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(Pretending it's still day before yesterday.)

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Your acquaintance who airbrushed out the pants bulges reminds me of an observation I made around middle-school-age: the regional chain stores with their limited ad budgets were the most likely to leave the bulges showing in the men's underwear ads in their Sunday newspaper ad inserts.

Not my first 'I'm queer' moment but my first jack off was age 12 after finding myself galvanized by a scene with Chad Everett shirtless in Medical Center.

Getting a jump on Friday.

P.S. Same phenomenon in deep suburbs of larger cities. For example the west-of-Boston burbs Framingham and Natick have two cab companies, both of which take at least half an hour to arrive during off-peak hours, and simply can't be had during peak commute times unless you schedule the day before. And even then they are like as not to fail to appear.

Zman's experience was much like mine have been here in Raleigh, NC, a middle-sized, spread-out town where taxis take forever to arrive at a suburban residence address, when they come at all. And cost typically 1.5 to 2 times what Uber charges.

See also: Old Possum's treasury of smutty verse TS Eliot's secret bawdy side is revealed in newly published poems http://www.independent.co.uk/news/old-possums-treasury-of-smutty-verse-1311139.html And of course the homosexual come-on smack dab in the middle of 'The Waste Land': Under the brown fog of a winter noon Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants C.i.f. London: documents at sight, Asked me in demotic French To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.

Dirty old Tom Eliot has a bit in 'The Waste Land': Oh the moon shone bright on Mrs Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water His source however was a bawdy song featuring the one-syllable ladybits word in place of 'feet.'

Not Friday; not sure it's funny. Nonetheless... 68-year-old traveled across country for sex with horse: cops By Todd Venezia New York Post July 14, 2015 | 12:04pm Michael Crawford Photo: Reuters Michael Crawford was nabbed in a “To Catch a Predator”-style sting, when a sheriff’s deputy lured him to Phoenix by pretending to be a horse owner ready to fulfill his equine-sex fantasy. The eager 68-year-old — who told cops he has been traveling the country since the 1970s looking for horse sex — flew to the meeting last Friday. He was taken to a ranch by an undercover officer and introduced to two horses, one of which he chose to have sex with, a Maricopa County Sheriff’s Department spokesman said Monday. Crawford was busted on felony bestiality charges. “Perversion has reached a new level,” Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Arpaio said in a statement. It was the eighth arrest for bestiality made by sheriff’s deputies in the past five years, his office said. http://nypost.com/2015/07/14/68-year-old-travelled-across-country-for-sex-with-horse-cops/?utm_campaign=SocialFlow&utm_source=NYPFacebook&utm_medium=SocialFlow

One could observe that at least our admiration is among actual different real people. http://cdn.funcheap.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Sock_puppets.png

Come to think, maybe it's that escort subgroup 'Still Weirded Out at Having to Touch Strangers'?

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Anyone for a Self-Driving Escort?

And God's name is Union Products: http://cadocompany.com/division.html

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