probably an 8
that’s me - number 6.
Yep, 5 with a bit of 8.
That squizzle is telling me, “You can fuck right off now.”
(I’ve never seen a squizzle cross their arms before.)
I’ve been #3 for the past couple of months, but am now moving into #5 for the forseeable future.
Me too. “Harumph” is the most spoken word in my vocabulary these days.
I normally a 5 or 6.
I didn’t spot it at first.
No. 1 is blowing a raspberry.
That’s it.
That’s fuckin’ it!
No.1 all the way, baby!
got a bit carried away there, soz.
not really soz at all
I was Number 6 all morning. But my stomach finally stopped hurting.
Switching between 3 and 5 these days.
{Left a voicemail for a pal a coupla days ago, just saying, “I’m melllting! I’m mellllltinnnngggg!” She’s quite near Lake St Clair, so she gets way more breeze than what we do, two miles N of the Detroit River.}
I really got nothing much to offer pictorially, and little to say, except that I spent a week and a half just below the high sierra recently and saw many a bushy-tailed squizzle (they appear to be having a good year), and even a few ground squizzles.
Aside? I have never seen so many road kill raptors—mostly hawks—apparently from vehicle strikes! Rough year!