Halloween
Posted: Tue November 01, 2022 12:45 am
No thread for this yet?
Pathetic.
Pathetic.
Why?96583UP wrote:i wanna fart on your cock
is that a trick or a treat?lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Why?96583UP wrote:i wanna fart on your cock
It’s obscene is what it is.dad wrote:is that a trick or a treat?lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Why?96583UP wrote:i wanna fart on your cock
You should pass out the remaining candy at the golf course.doug rr wrote:we had 2 trick or treaters last night...i gave them a ton of candy
Did anybody pass out instant oatmeal packets?dad wrote:we let our 10 and 11yo kids invite two friends each, making it a total of 9 kids. we walked our neighborhood and the neighborhood next to ours. everyone had a great time, and the kids got a serious haul.
wtf.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Did anybody pass out instant oatmeal packets?dad wrote:we let our 10 and 11yo kids invite two friends each, making it a total of 9 kids. we walked our neighborhood and the neighborhood next to ours. everyone had a great time, and the kids got a serious haul.
Deal with it.dad wrote:wtf.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Did anybody pass out instant oatmeal packets?dad wrote:we let our 10 and 11yo kids invite two friends each, making it a total of 9 kids. we walked our neighborhood and the neighborhood next to ours. everyone had a great time, and the kids got a serious haul.
deal with this...lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Deal with it.dad wrote:wtf.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Did anybody pass out instant oatmeal packets?dad wrote:we let our 10 and 11yo kids invite two friends each, making it a total of 9 kids. we walked our neighborhood and the neighborhood next to ours. everyone had a great time, and the kids got a serious haul.
Gladly!dad wrote:deal with this...lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Deal with it.dad wrote:wtf.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Did anybody pass out instant oatmeal packets?dad wrote:we let our 10 and 11yo kids invite two friends each, making it a total of 9 kids. we walked our neighborhood and the neighborhood next to ours. everyone had a great time, and the kids got a serious haul.
*points at bowl of oatmeal*
it's atop my groin.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Gladly!dad wrote:deal with this...lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Deal with it.dad wrote:wtf.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Did anybody pass out instant oatmeal packets?dad wrote:we let our 10 and 11yo kids invite two friends each, making it a total of 9 kids. we walked our neighborhood and the neighborhood next to ours. everyone had a great time, and the kids got a serious haul.
*points at bowl of oatmeal*
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.