Rudynate

I know a guy who imports kobe and wagyu beef from Japan. He says the fat is more healthful - quite a bit higher in omega -3 fats.

I've always liked his pics. One time when he was in San Francisco, I contacted him about a multi hour appt. His rate was a little high, so I didn't book with him.

Not eating all weekend sounds like a reasonable plan. Going the entire time without fluids seems unhealthful, maybe even unsafe. Fluid depletion would decrease your blood volume, lower your blood pressure, make your blood thicker and more likely to clot.

But they made it right, by your own account within a reasonable amount of time. I had a wonderful experience a few months ago in a restaurant, that arose out of a mistake. I ordered fish and I asked to have the sauce on the side because was on a strict diet at the time. They brought my fish and it had the sauce on it, so I sent it back. Within just a few minutes, they brought out a freshly cooked piece of fish with no sauce, and they had carefully broken out the sides into separate little dishes so that I could keep everything separate and not get anything I didn't want. I hadn't told them that I was on a strict diet, but the server just knew what was needed and made sure it happened. I'm never a stingy tipper, but she really scored that night.

I certainly like to be clean, but I don't like to be freshly showered for sex. I like to smell a little ripe for sex. I take a whore's bath before.

The mean-spirited don't really understand what tipping is for. In the northeast where I grew up, tipping is often called, somewhat crudely, "greasing." And that is exactly what it does. Like grease, tipping just makes things go more smoothly. You're spreading a little bit of good will in the form of cash.

I noticed yesterday that things were really quiet here on good Friday, like a lot of people were out of town. I went in a store owned by an Afghan couple, and the wife commented on how quiet it was and asked if it was a holiday. I said "Yes, sort of." I was a little surprised that she wouldn't have picked up from the media that it was Good Friday.

Lent's over on Easter, Darlin'.

In the 60's, homebuilders were installing them in nicer tract houses, but they never caught on. I tried to use one in France, but couldn't quite get the hang of it.

Disagree with #10. He would be deeply insulted that someone didn't think he was all man.

Exactly what I was thinking.

I could be talked into it. Nipple clamps I sort of enjoy. Ball weights would be a new experience.

Not that interested in porn stars. Michael Vincenzo is the only one I can think of. I would very much like to bed Brian Bonds

I don't weigh at the gym, but I always do it naked

The only thing I don't like about an escort with a porn career is that they often think the porn career and it's attendant notoriety justifies a premium rate.

Yeah!! Forget those pansy asswipes who call plumbers. I'll man up and do it myself. Semper fi, man.

Believe me, I found out. These weren't wipes for personal use, but Clorox wipes for cleaning. I bought a couple packages of them and found them really convenient for cleaning. I always threw them in the waste basket. My partner saw them and starting using them too, but he was flushing them and I didn't catch it. Of course, after a few days of this, the sewer backed up and we had to call a guy. The guy came over, got the sewer unplugged and said,"Somebody's been flushing wipes." I immediately knew who.

Be careful about flushing them. Plumbers say that even flushable wipes can plug up a sewer line.

Holy week. I spent my early childhood in a small town in Western New York. Probably a third of the kids I went to a school with were Catholic. They always talked about Holy Week and Novenas and 40- hour vigils. I used to think it must be rough being Catholic. I went to the Episcopal Church. There, they called it Passion Week. Holy Week sounded more exotic. On Holy Thursday -Maunday Thursday to protestants - the newspapers were full of pictures of priests and bishops blessing the oil for the sacrament of Unction for the next year. Different time.

Guys with nothing to prove.

I volunteered in an AIDS hospice run by a Zen Center. Many of the patients had nobody, no family or estranged. When these guys died, the hospice took care of everything. The Neptune Society drove over to pick them up. They would come back in a day or two in the form of a box of ashes. I never heard any complaints.

Puppy play is fairly cutting-edge in the BDSM world.

Tell that to guys that are into puppy play.

Another flavor of dominance and submission. That would be an interesting game, puppy shits on the rug, gets his nose rubbed in it and gets worked over with a rolled-up newspaper.

One guy is the puppy and one guy is the master or the handler. The handler leads the puppy around on a leash. The puppy does whatever he's ordered to do by his master - roll over, sit up and beg, this trick or that trick, pant, and generally acting like a frisky, but obedient little puppy.