Talk about your day thread

[spike]

I guess we’re ringing in the new year by taking down the Xmas decor today.

Hoping for a nap later, as I had a little too much bourbon last night and slept poorly.

[bart]

I’m pretty sure that’s actually a really small amount of money to spend on multiple call girls in Vegas

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Are you okay bart

[VinylGuy]

Happy new year You dumb fuckerssss

Love all of you

[Ello Sailor]

[bart]

Are you okay bart

no lenny. I have fucking shingles

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Are you okay bart

no lenny. I have fucking shingles

May want to keep it in your pants until you're healed

[Dev]

Are you okay bart

no lenny. I have fucking shingles

Did you have a nerve explode and internal bleeding and all that shit?

[96583UP]

crazy thunderstorm right now

managed to do 175 pushups earlier

bring back Dave A

[Ello Sailor]

Hot as fuck. At the beach. Listening to Talking Heads in between dipping my balls in the ocean. Some decent waves to bodysurf. Going to annihilate some smoked salmon later. Hell yeah.

[Rangi Guy]

crazy thunderstorm right now

managed to do 175 pushups earlier

bring back Dave A

The wife kids and I sat out under the gazebo the other night watching a thunderstorm. Went on well past when we went to bed. Averaging between 1-3 lighting strikes a minute

[tragabigzanda]

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]

crazy thunderstorm right now

managed to do 175 pushups earlier

bring back Dave A

The wife kids and I sat out under the gazebo the other night watching a thunderstorm. Went on well past when we went to bed. Averaging between 1-3 lighting strikes a minute

nature is powerful

thinking of Galaxy on this New Year's eve

[96583UP]

Hot as fuck. At the beach. Listening to Talking Heads in between dipping my balls in the ocean. Some decent waves to bodysurf. Going to annihilate some smoked salmon later. Hell yeah.

This is all so tight

i want to be that ocean water

[Rangi Guy]

crazy thunderstorm right now

managed to do 175 pushups earlier

bring back Dave A

The wife kids and I sat out under the gazebo the other night watching a thunderstorm. Went on well past when we went to bed. Averaging between 1-3 lighting strikes a minute

nature is powerful

thinking of Galaxy on this New Year's eve

I think about her every day

[tragabigzanda]

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.

[Rangi Guy]

Hot as fuck. At the beach. Listening to Talking Heads in between dipping my balls in the ocean. Some decent waves to bodysurf. Going to annihilate some smoked salmon later. Hell yeah.

Was going to take the kids down to the beach and have some fish and chips, but looks like the weather is turning. Went for a swim in the pool here. Beach still may happen

[96583UP]

crazy thunderstorm right now

managed to do 175 pushups earlier

bring back Dave A

The wife kids and I sat out under the gazebo the other night watching a thunderstorm. Went on well past when we went to bed. Averaging between 1-3 lighting strikes a minute

nature is powerful

thinking of Galaxy on this New Year's eve

I think about her every day

Galaxy this 2025 is dedicated to you

[96583UP]

Hot as fuck. At the beach. Listening to Talking Heads in between dipping my balls in the ocean. Some decent waves to bodysurf. Going to annihilate some smoked salmon later. Hell yeah.

This is all so tight

i want to be that ocean water

Can I be the smoked salmon

you should be the grains of salt in the water

then we would all three be one

ello balls in the numbersup water ensconced with trag salt

together

we are indestructiballl

[Ello Sailor]

Hot as fuck. At the beach. Listening to Talking Heads in between dipping my balls in the ocean. Some decent waves to bodysurf. Going to annihilate some smoked salmon later. Hell yeah.

Was going to take the kids down to the beach and have some fish and chips, but looks like the weather is turning. Went for a swim in the pool here. Beach still may happen

I can't even do pools anymore. I'm full on Ed "the currants wel sheeeft" Ved wid it, and it can't be helped.