Red Mosquito

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I was middle aged before i knew what spoonerism was

doug rr wrote:my grandpa shared a can of Falstaff with me when I was around 6..I bought my first legal beer at 7-11 in Boulder the day I turned 18...it was 1 bottle of Moosehead for $1

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:my grandpa shared a can of Falstaff with me when I was around 6..I bought my first legal beer at 7-11 in Boulder the day I turned 18...it was 1 bottle of Moosehead for $1

Beer for a dollar? Man... Thanks Obama!

doug rr wrote:and I first got laid at 19 in college..late bloomer

doug rr wrote:I never eat shrimp tails but I do eat whole peanuts along with the shell

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:I never eat shrimp tails but I do eat whole peanuts along with the shell

Always?

I do that sometimes but not always.

I think I was around 11 when I first ate peanut shells and all.

doug rr wrote:

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:I never eat shrimp tails but I do eat whole peanuts along with the shell

Always?

I do that sometimes but not always.

I think I was around 11 when I first ate peanut shells and all.

I rarely eat shelled peanuts but yeah, most of the time..just need a toothpick nearby

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:I never eat shrimp tails but I do eat whole peanuts along with the shell

Always?

I do that sometimes but not always.

I think I was around 11 when I first ate peanut shells and all.

I rarely eat shelled peanuts but yeah, most of the time..just need a toothpick nearby

King

doug rr wrote:

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:I never eat shrimp tails but I do eat whole peanuts along with the shell

Always?

I do that sometimes but not always.

I think I was around 11 when I first ate peanut shells and all.

I rarely eat shelled peanuts but yeah, most of the time..just need a toothpick nearby

King

nah, just a midwest thing..you get it

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.