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Sad!

My elementary teachers encouraged thesaurus use to insure desirable vocabulary variation. A graduate instructor praised my writing despite its vomited thesaurus vibe. I still work on this. I am better but need to be briefer. Your version 82 words Mine 34. I found yours more colorful and endearing. Sometimes more is more. Word I do not need to hear: Snowflake.

https://rentmen.com/Bmwman Yours did not work for me.

Not every encounter winds up with penetration, for those which do, I prefer bottoms. For those which do not, I prefer tops as the dynamic is more interesting for me. All in all, I like a versatile/top masculine man and then to top him because the power dynamic is exciting to me. I also prefer it if the guy is a bit resistant at first and then is able to be seduced into it.

The cast party for Starlight Express?

Wow such beautiful moundains, surrounding what one can only imagine is a rich moist valley.

Great body Good looking face Just the kind of package I would have liked to have received when God was doling out packages. Just a top, which makes sense given that cock but it is a shame given that ass (what I can see of it)

You are not wrong in what you assume. But assumptions are not always correct. Hot guy. Hope if he is escorting, that he advertises wisely.

How about your doctor? Your dentist? While we all need to be responsible for our own health, it is the case that if you are putting someone at risk, your status is their business. Whether you take that responsibility or not is another issue.

I had a very good looking young landscaper who did my lawn each week. One day when I came out to offer his a cold beverage, as I usually did, he asked if I knew someone renting a room. As fate would have it, my adjustable mortgage had just taken a large leap, so I told him he could rent a room with me. He lived with me for almost a year. We never had any type of physical interaction, but he loved walking around the house in skimpy underwear, so there was an added benefit to the rent.

Put on the professional demeanor and dad face and enjoy the good clean dirty fun of it next year. The following year, back to Grease 3!! Lust in the Grease

Was thinking about you as I watched those midshipmen -to -be, trying to get up that long greasy pole. I must admit some of my thoughts strayed to a completely different type of greasy pole trying to be mounted.

Eight by six who is that man in your avatar. His ass is amazing

What an escort will do with a client and what an escort will do with another escort are not exactly the same. Just make sure one of the is willing to bottom and then put a hint in his ear that there is another $50 if he tops the other guy

I would ask one of them if they want to know who you would like to hire them with. That guy might have some favorites that might make the action a little less forced. They are both hot guys and Eric Shea looks to be unbelievably well hung, so I would make sure someone is willing to bottom. As long as someone is going to get fucked, I would let them figure it out. No discount. Be direct and casual about it. If they have been in the business for a bit and they have those bodies, they have heard it all. They will not be shocked. They may say no, but they will not be shocked.

There was a running gag on the Ellen Show in which she had Nick the Gardener take care of plants and on the stage and then she gets him to take off his shirt to the squealing delight of her audience. Ellen is very adept at showing shirtless men either in photos or having her male guests remove their shirt. It is a bit ironic that Ellen, a lesbian, is objectifying men when she herself has little sexual interest in men but has much interest in ratings. Shirtless men keep the ratings up. That is why i watch her show on the occasions that I do.

I thought it said somewhere they were in NYC. Sure, other places allow for longer commutes by car. NYC, specifically Manhattan, usually do not.

When I was younger, I made a salary of 140,000 and managed to pay about 4000 in taxes total. I did the taxes myself. These figures are ridiculous and my major question is, how can two people who are this stupid about finances and taxes have jobs that pay them $250000 a year. $5000 a year for gas. That is about $100 per week. At $3.00 a gallon that is 33 gallons at 20 miles per gallon that is 660 miles a week, every week for a couple living in Manhattan. Where are they going everyday?

While Duke LaCrosse was a he said she said case, this is a situation which he texted and he texted and he texted and he sent a photo and he looked up what to do when someone is not breathing. And of course the victim in this case, is not saying anything.

Innocent until proven Guilty is legal thinking. These people have yet to be on trial, but that does not mean there isn't sufficient evidence out there to convict them in the court of public opinion. That court has a lower threshold for assigning guilt. Ask OJ.

Stupidity is no defense. I know the saying ignorance of the law is not defense but in this case, stupid stupid stupid.

Hmmm how about a kow poke?

In some of those pictures he reminds me of DavidSF now DavidPS when I first met him. Though David never looked as fragile as this young man and with David, as it turns out, you needed to secure anything fragile in your home when he came over because things usually got pretty vigorous when he was there.

I cannot speak for others but I always enjoy your posts, your avatar has great abs and your posts have great heart.

Though they may not be physically here, the ones we love are always with us. Today, I started back to work on the one year anniversary of the cardiac event that left me unemployed and physically drained. Though the PS weekend had revitalized my spirits I still had concerns about my ability to do the job. I felt that my skills had faded, my mental faculties had dulled and my physical endurance was not what it needed to be. On my way out the door, I could not find my work ID badge, identifying me as a physician. I searched my home and my car and could not find it and I worked it up in my head that this was a sign that I was not ready to do the job. After all, without the badge, who would known me, what would vouch for my credentials. The hour grew late and a decision had to made, go without the credential or not go at all. I opted to go. When I arrived at work, just as I removed the car key, a picture of my wife which I keep in the car, fell from the visor. I went to pick it up and it had landed right on the credential. I swear I had looked everywhere in the car, and yet there it was. I actually started to weep in the car, I am not sure why, but I can tell you I felt loved and reassured and ready to face the day. I went in and did a fair job. Not bad for the first day. I came home exhausted. Tomorrow will be better. BBaller, your wife is right there with you, I am sure you know it. I am sure you feel it. I am sure when you are down, memories help supply a sense of peace and contentment with just a tinge of melancholy. So you did do it, both of you. You have been blessed.