josephga

If you are
>30, or older,
>you might think this is hilarious!
 
 
>When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes
>about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five
>miles to school every morning.... Uphill...
>Barefoot... BOTH ways.
>yadda, yadda, yadda
>
>And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell
>I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
 
 
>But now that I'm over the ripe old age of 42, I can't help but look around
>and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared
>to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!
>And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got
>it!
>
>1) I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to
>know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the
>card catalog!!
>
>2) There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with
>a pen! Then you
>had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would
>take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!
>
>3) Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter
>of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere
>was safe!
>
>4) There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music,
>you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself!
>
>5) Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would
>usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players!
> We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject"
>it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause,
>hey, that's how we rolled, Baby! Dig?
>
>6) We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone
>and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it!
>
>7) There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you
>just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch
>with your "friends". OH MY GOSH !!!
> Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then
>there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how
>annoying you are.
>
>8) And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no
>idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie,
>your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!! You had
>to pick it up and take your chances, mister!
>
>9) We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution
>3-D graphics! We had the
>Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen
>guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And
>there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... Forever! And
>you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster
>and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

I love this type of stuff so i can't resist.
 
 
One day in the future, Barack Obama has a heart-attack and dies.
 
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
 
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
 
Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
 
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
 
"No," Obama said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long."
 
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
 
In it was Al Gore with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
 
"No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Obama.
 
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
 
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man, I can handle this."
 
The devil smiled and said .. . . . .
 
 
 
"OK, Monica, you're free too go

iv always heard that Matthew Morrison was straight. I noticed the other night Sue gave a pretty good imitation of a human being. I think they are working on softening her up

I love this type of stuff so i can't resist.
 
 
One day in the future, Barack Obama has a heart-attack and dies.
 
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
 
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
 
Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
 
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
 
"No," Obama said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long."
 
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
 
In it was Al Gore with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
 
"No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Obama.
 
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
 
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man, I can handle this."
 
The devil smiled and said .. . . . .
 
 
 
"OK, Monica, you're free too go

I love this type of stuff so i can't resist.
 
 
One day in the future, Barack Obama has a heart-attack and dies.
 
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
 
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
 
Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
 
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
 
"No," Obama said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long."
 
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
 
In it was Al Gore with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
 
"No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Obama.
 
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
 
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man, I can handle this."
 
The devil smiled and said .. . . . .
 
 
 
"OK, Monica, you're free too go

People are notorious for lying about their STD status best bet assume the worst in everyone always play safe regardless of a individual claims.

I love this type of stuff so i can't resist.
 
 
One day in the future, Barack Obama has a heart-attack and dies.
 
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
 
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
 
Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
 
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
 
"No," Obama said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long."
 
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
 
In it was Al Gore with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
 
"No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Obama.
 
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
 
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man, I can handle this."
 
The devil smiled and said .. . . . .
 
 
 
"OK, Monica, you're free too go

I love this type of stuff so i can't resist.
 
 
One day in the future, Barack Obama has a heart-attack and dies.
 
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
 
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
 
Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
 
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
 
"No," Obama said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long."
 
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
 
In it was Al Gore with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
 
"No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Obama.
 
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
 
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man, I can handle this."
 
The devil smiled and said .. . . . .
 
 
 
"OK, Monica, you're free too go

I use to ask everyone that called if they had any questions? some would say no. but i told them anyway lol
I normally told people I offered 2 options. therapeutic or therapeutic/ sensual combo. that its a real therapeutic massage head to toe med to deep touch with stretching with sensual aspects through out and that unlike most that spent a large amount of time on the back area that i spent a equally large amount of time on the legs and gluts. If they asked if i would be nude i said sometimes if requested. i had some clients that were nudist and just wanted you nude for that reason alone. If they asked if they could touch i said respectable touching only, example a brush a cross the chest, legs thighs or tummy areas. I also Told them no release for me and that my massages contained no oral or anal contact. and that at the end of the seasons theirs a hot steam towel wipe down followed by a iced cold bottle of spring water to go. I also charged the same price regardless of the massage.

One thing is allot of massage therapist will not promise a release out of fear of loosing their license. a massage therapist promising a release in the eyes of law enforcement is the same as a escort promising to suck your dick or fuck your ass for a fee. a release is prostitution in the eyes of the law. In some states they actually call it masturbation for hire. Best approach is to ask if the massage is full body? if they say yes there you go. Don't ask if there's a release or happy ending you will make a nervous masseur pass you by. I lost a few clients because I wouldn't promise a release in a email

it varies. some are strictly therapeutic until the final 5 minutes just a hand release at the end but nothing sensual in between. imo with sensual there should be this huge build up to the release, with teasing of the erotic zones (not just the dick or balls) but tummy back inner thighs and other areas through out the session. some say sensual but then at the end there's no release, then erotic normally means the massage is focused on erotic elements and there maybe nothing therapeutic at all but a release at the end. So communication is very important. sensual and erotic doesn't mean the same thing to everyone. Me as an example I offered 2 types of sessions therapeutic only or a therapeutic/sensual combination. I specialized in deep tissue work and made it a practice to refuse those seeking strictly erotic work. imo there's Difference between a massage with therapeutic sensual elements with a release compared to performing jack off shows.

I decided too pop in and post regarding this thread from the business side of things. He does have the right to change at any time how he performs his services.. Maybe he decided he wanted too go a different route and market himself toward a different client base. However I do feel he should still offer his services too the former clients if they are willing to accept such services on his new terms if not move on..

I use to watch old reruns of tarzan on Saturdays and would secretly wish that Ron Ely's loincloth would shift a little. Also from Old reruns I liked to see maj don west from lost in space.

I use to watch old reruns of tarzan on Saturdays and would secretly wish that Ron Ely's loincloth would shift a little. Also from Old reruns I liked to see maj don west from lost in space.

I love this type of stuff so i can't resist.
 
 
One day in the future, Barack Obama has a heart-attack and dies.
 
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
 
"I don't know what to do here," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple of folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."
 
Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the door to the first room.
 
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.
 
"No," Obama said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer, and I don't think I could do that all day long."
 
The devil led him to the door of the next room.
 
In it was Al Gore with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.
 
"No, this is no good; I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented Obama.
 
The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.
 
Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, "Yeah man, I can handle this."
 
The devil smiled and said .. . . . .
 
 
 
"OK, Monica, you're free too go