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Messy? He can clean my place any time. And then we can consider the rest.

It’ll be a quick tour. He’s antsy.

The left arm too. Shadows don’t seem right

And if you're on your iPhone, they'll tell you which room to tidy up.

Recalling Tom Lerher "Be prepared, it's the Boy Scouts marching song . . .

There is (was?) a wonderful Mexican restaurant named Cilantro on the east side of Columbus Ave. in NYC in the eighties. On Monday nights they had $10 frjitas (steak, chicken, shrimp or vegetarian) cash only. I lived nearby and went every Monday. I was walking down Columbus with a friend one day. She saw the restaurant and insisted we cross the avenue. The very word made her ill.

Just cuz you're partial to Italian parsley . . . . .

Going my way I hope. It reminds me of an old Bill Cosby routine probably on the flip side of Noah disk. "Ah the New York City Subway: there's a new act in every car!"

Not cool. I don’t care how big your dick is or how willing you are to “share” it, squandering nourishment is just NOT cool.

In need of harvesting ASAP.

Oh be still my libido!!!

My twink of the day.

Funny!! He doesn’t look like a Windsor.

He sure knows how to fill a basket.

Yea. It’s either a comb over, ponytail, violin or a haircut. It’s been since late Feb.

Here. Let me help you with that.

I learned this beautiful tradition from my Jewish friends in NYC. They explained that in their tradition, a soul lives on as long as there is someone alive that remembers them. By leaving the pebble there's a sign that the person buried there lives on in heart of the living. Years ago I visited a German cemetery with some German friends to pay respects to a German conductor who'd been important to all of us. The stone was taller than the conductor buried there and was embedded in yew bushes that surrounded it except for the face. I reached down to pick up a pebble and the two friends were stunned. They asked "Judden?" I explained the tradition and they too picked up pebbles. We parted the yews on top only to find three already there. We hugged as brothers. BTW the conductor we honored was important in the continuity of protestant church music in Germany after WW11.

And each of those specimens are marked with the English and Latin names. It's like a walk thru and arboretum except your among Longfellow, Julian Ward Howe, countless Cabots and Lowells and Mary Baker Eddy. Mount Auburn Cemetery. If you can't get to the Boston area, Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn is similar. It dates from a few years after Mount Auburn. There among its foliage you'll find the graves of Leonard Bernstein, Elias Howe, Lola Montez, and a lot more famous folk than in Mount Auburn. My family is interred in the low rent district: The Cambridge City Cemetery. The plot was bought about 100 years ago when my mother's youngest sister died as a child in the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918. Most of the plots nearby were sold at the same time and for the same reason. To wander among them today you can infer from the tombstones the terror that went on then. Mother and child dead within a year. Husband and wife the same. When I visited the cemetery just before the holidays in 2008, the cemetery was strewn with Red Sox caps, newspapers and other memorabilia. Back in 1990, just before he died, my father had reminded my that he was 5 when the Sox last won inn 1918. In case you're wondering, Henry and William James and William Dean Howells share space with my family.

Oh Hell! In for a dime: in for a dollar. Take all three!!!

Yup! Teasing you, me and all those voyeurs across the street.

Take about a euphemism . . . . (or two) . . Lol

I’d rather he ride me rather than that priceless antique.

WOW! 3 Smoothies!

IDK. Ask Dolly Parton.

OMG. He’s gorgeous AND he does the dishes. I’m in LUST. AGAIN.