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Neither does Queen Elizabeth II. As I remember it incorrectly, she's not allowed to touch the coin of the Realm.

[Heresy follows] I never found her show particularly funny. On the other hand, I thought the unfortunately-forgotten Topper to be a hoot and a half.

I saw this posted in a Gay Geeks section of facebook: What comes to mind when you hear Meryl Streep? I think it's a regular, intransitive verb, but I'm not sure. I can't find it online. I was trying to remember the proper grammatical term for running verbs through their cases, i.e., I streep We streep You streep Y'all streep He / she /it streeps They streep but I can't.

I was in summer "Day camp" -- we'd leave the YMCA at about 8:00 and return about 5:00. I did this for about three years, and I know it was before 1961 [i was ten then], because I would go over to my aunt's house after camp. She died in 1961. Anyway: I want to say third grade (it just seems right) and there was some guy, probably between junior and senior years of high school, who was probably one of the lifeguards. I remember being just about eye level with his crotch, and seeing pubic hair, a particularly V-shaped full Monty [to this day, I LOVE good obliques on a guy], and a bigger-than-mine penis. I remember one day, when his red Speedo was hanging up to dry. There was something about a red Speedo that imprinted on my mind. To this day, there's a bit of a fetish there. Later, of course, there were the chance sightings--the big (for a high school junior) blond jock who was taking Gym instead of a sport. 5'10", about 185, defined, built, cute face, long hair ... this is 1968. My personal trainer kinda reminds me of him, which is not an entirely good thing. I still have about 40% of my pre-Stonewall gay hangups, but even those are becoming fewer as life goes on.

EXCELLANT observation. Let me go get my Uzi.

Just Remember: Australia: Where the Men are Men, the Women are Scarce, and the Sheep are Nervous! (apologies in advance)

But ... but ... the Pink Flamingo was invented in Leominster ["Lem-in-ster"], here in Massatwoshits.

Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Feed a person to the fish, and he's not your problem anymore.

How can you tell from the angle of that photo?

Commonwealth.

My apologies if I didn't read the thread close enough, but make sure SOMEONE is paying attention to all the data. In the Olden days, it would have been your internest / primary care. Given my disillusionment with "Primary Care", find a doc you trust and let them coordinate things (I'd go ENT then GI, but that would be me). Unless you have enough medical knowledge.

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You'd think they'd want to do something to improve their reputation.

Whole Ripoff, perhaps? Cream cheese with chive, $7.99 / lb.

I am "retired" (out on disability). I apologize for not having read all the posts. I just want to share my own history. I went to MIT with 12 semester hours of advanced placement, which came in handy when I had to drop out for a term, due to mononucleosis. My college adviser, who is nationally very well known, chose three colleges for me: MIT; Tufts [i was waitlisted]; and RPI [they accepted me mid-Feburary]. I had spent a summer at Carnegie-Mellon, on an NSF scholarship, and they said we just needed to let them know if we wanted to go there. As for MIT: I had no idea what my major would be. I knew it would be Chemistry; Physics; or Mathematics. I soon realized that Higher Level Math confused the hell out of me. Physics, at least beyond third semester, was also clear as mud. Chemistry, on the other hand, seemed to be my forte. But my point is: I knew "STEM" was going to be my field. COnsolodated buggywhips, advanced basketweaving, and a Doctorate in Music Performance on the Kazoo didn't seem to be real advanced for actually having a living. [interestingly, I spent most of my spare time singing, in the Tanglewood Festival Chorus and the Framingham Choral SOciety.] I think my sister's advice to her #1 son makes the most sense: Whatever you do, ALSO get a degree in something that will actually provide you with a job. His degree was in journalism, at which he's very good and (of course) unemployed. Subsequent studies, thanks to his inheritance, have included getting licensed as a realtor, and he is working on becoming a paralegal. When I got into medical school, I wanted to be a Primary Care Physician. What was I thinking? [No flaming allowed. PM's okay]. I became an anesthesiologist, and had a really good time at it. How? My Mentor had his Ph.D. in Inorganic Chemistry and was a baritone and a cook. I had my BS in Chemistry, was a Tenor, and a cook. My bottom line on all of this: Good guidance. I knew my good bits, and I was lucky they were STEM. [Maybe not so much the "M", and the "E" was untested.] I knew I'd always be employable, somewhere. Making the curriculum appropriate. After four years of math, english, and german; three years of history; two years of chemistry and physics; and a year of biology, I was pretty much ready for anything. I whole-heartedly support the European [perhaps predominantly German?] system, where one is chosen into Academics or Technical fields around the age of 16. My plumber is fantastic: Amazingly smart; understands the science behind what he is doing; and enjoys the hell out of it. How would he have been as an English Major? Lord only knows. My real bottom line is this: We need to remove the stigma from the "technical" fields of pluming, electricity, a/c and the like. Frankly, I think they're generally overpaid; but they do work that needs to be done, and I, for one, am NOT about to re-charge my AC central unit. We need to de-emphasize the importance of ANY degree in the non-STEM fields. I don't know how to do this: Perhaps significant intervention by the current professors of English, French, Philosophy, Religion etc. need to figure out how to limit their fields. Is there a way to evaluate an academe's ability, prior to the >$100,000 spent to create an Instructor [Assistant Professor at any other college, other than Harvard]? I do consider these fields essential, but it would help if success were guaranteed prior to matriculation. A large pill to take, but a useful one. My housemate, ex-escort, is an English major cum massage therapist. He recognizes the lack of usefulness of his college degree, but we both agree that, were money and time no object, he'd make a great academe; he is FABULOUS as a massage therapist, but has trouble getting into the appropriate setting. If anyone wants to get me goaded, send a PM on Medicine and its foibles. Boy, does IT need a re-vamping.

Personally, I find it somewhat odd that I know what I like to look at, but that's not the same as being with. The OP presented a kind of young fellow who would spin my head around. I've noticed, though, that when I've actually had encounters with guys, it's everything else that gets into my head, not their body type. I was surprised that a certain well-known escort wasn't as built as I had expected, but he was beyond hot for days. Socially, I had an encounter with a 6', 140# soaking wet fellow who was similarly incredibly hot. And my live-in is short, but a cub in training. If I'd get my head out of my tush, I'd have a lot more fun.

+1.

Be still my heart! Another member was telling me of an un-advertised escort in his mid-30's who looks like Kent of Corbin Fisher infamy. There is the retired Adrian Hart, or the also-retired Matt York [ ... lemme check ... yeah, that's his stage name] I find my desire for eye candy - I'm very visually oriented wrt sex - is well satisfied at the local Gym, especially when all the High School Kids come in after school and do their thing. No, I'm not a pederast, but it's fun to watch them when they're puppies. It's too bad to see what they grow up to be.

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Just remember: He's PREMED. Not in medical school yet. Location to be determined if he has to relocate.

I was brought up Presbyterian, and I don't understand this. Of course, after cruising through Lutheranism (for my baptism, first communion, and confirmation) and winding up Anglican, I think I have the right to be confused. But an explanation would be nice, none the less?

Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!

What DID it involve?

I find most tattoos unnecessary and slightly off-putting. Give me a good ol' scar anyday! Having said that, Tristan brings the Honor to his "Death before dishonor" tattoo. He also has a few Chinese characters that he told me were for General Gao's Chicken. Yes, that was a joke. I had a veteran friend who had "Believe in heroes" tattooed on his flank. He's a firefighter now.

AND it's hard to find phonebooks these days. Now, Gutenberg Bibles ...