Red Mosquito

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:doug give bammer's kid $105

Don’t. He’ll blow it on Pokemon cards.

Only if you let him.

Gotta catch em all

Sounds pedo

Speaking of which, there used to be a sex offender in my neighborhood (he either died or moved out). One time the ice cream truck stopped at his house and the driver went inside for a few minutes. The driver looked like Kevin Casey.

Did the sex offender look like trag?

He did have remarkably deep-set eyes. Almost so deep-set as to be invisible.

Is his presence why you never had kids?

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:doug give bammer's kid $105

Don’t. He’ll blow it on Pokemon cards.

Only if you let him.

Gotta catch em all

Sounds pedo

Speaking of which, there used to be a sex offender in my neighborhood (he either died or moved out). One time the ice cream truck stopped at his house and the driver went inside for a few minutes. The driver looked like Kevin Casey.

Did the sex offender look like trag?

He did have remarkably deep-set eyes. Almost so deep-set as to be invisible.

Is his presence why you never had kids?

neoliberalism is why i never had kids.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Alex wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:doug give bammer's kid $105

Don’t. He’ll blow it on Pokemon cards.

Only if you let him.

Gotta catch em all

Sounds pedo

Speaking of which, there used to be a sex offender in my neighborhood (he either died or moved out). One time the ice cream truck stopped at his house and the driver went inside for a few minutes. The driver looked like Kevin Casey.

Did the sex offender look like trag?

He did have remarkably deep-set eyes. Almost so deep-set as to be invisible.

Is his presence why you never had kids?

neoliberalism is why i never had kids.

Same for Burt

doug rr wrote:picking my wife up from the airport tomorrow at 6pm and then home to crash..drive up to Vancouver early Saturday morning..its my in-laws 60th anniversary so I have to wear pants and a jacket.. thank god its catered ...drive home back home Sunday morning

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

doug rr wrote:picking my wife up from the airport tomorrow at 6pm and then home to crash..drive up to Vancouver early Saturday morning..its my in-laws 60th anniversary so I have to wear pants and a jacket.. thank god its catered ...drive home back home Sunday morning

Who are your in-laws voting for?

doug rr wrote:getting the new car today..cooking some food for the in-laws and going to Vancouver for the weekend..staying with best friends as always and filling ourselves with sushi

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My wife surprised me Friday night by taking me to a beach house full of friends from out of town who came to celebrate my birthday. I had no idea. Some family joined yesterday but we just spent the weekend cooking out, catching up, getting the best donuts on the east coast, going to the beach, and taking a boat out on the waterway. Was amazing and soul cleansing.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My wife surprised me Friday night by taking me to a beach house full of friends from out of town who came to celebrate my birthday. I had no idea. Some family joined yesterday but we just spent the weekend cooking out, catching up, getting the best donuts on the east coast, going to the beach, and taking a boat out on the waterway. Was amazing and soul cleansing.

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:

E.H. Ruddock wrote: the best donuts on the east coast

Name names

tragabigzanda wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote: the best donuts on the east coast

Name names

E.H. Ruddock wrote:My wife surprised me Friday night by taking me to a beach house full of friends from out of town who came to celebrate my birthday. I had no idea. Some family joined yesterday but we just spent the weekend cooking out, catching up, getting the best donuts on the east coast, going to the beach, and taking a boat out on the waterway. Was amazing and soul cleansing.