Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

The crazy thing is they're conjoined.

one of them had to wear a blindfold each night

Do you think one of them is going to be able to taste the other’s boyfriend when they’re in college?

Damn, this post is veering into "making tiramisu" territory

[Bammer]

The crazy thing is they're conjoined.

one of them had to wear a blindfold each night

Do you think one of them is going to be able to taste the other’s boyfriend when they’re in college?

Damn, this post is veering into "making tiramisu" territory

You bottom pagin’ sunuvabitch!

[Chris_H_2]

The crazy thing is they're conjoined.

one of them had to wear a blindfold each night

Do you think one of them is going to be able to taste the other’s boyfriend when they’re in college?

Damn, this post is veering into "making tiramisu" territory

i'm not gonna lie, i ripped it off from family guy

[Higgs]

The crazy thing is they're conjoined.

one of them had to wear a blindfold each night

Do you think one of them is going to be able to taste the other’s boyfriend when they’re in college?

Damn, this post is veering into "making tiramisu" territory

It was "flicking the bean" but whatevs.

[doug rr]

driving up to Vancouver this afternoon..first stop is at the in-laws for a drink then off to my buddy's house for bbq chicken..probably dial up something on tv and then go to bed

[Coach]

Allergies are kinda bad / annoying today, so I took a Benadryl. Tired now.

[Coach]

Allergies are kinda bad / annoying today, so I took a Benadryl. Tired now.

Turns out I took an "extra strength" one and that's why it hit me so hard.

[Coach]

Allergies are kinda bad / annoying today, so I took a Benadryl. Tired now.

Turns out I took an "extra strength" one and that's why it hit me so hard.

No need for it today, so feeling good despite it being late afternoon.

[BurtReynolds]

glad everything worked out for you.

[96583UP]

i think i had some allergies too

[Chris_H_2]

i didn't get a chance to eat lunch today and i'm starving

[dad]

I hope you got something to eat.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Had lunch today.

[VinylGuy]

woke up kinda late, went to the office, worked for a while, came home and bought groceries.

Tonight ill have a bath while in drink wine and then ill make risotto with mushrooms.

I might see Mission Impossible Rogue Nation and then some horror movie.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

woke up kinda late, went to the office, worked for a while, came home and bought groceries.

Tonight ill have a bath while in drink wine and then ill make risotto with mushrooms.

I might see Mission Impossible Rogue Nation and then some horror movie.

Hell yeah

[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.

[96583UP]

bike ride

beach

lentils

[wease]

We’ve been chosen to be a Nielsen family. House Trag about to make serious waves for the television industry.

Do you still use cable or satellite?

[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.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Tell them to get you free cable. Make a power play.