Red Mosquito

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Oof. A Boston 6 or 7 is like what, a normal 3 or 4?

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Oof. A Boston 6 or 7 is like what, a normal 3 or 4?

Ruddo designate numbers to the following:

Diane Chambers
Rebecca Howe
Carla Tortelli

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.

Higgs wrote:Just caught up on the past 4 pages or so of this thread. Note to self: be extra nice and loving to my wife as there is no way in hell that I want to be out on the dating scene again in 2024.

Good luck Coach, wishing you the best.

Coach wrote:

doug rr wrote:coach takes 3 ladies bowling would be a good reality show..

I'm a big fan of the double-header.

Set up two dates on the same day.

One in the AM or for lunch.

The other in the evening.

Then evaluate.

Monkey_Driven wrote:

Coach wrote:

doug rr wrote:coach takes 3 ladies bowling would be a good reality show..

I'm a big fan of the double-header.

Set up two dates on the same day.

One in the AM or for lunch.

The other in the evening.

Then evaluate.

this sounds awful

Bammer wrote:I briefly dated two girls simultaneously about 20 years ago.

No thanks.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Bammer wrote:I briefly dated two girls simultaneously about 20 years ago.

No thanks.

Happy 23rd anniversary the other day, btw

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.

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Bammer wrote:I briefly dated two girls simultaneously about 20 years ago.

No thanks.

Happy 23rd anniversary the other day, btw

haha

Bammer wrote:I went on another radio show today and blew hard

dad wrote:

Monkey_Driven wrote:

Coach wrote:

doug rr wrote:coach takes 3 ladies bowling would be a good reality show..

I'm a big fan of the double-header.

Set up two dates on the same day.

One in the AM or for lunch.

The other in the evening.

Then evaluate.

this sounds awful

yeah, what if the AM date is going well, and you're having a good time and you don't want it to end before lunch?