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[Chris_H_2]

but you'll more than likely save $.10 on a gallon of gas

(speaking of, i HATE when gas stations advertise a price for gas, only for them to put in smaller print that that's only with the purchase of a car wash)

[Bi_3]

At Disney this week and am noticing a large number of teenagers with what look like construction site grade noise reduction headphones. Why?

[doug rr]

At Disney this week and am noticing a large number of teenagers with what look like construction site grade noise reduction headphones. Why?

I bet there a lot more older fat people than those headphone kids at Disney

[Ello Sailor]

It's to better avoid interactions with Florida Man.

[dad]

the more interactions with florida man, the better.

ask for their bmi too.

[Bi_3]

At Disney this week and am noticing a large number of teenagers with what look like construction site grade noise reduction headphones. Why?

I bet there a lot more older fat people than those headphone kids at Disney

Yes, the natives are present. But back the headphones… is it like some sensory thing? Puzzling and Google give me nothing

[bodysnatcher]

At Disney this week and am noticing a large number of teenagers with what look like construction site grade noise reduction headphones. Why?

I bet there a lot more older fat people than those headphone kids at Disney

Yes, the natives are present. But back the headphones… is it like some sensory thing? Puzzling and Google give me nothing

More than likely a sensory thing. I’m not saying this is the case, but my cousin is autistic and he and his classmates wear headphones in loud public places

[doug rr]

I'm fairly new to the Costco store...going tomorrow for only like the 2nd or 3rd time..any certain or cool things I need to be on the lookout for?

[wease]

I'm fairly new to the Costco store...going tomorrow for only like the 2nd or 3rd time..any certain or cool things I need to be on the lookout for?

Big barrels of peanut butter

[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]

Dammit trag

[Ello Sailor]

Brinjal chutney.

[Ello Sailor]

Even the whitest man on earth can't say no to brinjal chutney.

[spike]

Good meat at great prices. They have briskets, Doug.

[Higgs]

Good meat at great prices. They have briskets, Doug.

Costco is different here in Australia when it comes to meat. Their meat is of decent quality (in particular I love their lamb chops and the dog gets a large percentage of his diet from their bulk pack chicken breasts) but the pricing isn't great. BIG rib eyes and BIG briskets but matched with BIG prices.

Whenever we go we end up with huge packs of cat food, said chicken breasts for the doggo (cooked later on the webber in a bed of water), sundry shit we don't need and a huge packet of cheese puffs. And a hot dog on the way out.

[spike]

Good meat at great prices. They have briskets, Doug.

Costco is different here in Australia when it comes to meat. Their meat is of decent quality (in particular I love their lamb chops and the dog gets a large percentage of his diet from their bulk pack chicken breasts) but the pricing isn't great. BIG rib eyes and BIG briskets but matched with BIG prices.

Whenever we go we end up with huge packs of cat food, said chicken breasts for the doggo (cooked later on the webber in a bed of water), sundry shit we don't need and a huge packet of cheese puffs. And a hot dog on the way out.

beef's more affordable in the US for sure

[dad]

Good meat at great prices. They have briskets, Doug.

Costco is different here in Australia when it comes to meat. Their meat is of decent quality (in particular I love their lamb chops and the dog gets a large percentage of his diet from their bulk pack chicken breasts) but the pricing isn't great. BIG rib eyes and BIG briskets but matched with BIG prices.

Whenever we go we end up with huge packs of cat food, said chicken breasts for the doggo (cooked later on the webber in a bed of water), sundry shit we don't need and a huge packet of cheese puffs. And a hot dog on the way out.

beef's more affordable in the US for sure

“It’s what’s for dinner.”

“Because the west wasn’t won on salad.”

[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]

lol

[tree_]

Hey RM, Jamie Lee Curtis says there should be more day-time concerts to accommodate people like her who go to bed early and for this and other reasons find it difficult to attend night time concerts. Do you think there should be more day-time concerts? I think it's a good idea, being a person with two young children. I guess it makes sense that artists tend to prefer late night drunken/drugged up party atmosphere audiences and the use of their lights and smoke and stuff.