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The satisfaction of giving somebody else pleasure, and seeing their face (and hearing their sounds) knowing you're the one causing it? Or the competitive fire you feel being the biggest slut at the glory hole that night, losing count of the amount you have serviced? Or feeding your fantasy of being known as the male Linda Lovelace? Or all of the above?

I feel the same way about his sister Estelle.

Fisherman lands whopping 67-pound goldfish, may break world record A UK fisherman became the envy of anglers everywhere after reeling in a nearly 70-pound monster goldfish — potentially the world’s largest. A Facebook post detailing the man’s catch of a lifetime is currently blowing up on Facebook. Andy Hackett, 42, landed the behemoth, aptly nicknamed The Carrot, while fishing at Bluewater Lakes in Champagne, France, one of the world’s premier carp fisheries, the Daily Mail reported. “I always knew The Carrot was in there but never thought I would catch it,” Hackett, a Worcestershire-based company director, said of the would-be Goldzilla. Not a goldfish per se, the Fanta-colored freak of nature is actually a hybrid species of leather carp and koi carp, ornamental fish commonly found in ponds. This particular specimen, which is reportedly 20 years old, was apparently introduced to the lakes 15 years ago “as something different for the anglers to try to catch,” Blue Water Lakes spokesperson Jason Cowler told USA Today. The Carrot tipped the scales at 67.4 pounds — which is 30 pounds heavier than what was previously considered to be the world’s biggest goldfish, which was caught by Minnesota resident Jason Fugate in 2019. After landing his prize, Hackett posed for photos and released the critter back into the lake. The Brit then celebrated his colorful catch in an apt fashion by drinking a cup of tea. Can you imagine how big a fishbowl you'd need for that thing?

so you're satisfied with one inch? Interesting.

Dear Abby: My husband passed away two years ago. I hope you can give me some advice on how to deal with my 53-year-old daughter who never left home. We generally get along well. She does freelance art, but doesn’t earn much. She contributes only $30 a month. Also, she has a driving phobia, so she doesn’t drive. She expects me to drive her to various places. She only has cyber friends. She wants to travel, but doesn’t want to go alone and keeps pushing me to go with her, although I don’t really want to. I have suggested group tours, but she hesitates to go alone. I feel pressured to keep peace and go along with her desires. How should I handle this? — Pulling Back in Nevada Dear Pulling Back HORRIBLE MOTHER: You have protected and enabled your daughter far too long. Tell her that her dependence on you has become too much. She must overcome her driving phobia (or at least take advantage of public transportation) and her fear of travel without you. Unless you have provided for her financially in the event of your death, how do you think she will survive living as a virtual shut-in with no employment and life skills? There are psychotherapists who specialize in ridding people of phobias. While she’s there, your daughter should also get help to gain a degree of independence, even if it’s about 30 years late. Dear Abby: Recently, my three adult children chipped in to send their aunt dinner for her birthday. She’s 79 and doesn’t need anything; she doesn’t even go out. Financially, she’s in good shape. They placed the order, and it came to $95. Well, Abby, my elderly mom went crazy! She thought that was too little to spend on their aunt. I think my kids were very thoughtful. They are all trying to build their lives. One has two kids, a house and a mortgage. The other just got engaged and is saving for the wedding. The third is saving for her future. My mother thinks her grandchildren should give her gifts and money. I think she should expect money from her own kids, not the grandkids. I hung up on her when she attacked my children. She always thinks she’s right. Your thoughts? — Living With a Difficult Mom Dear Living: Was Auntie satisfied with the meal? Your mother may think she is always right, but she was wrong to criticize the amount your children spent on dinner for their aunt. That she would then announce she expects gifts and money from them is beyond presumptuous. The decision about what to give is up to the giver, not the recipient. YOUR MOTHER IS A BITCH. IGNORE HER. Dear Abby: My sister passed away from lung cancer 10 months ago. My brother-in-law no longer wants to live in the house they shared because of too many memories, so he’s giving the house to his daughter and moving into an apartment. My other sister wants to throw him a housewarming party. Is that appropriate? — Well-Meaning in the East Dear Well-Meaning: Of course it is, as long as it’s OK with your brother-in-law you idiot. It’s not only appropriate, it is a loving, positive gesture and, in a sense, a celebration of life. Good for her!

Tom Cruise keeps 'ruining' filming of 'Call the Midwife,' star claims Cruise’s British commute is allegedly disrupting the filming of the BBC drama “Call the Midwife,” star Jenny Agutter claims in a new interview. “Tom Cruise keeps on ruining our filming by landing his helicopter right outside where we’re shooting,” the 69-year-old actress told Mirror. You know, I have to admit I've had people call me out when I've landed MY helicopter in an inconvenient place. https://nypost.com/2022/11/19/tom-cruise-keeps-ruining-filming-of-call-the-midwife-star-claims/

https://www.gayforit.eu/video/774481/MARK-DALTON-AND-ZEB-ATLAS

You mean he wasn't born covered in tattoos?

It's just the regular emojis offered here, enlarged. I do period/space/emojis/space/period, then highlight the emojis & click 'size' above, then make them 72. Then I erase the periods. It's easier to highlight & enlarge the emojis if there is something before & after them. . 😇😁😜 . becomes . 😇😁😜 . then erase the periods. Yes, I have too much time on my hands.

