Talk about your day thread

[The Argonaut]

Did you just attack me and Veggie?

I don't think I follow either of you? I wish I did!

But Argo is already guilty of this

I have no regrets

[dpupenya]

Why can't I post in the Say something stupid thread?

[Jorge]

Too smart

[bodysnatcher]

I printed mine out and dropped them in the mail to Ruddo this afternoon

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Bammer, were you the podcast host or guest? I’ve done a couple as a guest and they want me to do another one. I’m over it. Nobody cares about what I have to say.

Guest - and I feel you on this. I’ll see how many streams or whatever that it gets and determine if I wanna do it again or not.

They always ask me around the holidays also. So I’ll probably need a topic soon.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Good birthday. I’d trade it all for Wendy,

[Jorge]

Good birthday. I’d trade it all for Wendy,

Happy birthday, Whitey. Hope you two can get back together soon

[spike]

looks like my only sitting outside at a paris cafe will be a mccafe lol. after a long trek of souvenir shopping, the kid wanted and deserved mcnuggets, so we stopped at a mcd's near the louvre, which was predictably packed, with only outside tables available and the weather just pleasant enough to sit at one. since she couldn't wait til we got back to the apartment, that's what we did. her nana and i had cappuccinos.

i spent most of the time shooing away fucking nasty pigeons.

[The Argonaut]

Paris is wasted on the young

[BurtReynolds]

looks like my only sitting outside at a paris cafe will be a mccafe lol. after a long trek of souvenir shopping, the kid wanted and deserved mcnuggets, so we stopped at a mcd's near the louvre, which was predictably packed, with only outside tables available and the weather just pleasant enough to sit at one. since she couldn't wait til we got back to the apartment, that's what we did. her nana and i had cappuccinos.

i spent most of the time shooing away fucking nasty pigeons.

Did you see any riots?

[tommy]

Rough morning. I forgot my Bluetooth headphones this morning and the lady I'm working for is sitting alone in her office listening to Christmas music like a psychopath.

[The Argonaut]

trick her into walking under your ladder. seven years of bad luck oughta teach her

[tommy]

trick her into walking under your ladder. seven years of bad luck oughta teach her

I'm using a 5 ft ladder today, so she'd pretty much have to crawl under it.

[dad]

trick her into walking under your ladder. seven years of bad luck oughta teach her

I'm using a 5 ft ladder today, so she'd pretty much have to crawl under it.

what if you started singing along like a bigger psycho?

[E.H. Ruddock]

i spent most of the time shooing away fucking nasty pigeons.

You deserved that upgrade on the flight home

[tommy]

trick her into walking under your ladder. seven years of bad luck oughta teach her

I'm using a 5 ft ladder today, so she'd pretty much have to crawl under it.

what if you started singing along like a bigger psycho?

She'd probably like it because I have the voice of an angel.
I went home at lunch and got my earbuds, so all is well.

[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.

[wease]

Tommy when do they celebrate Xmas in the uk?

March 13

[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.

[wease]

Tommy when do they celebrate Xmas in the uk?

March 13

lol the Brits are so weird

That’s why we had to get away from them.