The Goat Pen

eCat wrote:our neighbor across the street watches dogs but she charges $65 a day for two dogs. I'd be all for someone coming out and letting the dogs out twice a day but my wife is terrified of someone pilfering thru our stuff

if you didn't have all that homemade porn laying around, she wouldn't have to worry. just put it all on some DVDs and send it to me for safe keeping during your vacation and I'll send it back when you get home.

Saint wrote:

eCat wrote:our neighbor across the street watches dogs but she charges $65 a day for two dogs. I'd be all for someone coming out and letting the dogs out twice a day but my wife is terrified of someone pilfering thru our stuff

if you didn't have all that homemade porn laying around, she wouldn't have to worry. just put it all on some DVDs and send it to me for safe keeping during your vacation and I'll send it back when you get home.

well that's part of it.

I'm just in a bad mood on how everything turned out. I'll get over it. I"m going to be in New Orleans on Xmas Eve. It can't be all bad.

You'll be working on that jungle gym for 2-3 days, e. I've heard numerous horror stories about people putting those things together.

Saint wrote:You'll be working on that jungle gym for 2-3 days, e. I've heard numerous horror stories about people putting those things together.

AA is right - it will be an excuse to not be with them as this is at one of the sisters house and they'll be gone

however their expectation is that I will have it built and ready for the kids as a surprise when they pull in the driveway the day after xmas.

It will be one more thing I lord over my wife that I've done for her fambly.

Saint wrote:

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The best part is when the fatty in the white shirt hits the deck and wallows around in terror. A close second is the ladder flying off and hitting the dude inthe head.

As many people have been stabbed by those fish, I think I'd shoot it in the head once it got close to the boat

eCat wrote:

Saint wrote:You'll be working on that jungle gym for 2-3 days, e. I've heard numerous horror stories about people putting those things together.

AA is right - it will be an excuse to not be with them as this is at one of the sisters house and they'll be gone

however their expectation is that I will have it built and ready for the kids as a surprise when they pull in the driveway the day after xmas.

It will be one more thing I lord over my wife that I've done for her fambly.

so you're angling for 2 months worth of girl-on-girl action from her

I don't think your wife would appreciate me going through her pantie drawers. And you know I will.

Saint wrote:

eCat wrote:

Saint wrote:You'll be working on that jungle gym for 2-3 days, e. I've heard numerous horror stories about people putting those things together.

AA is right - it will be an excuse to not be with them as this is at one of the sisters house and they'll be gone

however their expectation is that I will have it built and ready for the kids as a surprise when they pull in the driveway the day after xmas.

It will be one more thing I lord over my wife that I've done for her fambly.

so you're angling for 2 months worth of girl-on-girl action from her

at one point in our marriage she was all for it. I seriously thought it was going to happen. Two nights ago while at the store shopping I brought it up (as I am wont to do regularly) and she has now decided she doesn't think she'd like the smell of going down on a woman. I don't know where that came from, but she works with disabled kids and she talks about how nasty these girls smell because they never wash their ass. I'm think her job may be bad for my chances. Plus, this has been going on for like 5 or 6 years. We're getting on up in age where if something doesn't happen in the next 5 or so years,its going to have to happen in pitch dark anyways.

I'm just in a bad mood on how everything turned out. I'll get over it. I"m going to be in New Orleans on Xmas Eve. It can't be all bad.

That's right. Cruise with the mom, right?

Owlman wrote:

I'm just in a bad mood on how everything turned out. I'll get over it. I"m going to be in New Orleans on Xmas Eve. It can't be all bad.

That's right. Cruise with the mom, right?

yep

ended up hiring her a driver to get her around for the day until we pick her up

We're getting on up in age where if something doesn't happen in the next 5 or so years,its going to have to happen in pitch dark anyways.

fumbling and flapping around under the covers doesn't sound like it would be as much fun as eating a steak dinner.

