Red Mosquito

bodysnatcher wrote:Oh haha I misread that as you got snacks for yourself for the road. Was confused when I saw the dog snacks.

BurtReynolds wrote:I bought a neck massager and a foot massager and I'm using them so much that I'm rubbing bruises into me. Can't stop won't stop.

BurtReynolds wrote:Bought a fifty dollar fountain pen for my cursive writing today. Hope it's good.

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:I bought a neck massager and a foot massager and I'm using them so much that I'm rubbing bruises into me. Can't stop won't stop.

We have one that looks like a gun and packs a sweet, sweet punch. Instant stress relief on my neck and shoulders.

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.

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:I bought a neck massager and a foot massager and I'm using them so much that I'm rubbing bruises into me. Can't stop won't stop.

We have one that looks like a gun and packs a sweet, sweet punch. Instant stress relief on my neck and shoulders.

is it the theragun? we have one of those and we love it

Mickey wrote:A bassinet

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Mickey wrote:A bassinet

Have you ever played one?

tragabigzanda wrote:you hooking that up yourself? the exhaust duct clamp thing is the bane of my existence

BurtReynolds wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Mickey wrote:A bassinet

Have you ever played one?

It's a breed of dog, Lenny.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Mickey wrote:A bassinet

Have you ever played one?

It's a breed of dog, Lenny.

Oh, well...my question still stands.

spike wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Mickey wrote:A bassinet

Have you ever played one?

It's a breed of dog, Lenny.

Oh, well...my question still stands.

All men are dogs.

tragabigzanda wrote:you hooking that up yourself? the exhaust duct clamp thing is the bane of my existence