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Any escort or any provider may institute a pricing schedule based on age. Blowback should be expected. If they do not care about the blowback by all means continue. Your examples were hardly equivalent. 55+ Communities are not less expensive in general but they are designed for seniors. I have never seen a senior menu though I have heard of an early bird special which caters to seniors during the non peak hours in order to try to increase business from a group that might not otherwise be going out to dinner at 4PM. I suppose for $40 bucks for teenagers, you might increase business from a group which does not usually hire but then again they would be out looking for the ad so that already shows at least a passing interest.

Just checked my PM Last message was May 4

Last time we spoke you said you might be nyc bound for your birthday. So will you be in the Big Apple for the big day

Can someone explain to me the purpose of this thread it has left me in a state of confusion

A great rendition. Thanks

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Ah. ten after 12 and the puzzle for the day is done. Well Monday is the easiest puzzle but still need to salute that kind of speed.

I am enjoying season 3 and I am curious where this will lead. I am sure that it will in the end lead back to the bad place at least for a time. They did take out some of the philosophic aspects of the show, but perhaps they will reintroduce them.

i do not recall this clue in the Sunday crossword. Saturday's puzzle is yet to be done though.

Just to complete the story. I needed to take Bonehead to the hospital so that cremation could be done. His weight was too much for me to manage. I did get him onto a rug and was able to pull him through my house and out the front door to my car, but then, sweaty, hearty racing and with a tear stained face, I could not get him into the car. I went to a neighbor but only the eighty year matriarch was home. I called the police and was filled with relief that they would send some officers to help. Within ten minutes they were there asking what I needed. When I showed them the dog and explained about needing to get him in the car, they both said they were allergic to dogs and did not want to risk a medical situation. One of them finally agreed to help when I managed to get a board under him and all he had to do was lift one end of the board. I appreciated the help but doesn't it seem a bit odd that the police would send two dog allergic officers to help get a dog in a car? My guess is that neither was allergic and it was only after I had to take the blanket off Bonehead and they actually saw the job and the earthly remains that they both were looking for a way out.

Thank you all for your support and understanding. Bonehead passed quietly on the kitchen floor next to the refrigerator where he had been lying on a blanket for about 5 hours. It is fitting that he would pass next to the refrigerator because food was his passion. A quiet an unassuming friendly dog, he would knock his pack mates out of the way to lick up a fallen crumb. I must say he was obedient and waited his turn when the group played do you Accept this Snausage. He would wait patiently While I asked: Ben do you accept this Snausage and Ben did and ate it. Then Bear do you accept this Snausage and Bear gently took his. Brandy do you accept this Snausage and she snatched hers. Finally, Bonehead, do you accept this Snausage and you almost hear him saying, of course I do and watch those fingers if you don't want to lose them. Now Ben is gone and Bonehead has joined him, I miss them both but count myself lucky to hawe had them in my life.

A monetary gift at the time of the funeral was always a thing in blue collar Italian American households. I cannot speak for others. It was to insure that the family had the funds needed to get the funeral expenses paid.

I got married at the St Regis Hotel in 1999. Because we took a date of a cancellation on short notice the entire wedding was half price. Nonetheless, at that time, the half price cost was $275 per person. As many of you know, my wife was ill at the time of our wedding and years before, when we were deciding on a wedding, she wanted a big wedding in the future rather than a small immediate wedding. In the end, though it was melancholy due to her illness and despite the fact that I wanted a small intimate wedding, the wedding and the gathering of friends and relations is one of my best memories. As the cost for the food alone was $550 per couple, only a few people's gift exceeded the wedding cost. If you then put in the 7 piece band, the huge floral arrangements and the photographer, no one really came close to gifting enough to match costs. That was not the point of the wedding. As some of you know, after more than a decade together, the wedding was a celebration of our life together. When my wife died nine months later, I still had the memories of that day to get me through and to this day, writing this, the memory of that day fills my heart and stirs my emotions as no other thought does. Gift what you can. If they truly possess it all, then your good wishes and presence are what they want. This is a wedding, not an Olympic competition, no gold medals for biggest gift. And if there are gold medals, then more is the pity.

While the loss is painful, I had four dogs and one passed a few months ago and now this. The joy and affection and the laughter and the good that you do for their life far outweighs any trauma.

Thanks for all the kind words. We just went out for a walk and a ride in the car. He was reluctant to get out of the car but came in and is lying here at my feet.

