Red Mosquito

wease wrote:Matching paddle boards

doug rr wrote:if I knew you guys were in the market for SUPs you could have had mine for free..you'd have to go to hermosa and get them out of my garage though

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:if I knew you guys were in the market for SUPs you could have had mine for free..you'd have to go to hermosa and get them out of my garage though

Ship them to me when you sell your house.

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:Are you all pumping your SUPs manually or are you using a compressor?

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.

bodysnatcher wrote:My ‘sups are usually inflated bc I actually don’t care what is actually up

spike wrote:Nipple clamps?

Rangi Guy wrote:

spike wrote:Nipple clamps?

I wish!
Pasta roller and cutters

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:Matching paddle boards

Samesies!

spike wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:

spike wrote:Nipple clamps?

I wish!
Pasta roller and cutters

So you do have a third nipple. I knew it.

Bammer wrote:

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:Matching paddle boards

Samesies!

No longer matching. Mrs. Bam swapped hers out for one that’s better for doing yoga poses on.