discussed getting the snip for him and when to do it. they referred to it as castration. i know thats what it is but good lord. why not use neuter instead?
The vet probably gets off on making you uncomfortable
You’re taking his balls, Jerry. It shouldn’t be sugarcoated.
plumber came for annual checkup on the tankless water heater
had a boring 30 minute call with the financial advisors
had a nice 30 minute walk with my wife and no dogs
picked some pears and plums off the neighbors trees
good first half of the day so far..I need a nap at some point
Got the kid to nap since she really needs one. Should lead into Miller time before the Packers game. Nice way to wind down almost two weeks straight of solo parenting. We pick up the wife at the airport after school tomorrow.
i have facebook, but don't use it much. i also have messenger, but use it when i'm trying to buy or sell something on marketplace, which is rare too.
today, i opened messenger, and saw a notification for a message request - someone trying to message me. i opened it and the person messaging me asked if i used to live in a specific town when i was younger, and asked to confirm my mom's name.
i then did a double-take on the pic and it is the girl who was my babysitter when i was a little kid. she lived in the same neighborhood. the last i remember seeing her was when i was a teen. it was at a swimming pool, and she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, and her pubic hair was showing on both sides.
96583UP wrote:i recently bought travel-size packets of metamucil
dad wrote:i have facebook, but don't use it much. i also have messenger, but use it when i'm trying to buy or sell something on marketplace, which is rare too.
today, i opened messenger, and saw a notification for a message request - someone trying to message me. i opened it and the person messaging me asked if i used to live in a specific town when i was younger, and asked to confirm my mom's name.
i then did a double-take on the pic and it is the girl who was my babysitter when i was a little kid. she lived in the same neighborhood. the last i remember seeing her was when i was a teen. it was at a swimming pool, and she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, and her pubic hair was showing on both sides.
Did you ask for more current pics?
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
dad wrote:i have facebook, but don't use it much. i also have messenger, but use it when i'm trying to buy or sell something on marketplace, which is rare too.
today, i opened messenger, and saw a notification for a message request - someone trying to message me. i opened it and the person messaging me asked if i used to live in a specific town when i was younger, and asked to confirm my mom's name.
i then did a double-take on the pic and it is the girl who was my babysitter when i was a little kid. she lived in the same neighborhood. the last i remember seeing her was when i was a teen. it was at a swimming pool, and she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, and her pubic hair was showing on both sides.
Did you ask for more current pics?
you think that'll help erase the image that's seared into my brain?
96583UP wrote:i recently bought travel-size packets of metamucil
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.
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