Bonehead. As soon as people hear his name, they laugh and immediately loVe him. How could you not loVe such a sweet and gentle animal and such a goof. He was born in a puppy mill and sold at a reprehensible pet shop to a family who found out that both his hips were dysplastic and that without surgery he would not see the end of the year. They returned him to the pet shop, which had a policy of euthanizing animals which were returned for medical conditions. One of the temporary employees of the store was a patient of mine and asked me if I would take him in. I was reluctant, but told her to bring him into the office. One look at him, Buddy as he was then known, and it was clear that he did not need to be taken in, because he was already in. He was impossibly cute, eVen by the high cuteness standards of yellow lab puppies. His dysplastic hips did not slow him down at all and they led to a pronounced sashay when he walked. I took him home that night and upon entry, he picked up a meat bone which was on the floor, threw it in the air and hit himself in the head. I was already considering new "B" names, as I did not want him to carry the name bestowed on him at the pet store and as a result of his misguided juggling attempts, Bonehead he became and from then on, he did his best to show why he earned that name. His first time at the Vet I was told his hips were the terrible. Worst the surgeon had seen and needed almost immediate attention. When I said that he did not appear in pain, I was told that Bonehead probably had just adjusted to the pain but that it was likely intense. At three months he had the right femoral head, the ball of the ball and socket joint of the hip, remoVed. The next day he was running around as though he ruled the world. Two weeks later, the left femoral head was taken. Again it took one day until he was running headlong through the house. His surgically altered hips lent his gait a comic quality. His right buttock would nearly hit his head with one step and then the entire rear half of his body would pendulum such that his left buttock would nearly strike the left side of the head. At the dog park, he was always the star. He befriended other dogs immediately and the people in the park were enchanted by his disposition, his good looks and that walk which could out Giselle, Giselle, out Tyra, Tyra and could make Ru Paul gasp with jealousy. His puppy mill genetics reared its ugly head during his lifetime. Cancer surgery for mast cell cancer at 6 and at 7. Always a trooper, he rocked the surgical collar with style and flare. A chronically displaced left elbow tolerated with barely a whimper. Then six months ago, a ligament in his rear right knee, the ACL, tore and he needed surgery again. Again he trooped on through. After the surgery, I was able to take his to work with me and he was a star. He befriended each person he met. He was greeted by the patients and the staff each day. Bonehead would sidle up to a demented person who was sitting alone and he would place in his head in that person's lap and slowly coax a head rub or an ear massage and then, without fail, he would coax a smile. Frail hands massaged his head. After he was rehabilitated and he could stay home with the rest of the pack, patient's would ask how he was doing. Two weeks ago, as I went to run an errand, he refused a treat and then he refused some liVerwurst. I immediately took him to the be seen and I was told he needed emergency surgery. Again, trooper that he is, he was home and being a Bonehead the next day. The biopsy came back as a hemangiosarcoma which had bled into his abdomen. The prognosis was grim, six to nine months, if he was lucky. He was not. This afternoon he refused a treat and turned his nose up at liVerwurst. Back to the hospital and as I feared, he had bled into the abdomen again. I decided to take him home and as I waited, they walked him across the hospital waiting room. He sashayed slowly but with style and grace and I walked him out to the car. So now, as I write this, he is lying at my feet. Hours, maybe days if he is lucky. He still gets up to follow me as I go around the house. I miss him already.

I read all the books in the back of my father's Buick on weekly Sunday trips to my mother's cousins in Connecticut. Considering I was about 10 years old, I wonder what possessed me to pick these books. Was that twist the last two books consider two alternatiVes? I know that occurred in one of the series I read during that time. Might that it was one of the Bourne series which I also read during the same time?

To me, slowly but seemingly inexorably, the focus of this site has changed from discussion of escort related topics and items of general gay interest, to more of a pull and tug r rated photo site and a random assortment of mostly non escort related topics. Do others share opinion?

I agree. The outcome would be the same as they were looking to cut costs. With the CEO gone, the owner told me that he was told that I said to hire another doctor. That was true and would not be true if I had said hire an additional doctor. I do not in anyway think anything else would be different. Still got difficulty with the letter after u not working so need to rephrase or inappropriately phrase certain sentences.

Oh I do not hold credence to the thought that there was confusion, I merely mention this as an example in which imprecise speech and be turned and utilized for another purpose. In this case, an attempt to make a $60,000 decrease in the salary of the medical director appear to be a misunderstanding of the English language.

How can you say a thread about correcting escort ad grammar could ewer get boring? I could do ten pages on the use of the colon, not to mention the possible excitement about when and where to use the Oxford comma. Just as an aside, a few months ago, the CEO of the clinic at which I was the Medical Director asked me how things were going. I told him that although I wanted to stay, the work load was fairly intense and that an new doctor was needed. To my surprise and delight, an ad went out, arrangements were made to see candidates and another doctor was hired. Three months later, when my contract was up for renewal, I went to the CEO about the new contract and he told me that as per my instructions a new doctor had been hired and as the budget allowed only for one doctor, my contract would not be renewed in keeping with my desire to retire. I guess I should hawe been clearer in saying that there was a need for an additional doctor rather than another doctor. So, as of two days ago, I am out, she is in and the owner of the company still does not understand why I left, though I tried to explain to him how this transpired. As a further twist, the CEO was escorted out of the building the day she told me that my contract was not renewed because I told them I was retiring. Collecting Unemployment insurance for 26 weeks, while I look for job.

Will ge great to see you there. Who was the lucky Hoowillian? Or are you not telling I hear Ace is the Place with the handy hard wood man

That obviously begs the question, are you a pompous ass for correcting his grammar or are you a good Samaritan? I believe pompous ass is ahead. In fact you might say that is it dominant.

I want an escort who understands submissiwe not subjunctiwe

Probably would hawe been to expensiwe to fix it, just as it is too expensiwe to fix the letter after u on my keyboard, which only works intermittently.