Things you have an irrational love for

[Strat]

Going on vacation! We should have a travel sub forum to discuss

[Strat]

one of these things is irrational.

[epilogue]

Going on vacation! We should have a travel sub forum to discuss

strat, I swear to god

[BurtReynolds]

The secret GD board.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I love a lot of things

[Bammer]

Going on vacation! We should have a travel sub forum to discuss

[dad]

peanut butter

[Bammer]

peanut butter

I’m telling the almonds about this

[dad]

peanut butter

I’m telling the almonds about this

you wouldn't.

[Strat]

Steve Harvey

[Chris_H_2]

Really? I heard he was kind of a jerk.

[spike]

Really? I heard he was kind of a jerk.

I mustache you why

[Strat]

Don’t know don’t care. He cracks me up on family feud. Huge guilty pleasure !

[tree_]

That show is the worst and he always looks miserable on it

[Strat]

That show is the worst and he always looks miserable on it

Another awful take. The dude is cracking jokes the entire time.

[tree_]

That show is the worst and he always looks miserable on it

Another awful take. The dude is cracking jokes the entire time.

Wrong. It’s his hell

[tragabigzanda]

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.

[Chris_H_2]

Give me Richard Dawson assaulting his female guests over Steve Harvey any day

[Bammer]

It’s little league season again and this year’s team has even more hot moms than last

[Dev]

Who doesn't like vacation?