Red Mosquito

spike wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:My bed frame just collapsed under me so i'm sleeping on the couch. Looks like it just needs a few nuts and bolts. Hopefully I can find some that fit.

where's the chick you were pummeling sleeping?

dad wrote:Last night, we watched Anchorman with the kids—don't worry, they're teens. It was my fourth time trying to watch it, and I had fallen asleep the previous three times. I made it through this time, but that is one criminally unfunny movie.

Monkey_Driven wrote:

dad wrote:Last night, we watched Anchorman with the kids—don't worry, they're teens. It was my fourth time trying to watch it, and I had fallen asleep the previous three times. I made it through this time, but that is one criminally unfunny movie.

unbelievable

Jorge wrote:Anchorman is not unfunny. What the hell.

dad wrote:Last night, we watched Anchorman with the kids—don't worry, they're teens. It was my fourth time trying to watch it, and I had fallen asleep the previous three times. I made it through this time, but that is one criminally unfunny movie.

dad wrote:Last night, we watched Anchorman with the kids—don't worry, they're teens. It was my fourth time trying to watch it, and I had fallen asleep the previous three times. I made it through this time, but that is one criminally unfunny movie.

epilogue wrote:

dad wrote:Last night, we watched Anchorman with the kids—don't worry, they're teens. It was my fourth time trying to watch it, and I had fallen asleep the previous three times. I made it through this time, but that is one criminally unfunny movie.

I've only met one other person besides me who feels this way. And I married her.

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:just as dad and epilogue are about to hook up, dev walks in pantsless with an airhorn

classic dev

96583UP wrote:just as dad and epilogue are about to hook up, dev walks in pantsless with an airhorn

classic dev

Dev wrote:

96583UP wrote:just as dad and epilogue are about to hook up, dev walks in pantsless with an airhorn

classic dev

The best part is Durden sheepishly exiting the conversation because he is so overwhelmed by it all. I can just imagine his internal dialogue: "Does this mean my wife is gonna leave me for Dev? Wtf no, why should they get to be together? I want to be with Dev and hate Anchorman together with him. My wife can make it on her own. Omg I have to tell her I'm leaving her."