Admit Something

[wease]

I've become somewhat addicted to sour patch kids...a friend was staying with us a couple weeks ago and he had some..I've since bought about 4 bags..I keep a full jar of them now on the table next to the couch..

my son eats them non-stop when he's studying. not great for someone like him that has a touch of TMJ.

I dont know what TMJ is

Too Much Juice

[Chris_H_2]

I've become somewhat addicted to sour patch kids...a friend was staying with us a couple weeks ago and he had some..I've since bought about 4 bags..I keep a full jar of them now on the table next to the couch..

my son eats them non-stop when he's studying. not great for someone like him that has a touch of TMJ.

I dont know what TMJ is

Too Much Juice

he's ripped

[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.

[doug rr]

I've become somewhat addicted to sour patch kids...a friend was staying with us a couple weeks ago and he had some..I've since bought about 4 bags..I keep a full jar of them now on the table next to the couch..

you gotta try these:

https://bonbonnyc.com/collections/bonbo ... hWZC2uirZZ

thanks..will do

[Matters]

I’m out of practice.

[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.

[spike]

Imagine hers after all that poking.

[BurtReynolds]

Imagine the smell.

[96583UP]

trag just mad because p diddy not involved

[Ello Sailor]

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I'm not very good with people

[Ello Sailor]

Yes but you're very good with peepees, so it's fine.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Yes but you're very good with peepees, so it's fine.

No

[Jorge]

I'm not very good with people

Do you want to be?

[doug rr]

I used to only sleep about 5 or 6 hours a night since 2015...we put our dog down and sold the house in LA and now I cant stop sleeping..I dont know if thats good or not..

[spike]

Like, you’re sleeping better than ever with less stress and no animal disruptions?

[doug rr]

Like, you’re sleeping better than ever with less stress and no animal disruptions?

yes, I think so...but we only want to sleep now but have too much to do..so it doesn't even out yet..

[spike]

Like, you’re sleeping better than ever with less stress and no animal disruptions?

yes, I think so...but we only want to sleep now but have too much to do..so it doesn't even out yet..

You’re always tired from all that needs doing, and sleep is also a handy way to avoid doing those things. Reminds me of all the moving prep before Oz earlier this year with a four year old. Turned in way earlier plenty of days, like just after getting the kid down.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I'm not very good with people

Do you want to be?

Yes I want to be the best at everything, but it's too late.

[doug rr]

I'm not very good with people

Do you want to be?

Yes I want to be the best at everything, but it's too late.

can you make a good French omelette?