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I mostly want to knosh on those nips.

It's all true. You can't make this stuff up. Especially the word cellulitides.

When I meet with my lawyer, we are in a room with no windows, no microphones, and no cameras. What happens there is between two consenting adults. When I used to consult on patients, I was in a room with no windows, no microphones, and no cameras. What happened there was between two consenting adults. Did money "change hands?" Eventually, although in each case it was "on my tab." I've also had two escort experiences that were "hands off", and no sex occurred, although money changed hands. On, and in one case, I did get fucked.

I hired an escort, 36 years my junior, for a few years. I knew his life would become a shambles sooner or later (don't ask except through a PM), and it did. I had told him that if he ever needed a place to stay (thinking 1-4 months), please to call. Well, that was four years, one Cat, two total joints, two cellulitides, four hospitalizations, and a new girlfriend (who is also transgender, as my roommate now is) later ... he's still here. No rent, no utilities, no charge for food ... While it's been nice having someone here with me, he's taken over the 900 sq ft house, including the living room, for which I bought a second TV because our viewing preferences are significantly different. He's planning on moving out as soon as he can move in with his girlfriend, who is undergoing a divorce. I get The Cat. Sigh. It's been a long four months [sic] and I think I've paid what I had to, forward enough. Now the choice is a gay Ecuadoran; a straight 25 year old aspiring actor; a straight (?) 25 year old felonious Rugby player; or a mostly-clean-and-sober ex-Medical student. Maybe I should buy a bigger house?

It has to be said: What's the worst thing about having a colostomy? Finding shoes to match the bag.

Last time I met with my regular, I noticed two things: His hand would automatically gravitate towards my crotch. My shirt would mysteriously be open. I guess I was getting unwrapped.

I barely made it past 2:01. What was he gushing?

I only have one pair of feet!

Just for fun: Anyone ever go west to Oak Park or River Forest?

Four ... two black pairs, one pair sneakers, and a pair of boots.

Amazingly irritating.

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The original Vetiver by Guerlain was wonderful. They changed the formula. It was so subtle that more than once I was asked if I were wearing cologne. And all of my clothes smelled of it ... not pervasive, just present. Dang, I miss that stuff.

Just turn them around so his name doesn't appear.

Justin Herring ... great looking dude, but the link to rent.men is inaccurate, and he doesn't show up on searches. SIgh. Any info regarding an ad?

In 1984, they told me: "You can put money in a 403(b). You can deduct that from your current income, and let it sit, tax deferred, until you retire [in 2017]." I was sold. They also decided to make it a match ... you're 8% was matched with 8% of theirs. Goodness! How could I refuse? At another job, I was "grandfathered" into a 403(b) at 15% of my salary, per annum. "I have no need for friendship ... friendship causes pain ... it's laughter and it's loving I distain I am a rock ... I am an island." -- Simon and Garfunkle

I'm trying to gift one Very Popular Escort to another, but they seem to miss being near each other by a day. It's a combination I won't miss. Maybe even take a video.

In 1988, I had a very "reasonable" mortgage at 9.625%. Ten years later, with 20 years left, I was renegotiating my mortgage. SOmething like $500 less a month, at 6.125%. Or, pay $200 more a month, and pay it off in ten years. I did the latter. Not having to make house payments is a load off my mind.

My first six cars were all stick. I went to a 4Runner, and had to buy automatic. Same with the hybrid lexus. Last stick shift is a 1991 Miata in British Racing Green. Along with hardtop!

In the Western Chicago suburbs (Oak Park, River Forest, Maywood ...), the best lights were to be found around 20 to 25th street, south of North Avenue. And there was this one strange are, Elmhurst west of York Road, south of North Avenue.

Has anyone ever tried good old fashioned Lard? It should have almost exactly the right melting point. After all, it's what Crisco was meant to imitate.

"Never teach a pig to sing. It's a waste of time, and it annoys the pig."

That's just the point. Their brain isn't dead, it just isn't working at the moment. And the heart had better be doing SOMETHING because if it's truly flat line, that's bad. Requisite story: When I was a resident, I was called to the ER to intubate someone. He was in full code. I clearly saw his vocal cords, but I didn't hear any breath sounds. Another look ... yeah, in the airway ... no breath sounds. We then looked, and saw that he had post mortem lividity, when the blood pools to the lowest points. He'd been dead a long time. I didn't hear breath sounds because he was in rigor mortis. Yuck.

Private company so 1st amendment doesn't apply.

We need to get you an "E" sized oxygen tank. http://www.tri-medinc.com/picts/O2-Tanks-400.jpg ---------------------------^--------------------------------------------