Red Mosquito

Higgs wrote:

96583UP wrote:nice! you should def photo bomb them

I kinda want to save up a fart and let rip (hopefully loudly) as I wander past and she's "striking a pose". I doubt I'd have either the timing or the guts to pull it off however.

spike wrote:Damn the torpedoes. A photobomb of a guy the moment he realizes he’s shit his pants is a bloody unicorn. Make their day.

doug rr wrote:feel like shit..cold or something coming on..we have to fly to LA tonight and get the house shit done..my wife's favorite aunt that we always visit in Portland died last night at 6:15 at the age of 94..might put a wrench in things..my friend Scott is reffing the vikings game in London so thats cool..anyway, congrats Strat. Aaron sucks..will be able to watch the about half the broncos game at home before heading to the airport..go broncos and as always..fuck the raiders..

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I woke up a few times feeling weirdly lightheaded before my alarm went off at 7:45. Laid there for around 15 minutes playing on my phone for around fifteen minutes trying to decide if I felt like getting up. Rolled over and next thing I know it's noon. I've been napping a lot lately too am I dying. Also dreamed like crazy last night. Some wild stuff I tell ya.

doug rr wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I woke up a few times feeling weirdly lightheaded before my alarm went off at 7:45. Laid there for around 15 minutes playing on my phone for around fifteen minutes trying to decide if I felt like getting up. Rolled over and next thing I know it's noon. I've been napping a lot lately too am I dying. Also dreamed like crazy last night. Some wild stuff I tell ya.

roll tide

doug rr wrote:feel like shit..cold or something coming on..we have to fly to LA tonight and get the house shit done..my wife's favorite aunt that we always visit in Portland died last night at 6:15 at the age of 94..might put a wrench in things..my friend Scott is reffing the vikings game in London so thats cool..anyway, congrats Strat. Aaron sucks..will be able to watch the about half the broncos game at home before heading to the airport..go broncos and as always..fuck the raiders..

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.