RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[spike]

Hairlines aren’t matching up

lenny's the steve carell of RM

[lennytheweedwhacker]

??

[washing machine]

Is that alex

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Is that alex

No. Come on.

[bodysnatcher]

I thought that was Elvis Presley at first glance.

[Chris_H_2]

I thought that was Elvis Presley at first glance.

poor scott baio. always the forgotten one.

[bodysnatcher]

Yeah that looks like a pic of young Scott Baio and Ralph Macchio, if the Cuban Missile Crisis had gone the other way and we were on a different timeline

[wease]

Which one’s Macchio?

[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]

Guys that’s a young George Clooney and Michael Madsen.

[daft twat]

Thought I was making a new friend at a social gathering. After a few minutes of conversation we realized we'd met 21 years ago, at a Model United Nations thing in high school.





We briefly considered recreating the older picture but we weren't quite drunk enough

that's great.

Is that James Mcavoy?

[spike]

Guys that’s Madman Mundt and Barton Fink.

[wease]

Guys that’s a young George Clooney and Michael Madsen.

Woah.

[Rangi Guy]

Went away for a few days around the weekend

[wease]

Goddamn, Rangi. That’s beautiful

[Rangi Guy]

Goddamn, Rangi. That’s beautiful

Best bit is - it's only like a 30 minute drive from our house - and it's cheap as. There's a bunch of homes right on the beach owned by PSA (emplyment union) and my wife is a member, and one of the perks is being able to rent these out. We end up staying there quite a few times during the year

[lennytheweedwhacker]

[Sloppy Dupree]

You look like a guy I worked with at the DMV named Pervis Oily. We called him Scrimshaw P.

[BurtReynolds]

Hey I know Scrimshaw! How's he doing these days?

[Sloppy Dupree]

He’s in prison for rape