Red Mosquito

bodysnatcher wrote:I wanna see tree diagram that sentence

bodysnatcher wrote:I wanna see tree diagram that sentence

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

verb_to_trust wrote:

Bammer wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Kindly asking most of you here (won’t name names but rhymes with schmammer) to pause with the puns. It has gotten really bad with all the amateur punning lately. Let’s all settle down for a while and breathe. Then, when you least expect it, a good one might pop up from a pro.

please calm Down

Let them govern

*rule

Bammer wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

verb_to_trust wrote:

Bammer wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Kindly asking most of you here (won’t name names but rhymes with schmammer) to pause with the puns. It has gotten really bad with all the amateur punning lately. Let’s all settle down for a while and breathe. Then, when you least expect it, a good one might pop up from a pro.

please calm Down

Let them govern

*rule

Pendrule ‘em

wease wrote:

Bammer wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

verb_to_trust wrote:

Bammer wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Kindly asking most of you here (won’t name names but rhymes with schmammer) to pause with the puns. It has gotten really bad with all the amateur punning lately. Let’s all settle down for a while and breathe. Then, when you least expect it, a good one might pop up from a pro.

please calm Down

Let them govern

*rule

Pendrule ‘em

Good god that’s awful

Higgs wrote:Why am I feeling this unrelenting, uncontrollable anger all the time lately?

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.

Bammer wrote:You’re at dinner with some kind of group. How does your order change if you are under the impression someone else is paying?

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:I basically never order more or less than my appetite is calling for. I gave up the “dining out = overeating” mentality a long time ago. Absolutely hate feeling stuffed.

bodysnatcher wrote:I’d probably just eat some crackers or bread so I don’t feel obligated to owe them anything. Never put yourself in the debt of someone else.

Jorge wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:I’d probably just eat some crackers or bread so I don’t feel obligated to owe them anything. Never put yourself in the debt of someone else.

What a sucker