Red Mosquito

BurtReynolds wrote:He asked to borrow the money again. Same amount. A week after he gave it back. I made up an excuse (mostly true) that I spent the money on moving.

Bammer wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

LetMeSleep wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

LetMeSleep wrote:What was the physical for? Is that for work?

Sorry. No just an annual health checkup

Off your own back? Is that common in the US?

When I turned 40 I went to doctor and asked for a full check up and they looked at me like I was nuts.

My healthcare is through our veteran’s affairs. They like some of us to do an annual wellness check, depending on where and when you served. It’s more of a mental wellness but while i was in i had labs done and a full physical wellness check as well

I can confirm you’re mentally unwell and I won’t even charge you a co-pay.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Bammer wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

LetMeSleep wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

LetMeSleep wrote:What was the physical for? Is that for work?

Sorry. No just an annual health checkup

Off your own back? Is that common in the US?

When I turned 40 I went to doctor and asked for a full check up and they looked at me like I was nuts.

My healthcare is through our veteran’s affairs. They like some of us to do an annual wellness check, depending on where and when you served. It’s more of a mental wellness but while i was in i had labs done and a full physical wellness check as well

I can confirm you’re mentally unwell and I won’t even charge you a co-pay.

Making fun of a veteran's mental health = bammer account checks out

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Bammer wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

LetMeSleep wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

LetMeSleep wrote:What was the physical for? Is that for work?

Sorry. No just an annual health checkup

Off your own back? Is that common in the US?

When I turned 40 I went to doctor and asked for a full check up and they looked at me like I was nuts.

My healthcare is through our veteran’s affairs. They like some of us to do an annual wellness check, depending on where and when you served. It’s more of a mental wellness but while i was in i had labs done and a full physical wellness check as well

I can confirm you’re mentally unwell and I won’t even charge you a co-pay.

Making fun of a veteran's mental health = bammer account checks out

dimejinky99 wrote:Imagine a world where all Facebook and their products were gone. Forever.
No Facebook no instagram no WhatsApp

None of it.

We had that world just a few years ago. Let’s go back to that.
We would all be happier.

Bammer wrote:I have a 9am coffee appointment. It’s 9:02 now.

The guy just sent an email at 8:59 he is “running into traffic.”

How late will he be?

Bammer wrote:I have a 9am coffee appointment. It’s 9:02 now.

The guy just sent an email at 8:59 he is “running into traffic.”

How late will he be?

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.

Bammer wrote:I have a 9am coffee appointment. It’s 9:02 now.

The guy just sent an email at 8:59 he is “running into traffic.”

How late will he be?

spike wrote:the worst part is there's nothing you can really do except leave. but then the entire effort was a waste of time. such a helpless feeling.

Bammer wrote:I have a 9am coffee appointment. It’s 9:02 now.

The guy just sent an email at 8:59 he is “running into traffic.”

How late will he be?

Bammer wrote:He arrived at 9:10