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My first semester as an undergrad at the University of Colorado cost, I think $180.00. I just wrote a check for it. When I started graduate school, I was going to apply for financial aid, but the line was too long at the financial aid office, so I decided to put it on a credit card instead. I put my entire master's degree on a credit card. Total cost? Around $5k. I paid it off in about two years.

In the early 20th century, cheerleaders tended to be men.

one time, I went to a massage guy who had really thick hair in his arm pits. We got into some serious play and I had my face right up in his pits. He had worked up a real sweat during the massage, and I was able to suck the sweat right out of those hairy armpits. One of the nicest experiences ever.

I sent him a hello message. I find him a dream come true-a muscleboy with a vagina. Plus he's Asian.I get weak in the knees over Asian muscleboys. Told him I thought he was gorgeous. He responded right away thanking me for the compliment. It would be great if he stopped his transition right there. But alas he probably will go all the way. I hope he doesn't before I get a chance to spend time with him.

A few years ago, I belonged to a business networking group for a year and I volunteered to be a greeter - did it for nearly the entire year. I really enjoyed greeting people and shaking hands and saying "nice to see you" and helping guests get their bearings. In a short time, I got very comfortable working a room.

We celebrate both. We went on our first date on Columbus Day of 1992. We always go out to dinner on or around Columbus day. We got married on December 29. We usually go way for a couple days to celebrate that.

You can always count on Papa Tony to play thread cop.

One time, I booked weeks in advance. Probably 3 weeks before the appointment, I came down with a bad cold. Usually, when I get a bad cold like that, I'm down with it for weeks. I thought about it for a couple of days, then, knowing my history, decided that the only thing to do was cancel. This was 2-3 weeks before the appointment. The escort was very snotty about it. I've often been tempted to reveal his name on this forum, but so far have taken the high road, just like Michelle says to do.

Believe it or not, even though I spent three years in Germany, I never visited Munich.

A long time ago, I worked for a small financial journal. On the same floor in our office building, there was a company that had just developed a new personality test or psychological inventory and they were introducing it to the market. They asked me if I would like to take their test, and I said,"sure." When they evaluated my test, they said their impression from the test was that I was an extremely shy person working very hard at compensating for my shyness. I didn't say anything, but I thought that they had really nailed me. I was always grateful to have received this bit of information about myself.

We used to go to Berlin occasionally. We would take the duty train from Frankfurt. The train left Frankfurt at around 10PM and arrived in Berlin at 8A or so. The only thing I remember about the food in Berlin was the food trucks - they called them "Schnellimbisse." It was mostly sausage and ethnic food like Shashlik. And the breakfast at the Pension was usually pretty good.

When I was in the Army, I was stationed at the American hospital in Heidelberg. It was actually in a suburb of Heidelberg, in a town called Rohrbach. The restaurants and the Gasthauses in that part of town were just outstanding. It seemed impossible to get a bad meal. When somebody rotated back to the States, it was customary for all of their friends and colleagues to take them out to dinner at their choice of place. A friend asked me to take him to the Hotel Ritter - one of the nicest hotels in Heidelberg. I gulped and said "OK." It was a lot of fun. We had Chateaubriand, carved tableside and some sort of flaming dessert. I remember the check was 90.00 Marks - about $30.00 - big money in the 70s.

I like to stack em. 5-10 of Cialis and 50 of viagra

Very economical, but having someone cut your hair and trim your beard is one of those little luxuries that you shouldn't go without.

When I was in college, Jonas Salk came to deliver a guest lecture Everybody was excited and really looking forward to hearing the great Jonas Salk. He turned out to be a total asshole who was completely impressed with himself. It was really a comedown.

The communist regime fell and was replaced by a democracy and guess what? The jewels are on display in a museum in Krakow. so all's well that ends well.

I think I would like it, but on general principles, would not serve it because of the sour cream. Thanksgiving dinner is already groaningly rich without adding in yet more sour cream.

I like vegetarian pizza - peppers, olives, mushrooms, etc. Even doing away with all of the cured meats, you still have that heavy layer of cheese.

Just gorgeous - a muscleboy with a vagina.

Prosciutto is certainly leaner than pepperoni or salami. I enjoy pizza, but it's one of those things that isn't very satisfying. You inhale all that saturated fat and excess salt, yet an hour later you're hungry.

Who should have gotten them - the government-in-exile?

There was a kernel of truth to his story. In fact, the Polish National Treasures were turned over to the Canadian government for safekeeping at some point during the war, but they were returned to Poland in the early 60s.

I met a guy once who told me he was the Crown Prince of Poland. It was in the mens' bar at the Mont Royal Hotel in Montreal, which was sort of gay on the DL. It was a hangout for closeted businessmen. So this tall old guy started chatting me up and he told me he was the Crown prince of Poland and was involved in a lawsuit against the Canadian government because they were holding the Polish crown jewels, which had been removed from Poland by the Canadian Forces during WWII to keep them safe from the Nazis. He said, as the heir to the Polish throne, he was entitled to possession of the crown jewels. Even at the tender of 18, the story sounded spurious, but he was pleasant and he kept buying me drinks. But I also thought, "Why couldn't he be the Crown Prince of Poland?" This was during the Viet Nam war and a lot of draft dodgers were moving to Canada. He told me if I wanted to move to Canada to get out of the draft, I could stay with him. I talked with him for a couple of hours. He wanted to stay in touch, so I gave him my address and I got a couple of notes or cards from him.

What a great story!!

The only person of note I have ever wanted to meet is George Clooney.