Red Mosquito

spike wrote:

wease wrote:

JuanHamm wrote:You should all be sterilized

Oh come on. Slide of Hand is gold

Tommy would prefer cricket puns.

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:

Coach wrote: GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

Nice. That's a bitch to prepare. Must be love.

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:

Coach wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote: GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

Nice. That's a bitch to prepare. Must be love.

It is!

She's going to add some mushrooms to the sauce, which I requested, too.

why are you ruining this

BurtReynolds wrote:Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote: GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

Nice. That's a bitch to prepare. Must be love.

It is!

She's going to add some mushrooms to the sauce, which I requested, too.

why are you ruining this

Coach wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote: GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

Nice. That's a bitch to prepare. Must be love.

It is!

She's going to add some mushrooms to the sauce, which I requested, too.

why are you ruining this

I like vegetable lasagna so she is adding some veggies. Tastes good!

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

BurtReynolds wrote:

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

wease wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

What year?

BurtReynolds wrote:

wease wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

What year?

87

doug rr wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

wease wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

What year?

87

you should have went with the rear split window from 63