Red Mosquito

spike wrote:

tommy wrote:

Peeps wrote:took bogey to the vet yesterday.

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.

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:they told me a while ago that 5 out of 10 dogs that walk through the door shit on the floor...they're prepared

next time you should shit on the floor too.

let's see how prepared they are...

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:they told me a while ago that 5 out of 10 dogs that walk through the door shit on the floor...they're prepared

next time you should shit on the floor too.

let's see how prepared they are...

i swear i'm having deja vu and this exchange happened about six months ago

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:they told me a while ago that 5 out of 10 dogs that walk through the door shit on the floor...they're prepared

next time you should shit on the floor too.

let's see how prepared they are...

i swear i'm having deja vu and this exchange happened about six months ago

nah, you're just getting old.

tommy wrote:

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:they told me a while ago that 5 out of 10 dogs that walk through the door shit on the floor...they're prepared

next time you should shit on the floor too.

let's see how prepared they are...

i swear i'm having deja vu and this exchange happened about six months ago

nah, you're just getting old.

It's sad to see

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:they told me a while ago that 5 out of 10 dogs that walk through the door shit on the floor...they're prepared

next time you should shit on the floor too.

let's see how prepared they are...

i swear i'm having deja vu and this exchange happened about six months ago

Chris_H_2 wrote:at least i don't have age spots like doug

Chris_H_2 wrote:i knew it.

http://forums.theskyiscrape.com/viewtop ... 4#p1973084

Chris_H_2 wrote:i knew it.

http://forums.theskyiscrape.com/viewtop ... 4#p1973084

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.

wease wrote:

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?

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.