Red Mosquito

Mickey wrote:No norther than that

dad wrote:

Mickey wrote:No norther than that

oh, closer to jolly fat man...

good for you.

Bammer wrote:

Mickey wrote:

Bammer wrote:I used to pin the lack of foresight in Mickey’s home purchase on his inspector, but now I realize it was Mickey who really failed Mickey all along.

If we sold our home today we'd make six figures of net profit over what we paid two years ago.

Congratulations on keeping up with literally everyone else. You only capitalize on that by moving to Kansas or something.

Mickey wrote:

dad wrote:

Mickey wrote:No norther than that

oh, closer to jolly fat man...

good for you.

Get in now, in 20 years Thunder Bay will be the only liveable city on the continent

Bi_3 wrote:

Mickey wrote:

dad wrote:

Mickey wrote:No norther than that

oh, closer to jolly fat man...

good for you.

Get in now, in 20 years Thunder Bay will be the only liveable city on the continent

Did this ever go into effect?

https://www.npr.org/2022/04/08/10915680 ... ome-buyers

96583UP wrote:two bike rides

200 large crickets
6 neon tetras
3 black neon tetras
3 catepillars

baguette with prosciutto

2 cups of coffee w whipped cream
bc out of
milks

banana

mi pinga

chinga tu madre

yo soy gay

that’s about it

doug rr wrote:going to hit balls this morning and then to the store to buy a ham hock

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:Friday morning I got four wisdom teeth pulled. Passed on the fentanyl during the procedure, and no opiates after. Had been fine until today with just ibuprofen and tylenol.

As of this morning, I'm pretty sure I've developed dry socket in one tooth. I'm in fuckin' agony.

Kill me.

Bammer wrote:Trag, up until last week we were wisdom teeth bros. Now we’re not