Talk about your day thread

[The Argonaut]

do you ever put your gf on your shoulders, don an overcoat, and pretend to be a large adult to get into R-rated movies?

that would be fun!

6'5 + 5'1 = 11'6

That would have to be a very long overcoat

I don’t think he meant that she stands on your shoulders.

She's actually standing on the top of Jorge's head according to his calculations

[dad]

do you ever put your gf on your shoulders, don an overcoat, and pretend to be a large adult to get into R-rated movies?

that would be fun!

6'5 + 5'1 = 11'6

That would have to be a very long overcoat

I don’t think he meant that she stands on your shoulders.

She's actually standing on the top of Jorge's head according to his calculations

sounds painful. not fun at all.

[spike]

Jorge really looking like a rube the past few pages.

[Jorge]

Jorge really looking like a rube the past few pages.

What a day

[JuanHamm]

I accidentally left my prime account logged into a hotel TV in Myrtle Beach a couple of months ago and today somebody bought the movie 2 Guns on it.

It all got taken care of pretty quickly by Amazon, but I'm left wondering why did they buy it instead of renting it?

[Mickey]

I accidentally left my prime account logged into a hotel TV in Myrtle Beach a couple of months ago and today somebody bought the movie 2 Guns on it.

It all got taken care of pretty quickly by Amazon, but I'm left wondering why did they buy it instead of renting it?

Maybe they wanted to watch it twice over the course of the week

[bodysnatcher]

Woke up this morning with my head at the foot of the bed. Guess I turned around in my sleep? But I was sleeping so well when my alarm went off I’m gonna try and go to bed tonight in the same direction

[LetMeSleep]

Woke up this morning with my head at the foot of the bed. Guess I turned around in my sleep? But I was sleeping so well when my alarm went off I’m gonna try and go to bed tonight in the same direction

Wtf? That happens to kids. And drunks.

[Peeps]

Had a dream that a domestic war happened. Was a bit nutso. I ran next door to check on my neighbor and here it was jamelizabeth. We started to send texts to ruddo who replied it was happening there too but he would be up to help us. The bad guys intercepted the message and laughed at it.

It was all very red dawnish only it wasn’t a foreign threat

[JuanHamm]

One of my cats got skunked at 10pm last night. I had to go out and stop at multiple stores looking for hydrogen peroxide. I bathed him last night and this morning and either it's working or I'm growing used to the smell. It's hard to know.

[wease]

Probably working. We were quite surprised at how well that solution worked a couple of weeks ago.

[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.

[wease]

Wasn’t that like just a few days ago wease?

Life is a blur.

Two Saturdays ago friend.

[JuanHamm]

That's good to hear. I can't stand skunk smell.

[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.

[Higgs]

Wasn’t that like just a few days ago wease?

Life is a blur.

Two Saturdays ago friend.

Wtf, I’m gonna blink and be 50

I already blinked.

[Norah]

Probably working. We were quite surprised at how well that solution worked a couple of weeks ago.

yeah that mixed with a little baking soda and Dawn works wonders

[BurtReynolds]

I was walking down the street and this old lady asked me where some place was. I pulled out my phone to see if I could look it up, and she told me to stop looking at my phone and then called me a stupid fag. Then she crossed the street and called me a bitch.

Life in the big city.

[Norah]

then she said here's a quarter, go put it in the washing machine

[BurtReynolds]

I hate this place so much.