Things you have an irrational hatred of

[tree_]

So it was tree_ being violent with someone and not The Raz?

She was very well behaved. I wasn't violent. Just honest and a little mean. No regrets.

The Raz has grown

dang right she has

[tommy]

So it was tree_ being violent with someone and not The Raz?

She was very well behaved. I wasn't violent. Just honest and a little mean. No regrets.

Sometimes it's nice to be a little mean.

[wease]

So it was tree_ being violent with someone and not The Raz?

She was very well behaved. I wasn't violent. Just honest and a little mean. No regrets.

The Raz has grown

dang right she has

Hard time will do that sometimes.

[tree_]

werd

[Jorge]

we're all concerned here that you spend too much time with your folks...just dial up a movie for them and go home

jorge thinks it's sweet

It is. I love my parents and they love me.

It's hard for some people to understand that others could have a close, loving relationship with their parents. It's not their fault.

[spike]

tree and his wife are definitely in a cult now

[E.H. Ruddock]

did i mention he was a mentally handicapped black guy?

just kidding

[Ello Sailor]

Tree has been straight outta line this week, and I'm invested.

[tree_]

To-go boxes are most of the time not air tight. You should not store food in them for very long if you plan to eat it. Gosh dang.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I have poison ivy all over my fingers. I want to cut them off. Fml

[tree_]

I have poison ivy all over my fingers. I want to cut them off. Fml

Oh damn dude, my sympathies. As a child I once had huge blisters all over my body from having to chop down a church's weeds off a fence with a machete, completely unprepared. Might just want to wrap them in bandages. On the plus side, running hot water over it can be quite orgasmic.

[doug rr]

ouch..I've never experienced poison ivy

[tommy]

ouch..I've never experienced poison ivy

I'll mail you some

[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.

[tree_]

wow trag you really could write for SNL

[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.

[B]

I have poison ivy all over my fingers. I want to cut them off. Fml

Doctor can give you steroids.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I have poison ivy all over my fingers. I want to cut them off. Fml

Doctor can give you steroids.

[B]

I have poison ivy all over my fingers. I want to cut them off. Fml

Doctor can give you steroids.

Yeah, I was an asshole to my whole family for a week, but it knocked the poison ivy right the fuck out.

[BurtReynolds]

I have poison ivy all over my fingers. I want to cut them off. Fml

God's punishment for posting round earth lies.