Things you've Googled that you are too embarrassed to ask

[E.H. Ruddock]

I'll start:

"why do male mammals have nipples?"

"how to rain gauges work?"

"what are these laws with these eagles?"

[washing machine]

"name of seattle hockey team"

[tree_]

"how does an electric larynx work"

"is urine sterile"

"what's a word for upper class and snobby"

"what is a cork board"

[washing machine]

"hellboy quotes"

"tommymctom reddit"

"did sand exist at the beginning of time?"

[BurtReynolds]

"what's a word for upper class and snobby"

You didn't have to do that on my account.

[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.

[tree_]

search engines have really lowered the quality of potential discussions on this message board. nobody doesn't have to not look like they ain't no idiot no more if they don't want to

[washing machine]

And yet

[tree_]

And yet

continue...

[knee tunes]

And yet

continue...

here we are

[tree_]

And yet

continue...

here we are

everywhere we go

[96583UP]

"how to know if you're gay"

[doug rr]

putting a pet down at home services

[E.H. Ruddock]

sorry doug

[lennytheweedwhacker]

"doug rr minor league baseball career"

[tree_]

"D$#@# _____ Alabama librarian"

[lennytheweedwhacker]

uhhh

[BurtReynolds]

recent searches:

rolo driver
Imago Dei
Can I return a Shure Microphone without a serial number?
Judy Holiday
Masters of the Universe Skeletor Gold Armor

[tree_]

None of those are embarrassing Burt. You must rise past ego to reach the true self

[BurtReynolds]

None of those are embarrassing Burt. You must rise past ego to reach the true self

but i just need a printer driver so i can return a microphone.