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Years ago, I was prescribed benadryl as a sleeping pill in a hospital. I asked what I had for a sleeping pill. "Benadryl," was the answer. "Benadry? I WORK on benadry!" "well, what do you want?" "Seconal [a barbiturate]," I said. "We don't have that. We have nembutal." "That'll do." "How much?" "200 mg." "You can have 100." "Okay."

Contrapunctus:

On second thought: Write a review on Daddy's review, so it's in the system. I think I just would have left at that point without paying.

I have had escorts gently not do somethings ... a couple of them exquisitely so ... but to throw such a pejorative at someone, especially in the "heat of the moment", is unforgivable. Can you share a contact so we, the assembly, can avoid this gentleman?

He appears to have changed roles: He's changed his name, too. My guess is his old #1 job he's not doing anymore. Personal information removed

This dog is as trainable as a cat ...

I was that kid in gradeschool. It wasn't nice.

... and not a viol or a gamba in the whole batch. Sigh. http://gapyx.com/cmt/2008/02/savall.jpg nor a lute

The Committee on Good Taste is in charge of that.

I'm not sure about the butt component herein, but[t] one of my favorite kinda hunky nerds is David Hewlett, playing Dr. Rodney McKay in Stargate:Atlantis. Joe Flanigan as John Shepard in the same series was otter-cute. And it goes on. Some of the hot ones are on Sci-fi. Or maybe I just find them hot because I'm a sci-fi nerd.

I assume you mean "covered" butts, not out in the open ones. The vacuum effects of space would be nasty. My favorite sci-fi butt of all times was Ben Browder, actor portraying John Creighton, Space Jockey, in Farscape. Best ass in leather pants to date. Hot man, too.

5207 3001 0917 9170 It just sounds right. I miss that account.

Did you ever consider tattooing their foreheads "1" and "2", or other designations?

From my understanding of how the Universe works, this means that we will see no more of Graham at Sean Cody.

Truth be told, it looks like a Corbin Fisher or (possibly) a Men.com set. He looks like a younger and smaller Jake Taylor: http://www.manhuntdaily.com/files/Jake-Taylor-Steve-Cannon-Rick-Matthews-and-Sam-Crockett-in-Chi-Chi-LaRue-Family-Secrets-cousins-foursome-group-sex-big-dildos-toy-play-fucking-sucking-1.jpg

On a PC using Firefox: Open the RM page. flick through the photos a few times. Right-click and choose "View Page Info". Click on the "media" tab, and a set of photos will appear. I usually double-click on the far-right tab to put the photos in size order. When you find the photo you want, copy its URL that is posted, then use that to post the photo. the photos may need to be seen several times before they populate "page info".

I am reminded of a certain Very Well Respected Escort here on the site. He avidly says he does not bottom for clients. Period. The first time we met, I had a go ... and found that his nether bits were aching for some action. Unfortunately, I do not top, but I've never seen anyone so responsive to anal manipulation whilst claiming to be a Top. FWIW.

I'm reminded of an old joke: The Difference between a Gentleman and a Lady: If a Gentleman says Yes, he means Maybe; If he says Maybe, he means No; If he says No, he's not a Gentleman. If a Lady says No, she means Maybe; If a Lady says Maybe, she means Yes; If she says Yes ... she ain't no Lady!

I don't like the new body, and I really don't like his "cut for competition" photos [none shown here], but I think his more mature face is very attractive.

I used to read consultant's notes and respond: "[the consultant's] note read and appreciated" meaning "I got what what you said. I don't agree, but I got it."

IS there a particular venue that guys like this like to hang around in? I'm thinking like Naples or Fort Myers, FL. I would move me there pretty quick ... they're not my normal cuppa tea, but ... DAY-UHM

One Saturday morning, the pastor noticed little Johnny was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the church. It was covered with names, and small American flags were mounted on either side of it. The seven-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so The pastor walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good morning Johnny." "Good morning pastor Ron," replied the young man, still focused on the plaque. "Pastor, what is this?" Johnny asked. "Well, son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service." Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque. Little Johnny's voice was barely audible when he asked, "Which one, the Wednesday night or Sunday morning service?

Just like a wand at Ollivander's, The Cat picks you; you don't pick The Cat. Ask any Cat and see if they deny it!

Do not try the patience of Dragons, for you are Crunchy and good with Ketchup.

Ted Baxter