Things you have an irrational hatred of

[spike]

When the grocery store puts the sticker tag over the zip lock on a bag of cold cuts or cheese. Makes it nearly impossible to unzip with rip the bag.

[Vitalogist]

When the grocery store puts the sticker tag over the zip lock on a bag of cold cuts or cheese. Makes it nearly impossible to unzip with rip the bag.

Definitely. This just happened to me yesterday.

[E.H. Ruddock]

When the grocery store puts the sticker tag over the zip lock on a bag of cold cuts or cheese. Makes it nearly impossible to unzip with rip the bag.

Definitely. This just happened to me yesterday.

Tell us your cold cut of choice

[B]

When the grocery store puts the sticker tag over the zip lock on a bag of cold cuts or cheese. Makes it nearly impossible to unzip with rip the bag.

Definitely. This just happened to me yesterday.

Tell us your cold cut of choice

Boars Head Sweet Slice Ham

[Vitalogist]

When the grocery store puts the sticker tag over the zip lock on a bag of cold cuts or cheese. Makes it nearly impossible to unzip with rip the bag.

Definitely. This just happened to me yesterday.

Tell us your cold cut of choice

I usually do some kind of combo of black pepper turkey and salami. But I do corned beef for Reubens a lot.

[Ello Sailor]

When the grocery store puts the sticker tag over the zip lock on a bag of cold cuts or cheese. Makes it nearly impossible to unzip with rip the bag.

The worst. But it's strangely comforting to know that grocery stores do this silly shit the world over.

[B]

"Please listen carefully because our options have changed."

We both know you recorded that 5 years ago. And I will NOT listen closely. Don't talk to me like a child. Answer your god damned phone and talk to me, you fuckers!

[Sgt. Crackpot]

"Please listen carefully because our options have changed."

We both know you recorded that 5 years ago. And I will NOT listen closely. Don't talk to me like a child. Answer your god damned phone and talk to me, you fuckers!

Fucking this 100%

[E.H. Ruddock]

Lots of old man anger happening in here

[doug rr]

just a bunch of dudes on the phone eating lunch meat

[spike]

Lots of old man anger happening in here

With any luck, this kinda stuff will be the lyrical basis for Dark Matter.

[Bammer]

Cold Cutfession

[spike]

Mandolin Slicer of the Hour

[spike]

All Nitrates

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

Gonna need about 20 more good ones to make up for that first one

[B]

Ham of the Hour

[Ms Harmless]

pleeeeease don't salami

[spike]

Sub Boat Captain

[spike]

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