Lucky

I had some great hash browns at the Broken Yolk restaurant in San Diego this week. On fact, the entire breakfast was superb.

Whereas I agree with the OP in the desire to have a friendly message board, I have the idea that new posters should learn the site, and learn to do research. As a long-time contributor, I have seen the same old questions being asked again and again because the new poster didn't know how to research the issue. The site is a wealth of information. We are also seeing a decline in the IQ level of many posts, something I lament because over the years we have had some strong discussions here,

If you are looking for heirs, please DM me and i will provide you my name and address!

I wonder what happened too.

https://www.companyofmen.org/profile/2432-williamm/content/

Not interested in pro wrestling.

Paramount billed my credit card for streaming services despite my never having signed up with them. I don't know how they got my credit card number, but they still send me messages even though I successfully disputed the charge. I think I'll sue them for $16 million dollars too!

He looks great, to me at least. But his profile says he is into rimming but says nothing about kissing. And here he will be in Palm Springs soon.

I have seen no evidence to back up the OP's statement.

We see many odd names for providers on this site, so I am curious for the members here. If you had to choose a provider name for yourself, what would it be? Why? I'd stick with Lucky.

@purplekow Should I bring a sign asking for money next time I see you? But three dollars won't go far! 😉

Too hot here to walk outside so went to the mall where I saw a shoe station with sneakers cleaning. It appears to be full time.

Don't men in Madrid need to get off? I once met a guy in Black and White and we went to a sauna to do the deed. I remember the clerk at Sauna Adan...at least on the night was there...had a side business selling powder.

Did you ever have a favorite shoe shine guy? I didn't, although I like shined shoes.

I care more for a funny comedian than a cute one.

I think that with a little encouragement, @Charlie might be willing to tell more about his time with Casey Donovan. Maybe.

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The prosecutors overreached and lost their big ticket charges..

I remember the old airport in Denver, Stapleton, I think. It was close to the city so we were upset when the new "state of the art" airport opened way out in the boondocks

Who? Jung Hoo Lee, that's hoo! https://www.sfgate.com/giants/article/sf-giants-outfielder-baseball-first-k-pop-idol-20374799.php

He does pack!

We just watched Akron, a 2017 movie about two cute college guys who fall in love, only to have their mothers get in the way. I found it quite touching. It's on Amazon Prime. Here's the whole movie:

Can you still enjoy getting fucked?

I had travel insurance when I got sick in Bangkok, running up about $900 in bills. Travel insurance said I had to submit those claims to my health insurance. I never got a dime.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/music/2025/06/20/benson-boone-american-heart-review/ In pop music, the danger of making yourself memorable is that you must eventually transcend people’s memories. For Benson Boone, that means proving he’s more than a singing mustache who does backflips. On his new album, “American Heart,” he tries and tries. These are over-sung pop songs designed to flatter the world with their unyielding sense of effort, resulting in something fizzy, dizzying, occasionally fun and fundamentally shrewd. Before we even get to Boone’s voice, it’s helpful to know there’s such a sharp mind behind that moisturized mustache — a mind that knew quitting “American Idol” in 2021 would make him appear more interesting than actually winning; a mind that knew it could send ripples across social media every time he performed a flip in concert because no one in this wide world — in all its untamed imagination — had ever bothered to visualize Tom Selleck fronting Bad Brains. Boone’s voice is made of elastic and caramel, and he uses it to generate muscly whimpers that sound deeply studied in the acrobatics of Bruno Mars, the roguishness of Olivia Rodrigo and the sogginess of Hozier. Toss some Freddie Mercurial pomp onto the mood board, add a spritz of perspiration from an ’80s aerobics class, then shred everything into itty-bits of rainbow confetti and you’re pretty much there. It’s a voice that refuses to be moderated or confined, which means it sounds absolutely terrific whenever Boone rubs a lyric against the laws of alchemy or metaphysics. During the glammy thump of “Wanted Man,” he huffs and puffs in the direction of a dancing woman made of “liquid gold.” On “Mystical Magical” — a hit single that brings Olivia Newton-John’s “Physical” down to mall-walking tempo — he serves a melting melody in playful falsetto, describing his love as “moonbeam ice cream.” Fabulous. Two scoops, please. Wait, hold on a second, what does “moonbeam ice cream” even mean? Oh, nothing at all, according to Boone during a recent interview with the equally pointless Jimmy Fallon. Same goes for Boone’s album title and its closing track, “Young American Heart.” It’s a power ballad about “living in some crazy times,” and how death might not be that bad so long as the love and friendship felt good. In the refrain, Boone roars, “If I’m gonna die a young American, and this was the final night we’d ever have again, I’d be just fine as long as I’m wherever you are.” Please forgive the fellow survivors of said crazy times for craving something more than complete meaninglessness, here — a disappointment that only deepens once you’ve seen this album’s cover: an image of Boone draping the American flag over his beautifully dirty, sunburned torso. He looks as if he’s been rolling around in Pennzoil and Rao’s marinara, and for what? All of this messy vapidity makes “Momma Song” the album’s standout. It’s an uncharacteristically solemn orchestral number that forces Boone to imagine a future tragedy worthy of his throat’s dexterity. In the refrain, the singer invites his mom on a trip down memory lane, asking her to recount her old loves, her old haunts, her favorite songs — because, “I’m gonna need this when I’m holding pictures of you and that’s all that I’ve got left.” In this tender, confused, bravura moment, Boone’s failure to hack his music’s fundamental problem ends up being the best reason to keep listening: His life has yet to grow into his voice.