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https://rentmasseur.com/PuertoricanCMT Same phone number in this ad. If you search PuertoricanCMT, a brief mention of him.

You might want to PM @Tarte Gogo .

Thanks for the info.

Agree. Last time I flew, I had an 8 hour flight leaving around 10 am. I was sleepless the night before too. I set my alarm for 4 am, reserved a cab for 6 am to be sure there early enough. Surprisingly was pass security by 7am. Went to the club, and joined the other drinkers at the bar. I was surprised at how many of us were there.

Look at my property tax bill that just came in the mail today.

That's what's keeping me pet-less.

Once my father was in his 80's, he rarely drove. Occasionally to the grocery store or beer store to get a 12 pack and lottery tickets. All less than 2 miles from the house, and all 25-35 mph roads. Didn't drive at night, nor in rain or snow. We were lucky. He one day decided not to drive anymore, and gave his 20+ year old car to my brother.

They all call me "Uncle". My mother's father was one of 17 kids, he being the oldest. She had an aunt who was a little less than a year younger than her. They grew up together, She always referred to her by first name only. A daughter of one of her uncles (making her a cousin), was as old as us kids, so referred to my mother as "Auntie"

Never watched them. Wow. Didn't realize how long they were on, and the talent that acted in them.

Speaking of dogs, I am just now hearing fireworks. Can't believe they are starting so soon before the 4th. Poor dogs will have to endure them for days now.

Never had to do it. Now retired, I sometime flirt with the idea of getting one. If so, I think I'll adopt an older one already house broken.

Neither love or hate them. I usually watch Frasier reruns before going to bed, so if I turn on the TV in the bedroom in the afternoon, it's a Hallmark Movie that's on. Unrealistic formula plots, and actors who probably, but not for Hallmark, would still be struggling to find jobs (not saying they're bad). Nothing really there to hate, but can only watch a few minutes.

twenty eighteen

I'm sure there has to be men who told a woman not to worry, they'll put out before they cum...but didn't.

After years 0f being on planes for work (and sometimes fun), really find no joy, excitement, or romance to air travel. Besides the airport, plane itself, and getting to and from the airport, if it's a longer trip, making sure the house is in travel mode. I close faucet valves (once had a valve under bathroom sink start leaking), and unplug TVs, and computer as we get power surges occasionally. Also the packing, unpacking, and laundry, and the rush to get clean clothes for work, or next trip. Sometimes had to buy clothes on the road if trip extended. Over the years I collected a tons of socks and underwear, about, oh I don't know, 50-60 shirts, 25-30 pairs of pants (need for all seasons, not counting the shorts/jeans), coats and jackets strictly for travel, and more dress shoes than I will ever wear again. Still haven't finished purging the inventory to give to charity, as I like to go shopping in my own closet before going out to buy something. Now retired, I limit my air travels to places I really want to be, not have to be. Makes it somewhat easier. Just always dread then trip home.

Yep. Chicago has a lot of hot guys in the city. I miss that eye candy when I worked in the Loop.

I always thought of algebra as a course to determine who is more likely to be successful in science and medicine. Not so much the answer, but how a person thought. I never got it at all.

It's so unfortunate that people succumb to the addictions. I used to get my hair cut by a guy, young, hip, and enjoying life. As we got to know each other, he was more comfortable with sharing his life. Got a weird phone call one night that he quit that f-ing place, and was now working at a new place. I went to see him at the new place. After a few times, I noticed he was a little different. Then on one appointment, he was shampooing my hair very slowly, and for a long time. He seemed very out of it. When I later called to make another appointment, they said he was no longer there. Thinking he may have gone back to the first place I met him, I called. They said he was in rehab. I got an appointment with someone new at the original place I met him. After a few visits, she told me he died of an overdose.

I recently returned a couple of things I ordered online to the local Nordstrom. Salesmen was hot, buff, hairy, bearded, hunk in tight clothes and a big bulge in his pants. I was tempted to ask if escorted.

Speaking of I noticed a good looking guy, great body, during a midweek afternoon trip to the men's section of Carson's (I'll miss that store). He looked like a guy I had just hired for a massage the weekend prior (my first ever experience where a guy made me cum). I was afraid at first, afraid it was really him, and he might out me or something. I soon realized it wasn't him, because when I got nearer to him, realized the store guy was better looking. He'd go into the changing room, then I went in to another booth. We then both went out and looked at the racks. Then him back to the changing room, me to another. Then back to shopping again. He always would go into the handicapped changing room (nice and big), and after the second time, I seriously thought of going in, and pretending I made a mistake, but chickened out.

Haven't had it in a while, I think I'll pick some up.

The water in my suburb tastes just fine, and when I worked downtown, the water in our building tasted fine too. Haven't bought bottled water in many years, and if I did, it was when I was on the road.

LOL Nobody from outside SE Michigan (aka the tri-county Detroit area as it was called when I lived there) ever gets the party store meaning. Yes, a party store to me, is a place to pick up beer, wine, liquor, chips, cigarettes, and sometimes a few basic food items. My mother (an immigrant, who's English was not the best) used to refer to our local party store as the "little store" when she sent me on a errand to pick up something. I really miss Detroit some times.

Gym shoes. Lately, I've used walking shoes. Something those few in SE Michigan will understand. Party store.

When I threw my back out several months ago, and ordered online through Shipt, I decided to order a few heavy things (2 gallons of distilled water for the cpap, 2 half gallons of milk). I tipped.