Talk about your day thread

[dad]

I have new people pretty much every time, its not hard at all.

People are nicer/more outgoing not in the US.

nice people suck ass.

[Peeps]

The Today sponge?

No silly

[Whitey McTeeth]

Had an alright time last night.

[BurtReynolds]

Watching burglaries-gone-wrong videos. Pretty funny. This mostly naked dude stopped three of them by himself.

[Jorge]

Today I heard a native English speaker refer to someone else as an "unflattering piece of shit." They were basically just calling them a scumbag. But the use of "unflattering" confused me. Can the word be used that way? As an... insult? I'd never heard it before and now I am questioning everything

[BurtReynolds]

I dont think they know what unflattering means.

[Strat]

Got my patio furniture out and in working order, electrically mowed my small yard, worked a bit, now enjoying a couple beers hoping the Wild can pull this off.

Not bad sunday. Feel like a well adjusted adult kind of maybe.

[macphisto]

Nice day. Good food, good drinks, good company. Gonna try and bang this MILF I know later.

[VinylGuy]

Great day.

I grilled salmon and vegetables, ate a lot. Took my dogs out, saw my little niece, listened to RHCP and now im waiting for my soccer team to play a game.

[Whitey McTeeth]

I’ve been drinking champagne all day. Didn’t see this one coming.

[Jorge]

Great day.

I grilled salmon and vegetables, ate a lot. Took my dogs out, saw my little niece, listened to RHCP and now im waiting for my soccer team to play a game.

Sounds great except for the RHCP part

[VinylGuy]

Great day.

I grilled salmon and vegetables, ate a lot. Took my dogs out, saw my little niece, listened to RHCP and now im waiting for my soccer team to play a game.

Sounds great except for the RHCP part

I listened TWICE to the new album, first time while going to my moms and now at home, blasting the vinyl fucking loud

twice hehe

[spike]

Great day.

I grilled salmon and vegetables, ate a lot. Took my dogs out, saw my little niece, listened to RHCP and now im waiting for my soccer team to play a game.

Sounds great except for the RHCP part

I listened TWICE to the new album, first time while going to my moms and now at home, blasting the vinyl fucking loud

twice hehe

VG, please sit down. Everyone here loves you…

[VinylGuy]

just talking bout my day

[Strat]

Hot tub drinking

[BurtReynolds]

The neighbors are going to wake up to a surprise in the parking lot.

[spike]

Will you give them a lift to work?

[dad]

that sucks. i hope someone had the courtesy to yell, "timber!"

[BurtReynolds]

Will you give them a lift to work?

Nah

[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.