Red Mosquito

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I slept a large part of the afternoon because I felt lightheaded and generally mentally and physically...off.

96583UP wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I slept a large part of the afternoon because I felt lightheaded and generally mentally and physically...off.

did you eat enough today

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

96583UP wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I slept a large part of the afternoon because I felt lightheaded and generally mentally and physically...off.

did you eat enough today

I may not have yesterday overall. I woke up not feeling good and slept til 9:00. Started working right away so I didn't eat anything until 12:30ish.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

96583UP wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:I slept a large part of the afternoon because I felt lightheaded and generally mentally and physically...off.

did you eat enough today

I may not have yesterday overall. I woke up not feeling good and slept til 9:00. Started working right away so I didn't eat anything until 12:30ish.

Leonard, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Shame on you.

wease wrote:More drinks for you!

Coach wrote:

Coach wrote:

Bammer wrote:Coach, the newest one is two inches taller than you? And answered a text with “yeah definitely”?

Bro you are OUT. Move on.

I have, it's up to her if she wants to reach out again.

Well, well, well. Tall girl and I exchanged texts last night.

Apparently, a date is still on for next weekend.

Coach wrote:

Coach wrote:

Coach wrote:

Bammer wrote:Coach, the newest one is two inches taller than you? And answered a text with “yeah definitely”?

Bro you are OUT. Move on.

I have, it's up to her if she wants to reach out again.

Well, well, well. Tall girl and I exchanged texts last night.

Apparently, a date is still on for next weekend.

Update: Second date set for next Sunday.

dad wrote:

Coach wrote:

Coach wrote:

Coach wrote:

Bammer wrote:Coach, the newest one is two inches taller than you? And answered a text with “yeah definitely”?

Bro you are OUT. Move on.

I have, it's up to her if she wants to reach out again.

Well, well, well. Tall girl and I exchanged texts last night.

Apparently, a date is still on for next weekend.

Update: Second date set for next Sunday.

Super Sunday?

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.

Coach wrote:

dad wrote:

Coach wrote:

Coach wrote:

Coach wrote:

Bammer wrote:Coach, the newest one is two inches taller than you? And answered a text with “yeah definitely”?

Bro you are OUT. Move on.

I have, it's up to her if she wants to reach out again.

Well, well, well. Tall girl and I exchanged texts last night.

Apparently, a date is still on for next weekend.

Update: Second date set for next Sunday.

Super Sunday?

Afternoon. She's a pro photographer and we are going to photograph some oddities around Boston. Should be fun. Chill date.

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.

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

96583UP wrote:nice

please keep us apprised in the poop thread on the outcome

Hoping to bump the I had sex thread first but not holding breath

tragabigzanda wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Seems like an awfully long time between dates

What’s the rush there Warren Beatty