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I am in awe of his image #6. I don't believe I have ever seen testicles on a human as large as they are.

He sure has an exceptional curb appeal:

Impressive "drive train."

I presume he knows what he's doing, but, in this current national security environment, I would hesitate to publicly declare myself "the best National Security Expert in the world."

I was never before aware of Egyptian pizza. I have to broaden my horizons: https://theculturetrip.com/africa/egypt/articles/a-brief-history-of-fiteer-egypts-pizza-like-pastry/ The Egyptian beefcake looks tempting as well:

Isn't that just the base for thousand island dressing? I'm not knocking it, just don't think it's so special.

I gave it a shot, and I'm in!

It appears to be cut to me, however, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Rather ironic the name of its female creator is "Gash." Top definition gash A term for the female genitalia, implying that it looks like a hatchet wound.

Hound!

This Taylor? https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/30477/

Both are fine looking lads, but neither one appeals to me in a sexually enticing way. I'm old.

Ummmmmmmmm...more Chinese:

It might be interesting/informative to crosstab any differences in geographic stress levels.

The treat on the right being serviced is one sweet looking twink beefcake.

I have long been curious as to why death seems to be the most utilized vehicle to remove a character from a cast. Why can't the character "strike it rich" and start a new life, or "find true love" and relocate, or "find a better job?"

Unless it has been conclusively proven the masseur is the source, the accusation is a reckless assumption.

If he relocated to New York, I would need an in-home ATM.

Thanks to you all for your responses. Much of my issue was brought onto myself by my own self-doubt. My use of mayonnaise is only occasionally. Fairly recently, when I re-opened a jar of Hellmann's, I thought it was a bit thin and it had a faint vinegary odor that I had not noticed before. Thinking that I had been careless with it, I discarded that jar and opened a new jar. The new jar had that same thin consistency and faint vinegary odor. It was only after a couple batches of potato salad that tasted a bit off to me that I dared to challenge the integrity of the iconic mayonnaise.