Red Mosquito

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Wease, get a keypad deadbolt. It was a lifesaver with three kids always losing keys and then moving the hidden spare one. Haven’t used house keys in years!

wease wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Wease, get a keypad deadbolt. It was a lifesaver with three kids always losing keys and then moving the hidden spare one. Haven’t used house keys in years!

We’ve actually discussed this for the garage but not the house for some reason. Thanks ruddo.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Wease, get a keypad deadbolt. It was a lifesaver with three kids always losing keys and then moving the hidden spare one. Haven’t used house keys in years!

We’ve actually discussed this for the garage but not the house for some reason. Thanks ruddo.

It’s stories like these where I completely take our attached garage for granted.

VinylGuy wrote:Very slow day at work. Thinking i might just relax after lunch and see a movie.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Wease, get a keypad deadbolt. It was a lifesaver with three kids always losing keys and then moving the hidden spare one. Haven’t used house keys in years!

We’ve actually discussed this for the garage but not the house for some reason. Thanks ruddo.

It’s stories like these where I completely take our attached garage for granted.

Yeah, we have that as well, but never trusted the kids with a remote for it. So we have a keypad to open that as well. Kids are dumb as hell sometimes.

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.

96583UP wrote:fuck

what kind of pasta

Spoiler: show

dimejinky99 wrote:Imagine goin see a film with VG

That’d be be so cool

Rangi Guy wrote:First day today at the campsite. Pretty sure I'm horribly sunburned, and I've probably drank my bodyweight this evening. Been a good time so far

BurtReynolds wrote:Been very emotional lately. Highs and lows. Felt so happy today that I felt I would burst into tears. Maybe it's the brain tumor acting up.

Just cruising around in my c4 Corvette listening to synthwave in absolutely perfect weather. I want for nothing!

VinylGuy wrote:Just sitting in my balcony drinking some coke. Fresh air, beautiful weather