Saint wrote:

We're getting on up in age where if something doesn't happen in the next 5 or so years,its going to have to happen in pitch dark anyways.

fumbling and flapping around under the covers doesn't sound like it would be as much fun as eating a steak dinner.

I'd like to find out anyways

Ate at Morton's last night for a company get together. When will I learn not to order steak at these places. Eating so much of that just messes up my system. I couldn't get to sleep last night and I still haven't eaten at all today. I constatnly feel like I need to shit, but ends up nothing. I'm tired. plugged, and have a migraine. I'm going to end up tearing into someone at home.

sardis wrote:Ate at Morton's last night for a company get together. When will I learn not to order steak at these places. Eating so much of that just messes up my system. I couldn't get to sleep last night and I still haven't eaten at all today. I constatnly feel like I need to shit, but ends up nothing. I'm tired. plugged, and have a migraine. I'm going to end up tearing into someone at home.

I think some foods give my wife a migraine...that or me wanting sex. She's given up Chipotle because she kept getting migraines after eating there

steak just makes me pop out loud, violent farts

If by steak you mean every major element of the food chain, then yes...

wrong. chinese food makes my farts hiss out low and hot

El jefe, said the judge.

The juggler’s eyes sought out Glanton. He sat unmoved. The juggler looked at the old woman where she sat apart, facing the dark, lightly tottering, racing the night in her rags. He raised his finger to his lips and he spread his arms in a gesture of uncertainty.

El jefe, hissed the judge.

The man turned and went along the group at the fire and brought himself before Glanton and crouched and offered up the cards, spreading them in both hands. If he spoke his words were snatched away unheard. Glanton smiled, his eyes were small against the stinging grit. He put one hand forth and paused, he looked at the juggler.

Then he took a card.

The juggler folded shut the deck and tucked it among his clothes. He reached for the card in Glanton’s hand. Perhaps he touched it, perhaps not. The card vanished. It was in Glanton’s hand and then it was not. The juggler’s eyes snapped after it where it had gone down the dark. Perhaps Glanton had seen the card’s face. What could it have meant to him? The juggler reached out to that naked bedlam beyond the fire’s light but in the doing he overbalanced and fell forward against Glanton and created a moment of strange liaison with his old man’s arms about the leader as if he would console him at his scrawny bosom.

Glanton swore and flung him away and at that moment the old woman began to chant.

Glanton rose.

She raised her jaw, gibbering at the night.

Shut her up, said Glanton.

La carroza, la carroza, cried the beldam. Invertido. Carta de guerra, de venganza. La vi sin ruedas sobre un rio obscuro...

Glanton called to her and she paused as if she’d heard him but it was not so. She seemed to catch some new drift in her divinings.

Perdida, perdida. La carta esta perdida en la noche.

The girl standing this while at the edge of the howling darkness crossed herself silently.

The old malabarista was on his knees where he’d been flung. Perdida, perdida, he whispered.

Un maleficio, cried the old woman. Que viento tan maleante …

By god you will shut up, said Glanton, drawing his revolver.

Carroza de muertos, llena de huesos. El joven que…

The judge like a great ponderous djinn stepped through the fire and the flames delivered him up as if he were in some way native to their element. He put his arms around Glanton. Someone snatched the old woman’s blindfold from her and she and the juggler were clouted away and when the company turned in to sleep and the low fire was roaring in the blast like a thing alive these four yet crouched at the edge of the firelight among their strange chattels and watched how the ragged flames fled down the wind as if sucked by some maelstrom out there in the void, some vortex in that waste apposite to which man’s transit and his reckonings alike lay abrogate. As if beyond will or fate he and his beasts and his trappings moved both in card and in substance under consignment to some third and other destiny.

I keep remembering I can't eat a meal after 8 or I toss & turn all night & end up puking in the morning. I sleep on my stomach & when I wake up everything shifts. It ain't fun.

Go to bed later, you pussy.