Red Mosquito

wease wrote:“Boneless chicken wings.” They’re goddamn chicken nuggets

epilogue wrote:When someone brings food to the office and then tries to shame others into taking all the uneaten stuff home with them. Listen, you didn't have to bring shit in. No one wants to eat it, then it's your responsibility. Not mine. YOU take that shit home!

But also thank you for bringing in food. Even if no one wanted it.

dad wrote:

epilogue wrote:When someone brings food to the office and then tries to shame others into taking all the uneaten stuff home with them. Listen, you didn't have to bring shit in. No one wants to eat it, then it's your responsibility. Not mine. YOU take that shit home!

But also thank you for bringing in food. Even if no one wanted it.

man, that was some ride.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Similar to when I bring Mickey to the office.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Similar to when I bring Mickey to the office.

epilogue wrote:When someone brings food to the office and then tries to shame others into taking all the uneaten stuff home with them. Listen, you didn't have to bring shit in. No one wants to eat it, then it's your responsibility. Not mine. YOU take that shit home!

But also thank you for bringing in food. Even if no one wanted it.

wease wrote:

epilogue wrote:When someone brings food to the office and then tries to shame others into taking all the uneaten stuff home with them. Listen, you didn't have to bring shit in. No one wants to eat it, then it's your responsibility. Not mine. YOU take that shit home!

But also thank you for bringing in food. Even if no one wanted it.

It was the gal working the window wasn’t it?

Peeps wrote:we get lunch brought into us Tuesdays and Fridays and there is one lady who brings in her own tupperware and when the announcement goes out to take leftovers (they have small containers for us) she rushes to the kitchen and loads up

Peeps wrote:we get lunch brought into us Tuesdays and Fridays and there is one lady who brings in her own tupperware and when the announcement goes out to take leftovers (they have small containers for us) she rushes to the kitchen and loads up

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

epilogue wrote:When someone brings food to the office and then tries to shame others into taking all the uneaten stuff home with them. Listen, you didn't have to bring shit in. No one wants to eat it, then it's your responsibility. Not mine. YOU take that shit home!

But also thank you for bringing in food. Even if no one wanted it.

It was the gal working the window wasn’t it?

AL

No. It was at the admin office, not at the theater.

But goddamn that's funny. But that gal at the window makes a mean mint-chocolate cupcake/brownie thing. And also, she's my boss.

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.

B wrote:Do what you want. You'll get bored with your clothes before you ruin them.

bodysnatcher wrote:

B wrote:Do what you want. You'll get bored with your clothes before you ruin them.

is B a nudist?