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Better gas up the jet. Rocky and Leeloo aren't getting younger.

I'm not seeing bowls for Rocky and Leeloo. Then again, my cats think nothing of jumping on the table and sticking their maws in my plate.

The American Medical Association's Code of Medical Ethics advises against doing so, but does not state that the practice is illegal. "I can't..." in this context probably means "This is something that runs counter to my code of ethics."

My dad refused to use a walker. Instead, he used two canes to get around. Regardless, he would go to Target or Walmart get a motorized cart and do his shopping. Or simply buzz around looking at stuff.

Aisle seven, right next to the Which, I might add, are on special with a coupon and a Balance Rewards card through Tuesday.

Not to mention that Bell Gardens is a suburb of LA.

What a charmer. Then there was the comment about switching out her birth control for Tic Tacs. As my Auntie Ginka would say "Ariana, honey, you're a pretty girl and so talented! You can do better than that choom-cha-room-choom."

In all seriousness, once you get a walker you can walk to your car and drive to the store, to get your mail, to get your brains f*@%ed out...

Thank God you didn't serve

At least it didn't become a residential sex addiction treatment facility.

http://www.foodsubs.com/Photos/cuke-japanese.jpg

All I can tell you is don't select "Should I Stay or Should I Go" as your song, particularly in front of a few hundred people at a popular nightclub.

Don't know about peace officers, but there was at least one doctor.

Sounds a lot like the Palm Springs "resorts."

Seriously. Notwithstanding the fact that the current pic is a mug shot, he looks very different. Sad.

I use rent.men. The listings are the same as rentmen.eu but I like the UI better.

And I am N E V E R sarcastic.

That's the pic that threw me.

I was hoping the narrator was an FBI agent.

I would use Bing.

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As a premium member one can access "semi-private" pics, whereas "private" pics are accessible only when the member has the password. I've only been declined one time after requesting the pics as part of my initial response. On the other hand, when escorts could see that I viewed their profiles I would receive passwords that I did not request - the guys simply sent them as a result of me viewing their ad.

Agree 100%. I'd add that the "model good looks" are often the result of makeup, lighting, and good photography skills. Also, one person's definition of "very good looking" will be different than another's. For example, I do not think the stereotypical "pretty boy" is attractive nor do I think that looks constitutes "good looking" or "handsome." Others do. We are all right.

Obviously I am mistaken about the photos looking like they are of different guys. I've struck through my comments, above.

I do the same. Agreed. In more than twenty years of hiring I've only been asked this on three or four occasions.