Red Mosquito

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Peeps wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Peeps wrote:good luck doug

i read this as "good luck dong" and i'm still laughing to myself

true story. i have a cousin named doug. at my grandmothers funeral all the grandkids sent flowers. the florist messed his up and it read dong


14 years ago and we still randomly call him dong

love this. reminds me of the "beloved cunt" episode of curb your enthusiasm.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Peeps wrote:good luck doug

i read this as "good luck dong" and i'm still laughing to myself

doug rr wrote:went to the store early this morning since I was wide awake...we have 2 friends coming down for the weekend and my wife mentioned that they are both vodka and champagne drinkers...we have plenty of champagne so I bought a 1.75 litre of vodka..I then walked by the deli and they just put out the first batch of their friends chicken which is very good so I grabbed 2 thighs and 2 legs and also bought the days newspapers...I felt weird afterwards just buying those 3 things in the morning...

Jorge wrote:Friends chicken

spike wrote:What kinda vodka?

spike wrote:What kinda vodka?

spike wrote:Rough morning with the kid. Not the usual attention span, and kept saying she was hungry and whining for food. I was in a get some shit done mode but had to mostly abandon that.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:Rough morning with the kid. Not the usual attention span, and kept saying she was hungry and whining for food. I was in a get some shit done mode but had to mostly abandon that.

fine. i'll bite.

what did you have to get done?

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.