packers football.

[Higgs]

Having to celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow has really fucked my chance to watch Green Bay Packers football.

You're Australian now. You don't have to celebrate Thanksgiving at all anymore. Embrace the freedom.

[spike]

Having to celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow has really fucked my chance to watch Green Bay Packers football.

You're Australian now. You don't have to celebrate Thanksgiving at all anymore. Embrace the freedom.

But it’s the greatest holiday ever invented. Eating, drinking, napping, and football.

[Higgs]

Having to celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow has really fucked my chance to watch Green Bay Packers football.

You're Australian now. You don't have to celebrate Thanksgiving at all anymore. Embrace the freedom.

But it’s the greatest holiday ever invented. Eating, drinking, napping, and football.

Well, now that you are here in the land of the truly free, I believe I speak for all us cunts in saying "If it pleases you (and doesn't harm anyone else) than do it".

Chonk on.

[Jorge]

Officiated another wedding tonight. My fifth ever. I'm getting good at this! I'm a little drunk but I had a great time

[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]

Going to the south to see my sis in a few hours. just a week, and ill be working from there, but really happy to have that time to focus on whats next from and see all the gorgeous scenery of Bariloche

[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.

[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.

[wease]

Spent all of yesterday in YNP with my friends who are visiting. Me and my buddy were in their rental van with three kids who were very unchill; my wife and his wife were in a separate car enjoying mellow conversation.

Lots of good spots, but my personal highlight was two bull elk locking horns in front of all the cows. Ten years here and that was a new one for me.

That is cool.

[VinylGuy]

Going to the south to see my sis in a few hours. just a week, and ill be working from there, but really happy to have that time to focus on whats next from and see all the gorgeous scenery of Bariloche

I just looked that place up and it’s beautiful!

Yeah great place and very comfortable if I need to work from a distance for me. I try to come here once a year; but it’s been 3 years since I came alone, even if my sister lives in the city.

I expect to read a lot; watch movies and work on different ideas for 2025

[doug rr]

went on a nice long walk with my wife this morning on the beach..we stopped at our normally reliable breakfast spot and both our dishes sucked ass..everything was cold. worst hollandaise sauce ever and cold eggs..came home and had a Bloody Mary

[BurtReynolds]

went on a nice long walk with my wife this morning on the beach..we stopped at our normally reliable breakfast spot and both our dishes sucked ass..everything was cold. worst hollandaise sauce ever and cold eggs..came home and had a Bloody Mary

Are you in Vancouver now?

[doug rr]

went on a nice long walk with my wife this morning on the beach..we stopped at our normally reliable breakfast spot and both our dishes sucked ass..everything was cold. worst hollandaise sauce ever and cold eggs..came home and had a Bloody Mary

Are you in Vancouver now?

no..we're on our last week or so in California...hopefully