Red Mosquito

Higgs wrote:

Peeps wrote:a power reclining couch, a manual recliner, a coffee table and two end tables

This dude fucking relaxes.

bodysnatcher wrote:

Higgs wrote:

Peeps wrote:a power reclining couch, a manual recliner, a coffee table and two end tables

This dude fucking relaxes.

AL

Bi_3 wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

Higgs wrote:

Peeps wrote:a power reclining couch, a manual recliner, a coffee table and two end tables

This dude fucking relaxes.

AL

Peeps does Blue Bloods in style

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Curtains and rods. I am going to make my house look 1% better.

Higgs wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Curtains and rods. I am going to make my house look 1% better.

I now refuse to put up new curtains or blinds at my place. My daughter wanted some recently and I said fine but she had to arrange for a handyman to do the work. She hasn't mentioned it since (organising a handyman is waaay too much work for her).

I've put up curtains/blinds 2 or 3 times now and this is a job that ALWAYS sucks. I hate it and will no longer do it under any circumstance.

Higgs wrote:I think the kicker for me was the last time I tried to do it was putting up some venetians that sat within the glass sliding doorframe itself (rather than curtains that sit a few inches above the frame). I was trying to drill the holes to secure the brackets and kept running into the actual steel lintel itself and/or associated steel frame works. It sucked big time and almost made me cry.

Higgs wrote:I think the kicker for me was the last time I tried to do it was putting up some venetians that sat within the glass sliding doorframe itself (rather than curtains that sit a few inches above the frame). I was trying to drill the holes to secure the brackets and kept running into the actual steel lintel itself and/or associated steel frame works. It sucked big time and almost made me cry.

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.

Bi_3 wrote:Bought an extra tall toilet after making a big stink to my wife about the comfort for taller people.. I fucking hate it, but I can't back down now after flushing away all that money.

Bammer wrote:

Bi_3 wrote:Bought an extra tall toilet after making a big stink to my wife about the comfort for taller people.. I fucking hate it, but I can't back down now after flushing away all that money.

They don’t let you try it out at the store?

Bi_3 wrote:Bought an extra tall toilet after making a big stink to my wife about the comfort for taller people.. I fucking hate it, but I can't back down now after flushing away all that money.