Travel thread

[E.H. Ruddock]

We just booked Scotland - Shetland for the last couple of weeks in October. I'm excited.

[dimejinky99]

We just booked Scotland - Shetland for the last couple of weeks in October. I'm excited.

Scotland..ehhhh were right there...


door is open kettle is on

[VinylGuy]

Wease, we both looked so tanned and happy back in June

[Chris_H_2]

We just booked Scotland - Shetland for the last couple of weeks in October. I'm excited.

are you gonna ride those midget ponies around?

[E.H. Ruddock]

We just booked Scotland - Shetland for the last couple of weeks in October. I'm excited.

are you gonna ride those midget ponies around?

I think you are confusing me with daft twat

[dimejinky99]

ride a pony is a mad gimmick song here...im just letting you know

[daft twat]

We just booked Scotland - Shetland for the last couple of weeks in October. I'm excited.

are you gonna ride those midget ponies around?

I think you are confusing me with daft twat

I’m only into bipeds. Never ridden one before, though. I saw a sign that said, “stump grinding,” and I think that’s what sex with a little person should be called.

[doug rr]

[wease]

Wease, we both looked so tanned and happy back in June

Hell yeah we did

[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.

[doug rr]

5
get up to go pee come back and clank their heads together really hard and slap them

[Chris_H_2]

5
get up to go pee come back and clank their heads together really hard and slap them

You’re not filming a three stooges episode Doug

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

We just booked Scotland - Shetland for the last couple of weeks in October. I'm excited.

are you gonna ride those midget ponies around?

I think you are confusing me with daft twat

I’m only into bipeds. Never ridden one before, though. I saw a sign that said, “stump grinding,” and I think that’s what sex with a little person should be called.

[daft twat]

I’m an aisle guy. Sitting next to T Swift on a commercial flight would be a helluva story tho.

[Peeps]

10

it would just be and hillary since eps is dead

[Chris_H_2]

As much as I’d love to do 6, I couldn’t take 10 hours in a middle seat.

I’m choosing 8 so I could get some sleep and not have to worry about the d-bag at the end of our row because of who I’m sitting next to.

[doug rr]

who is the guy in 6?

[Chris_H_2]

I didn’t even notice the other person in the row with 6 in it

[Jorge]

Hasan Piker. He used to post here under the username TheDapperGent