Red Mosquito

spike wrote:LJs are great when outdoors, but upon entering a heated space, cease to kick ass rather quickly.

tragabigzanda wrote:Long john diehard since before I can remember, but recent dad bod encroachments on my comfort have pushed me towards fleece-lined pants

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.

doug rr wrote:haven't wore them in years but they were my favorite Christmas gift up into my late teens

tragabigzanda wrote:

doug rr wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Long john diehard since before I can remember, but recent dad bod encroachments on my comfort have pushed me towards fleece-lined pants

I tried the flannel lined jeans back in the mid 2000s during cold nyc winters and I got way too hot and sweaty

yes but you eat meat and whiskey three meals a day

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:haven't wore them in years but they were my favorite Christmas gift up into my late teens

see, you should call your mother . . .

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:haven't wore them in years but they were my favorite Christmas gift up into my late teens

see, you should call your mother . . .

I texted a couple days ago..balls are rolling

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:haven't wore them in years but they were my favorite Christmas gift up into my late teens

see, you should call your mother . . .

I texted a couple days ago..balls are rolling

JuanHamm wrote:

spike wrote:LJs are great when outdoors, but upon entering a heated space, cease to kick ass rather quickly.

What temperature do you set your heat at?

spike wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:

spike wrote:LJs are great when outdoors, but upon entering a heated space, cease to kick ass rather quickly.

What temperature do you set your heat at?

Not my thermostat bro

JuanHamm wrote:

spike wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:

spike wrote:LJs are great when outdoors, but upon entering a heated space, cease to kick ass rather quickly.

What temperature do you set your heat at?

Not my thermostat bro

Answer the f*cking question

doug rr wrote:we keep this place at 64...its like David letterman's studio if you've ever been...friends always bitch its too cold

doug rr wrote:we keep this place at 64...its like David letterman's studio if you've ever been...friends always bitch its too cold