Yeah, that Dodger world title in the abbreviated season was a real buzzkill for me, too.

This eye-grabbing property, nicknamed the P.G. — because it’s in Pacific Grove, California — Butterfly House stands out so much, it has its own entry in Atlas Obscura. And now, it’s listed for sale. The asking price for the two-bedroom, two-bathroom, 1,334-square-foot house adorned with hundreds of butterflies: $998,000. It’s a steal considering Zillow’s “Zestimate” is $1.02 million. Or it’s a scam considering the property was purchased for $37,500 in 1977 — about $191,000 today. Granted, the house was just an ugly little caterpillar at that point. When the original owners, J and Sonja Jackson, purchased it, it was in such poor condition that the floor collapsed one day while J was washing dishes in the kitchen. Fed up with living in an abode that was falling apart, the retired school counselor took a hammer to the house and brought it down to its studs so he could rebuild it himself. The metamorphosis into the cozy cottage it is today took nearly two decades. J started decorating the house in the 1990s when Sonja, the secretary of the Blind & Visually Impaired Center of Monterey County, began suffering from a degenerative eye disease. Despite the fact she was losing her eyesight, they discovered she could still see bright colors. J immediately went out and bought the brightest paints he could find. Thanks to Sherwin Williams, and her husband’s labor of love, Sonja wasn’t left completely in the dark. Of course, it’s hard to miss the butterfly theme. Why butterflies? J wanted to pay homage to Pacific Grove’s unofficial mascot: the Monarch butterfly. What’s more, the property — which is just four blocks from the beach — is only a mile away from the Monarch Butterfly Sanctuary. Many of the home’s butterflies were handmade by J in his on-site workshop. He spent an average of six hours a day making them. Most of the flutter is found on the exterior of the home, where there’s a sign above the two-car garage that reads, “P.G. Butterfly House.” But there are also butterflies to be found in the bedrooms, the kitchen, the bathrooms and basically every living space. If you were to walk through the house and take a drink every time you saw a butterfly, you wouldn’t be able to walk in a straight line. “I love the eclectic artwork,” said listing agent Arleen Hardenstein of Sotheby’s International Realty – Pacific Grove Brokerage. “One whimsical section flows to another — it’s very sparkly, fun and pretty.” According to Hardenstein, J passed away a few years ago, and Sonja is selling the home because her needs have changed. Needless to say, prospective buyers have to be either colorblind or a fan of bright colors to live here. “A buyer has to love this house and be willing to live in a bit of a ‘fishbowl,’ ” said Hardenstein, who factored in the décor when pricing the home. “The P.G. Butterfly House is well known in the community and attracts a fairly constant stream of visitors who are curious to see it.” Naturally, neighbors haven’t always been fans of having a tourist attraction on their street. “I think it looks like a circus,” neighbor Wendy Davies told the Monterey Herald in 2015. “People drive by, some park in front of my house or block my driveway.” According to J, one such spectator — who came all the way from south of the border — took a photo of the house to hang in his butterfly store in Mexico City. “It’s amazing how many people drive by, stop, get out of their cars to look at the property and of course take photos [and] selfies,” said Hardenstein, who says they have a lot of eclectic homes on the Monterey Peninsula, but none are as unique and colorful as this one. Fortunately for Hardenstein, it has great bones. “The home appears to be in good shape, and the interior is very comfortable,” she said. So far, she’s received an “enormous amount of interest” from all types of prospective buyers who either love the home, love the story behind the home — or both. Haters — or negative Nancies hooked on neutrals — are gonna hate. After all, colorful cocoons aren’t for everyone.

Wasn't the Vegas tourism board touting it as a family-friendly place a few years ago?

pretty good episode this week.

Perfectly Obnoxious

And how am I supposed to sleep pondering THAT? quo·tid·i·an adjective of or occurring every day; daily. "the car sped noisily off through the quotidian traffic" ordinary or everyday, especially when mundane. "his story is an achingly human one, mired in quotidian details" MEDICINE denoting the malignant form of malaria. 🤢🤯🤒

I suppose you want to unwrap his package. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbN0L2sOmY5/

I was expecting you to post Goldy Locks it up. I was surprised his margin over Machado was so large, since he had the adorable one on his team and Machado was the entirety of San Diego's offense for most of the season.

FINALLY! A place with a location worthy of me! Palm Beach penthouse atop a Tiffany’s seeks nearly $10M flip No more breakfast at Tiffany’s for developer Todd Michael Glaser. Glaser bought Tiffany’s crown jewel — a glistening duplex penthouse above Tiffany & Co. on Worth Avenue in Palm Beach, Florida — for $15.5 million in June. Now, just around five months later, he’s looking to flip it for a cool $24 million. The five- to six-bedroom penthouse at 415 Hibiscus Ave. isn’t even finished yet, though it does come with a rooftop terrace, a glass-enclosed room and an infinity-edge pool. The private roof deck also includes lounge areas, a putting green, an outdoor bar, a dining area and a fire pit. Inside, there’s a lounge, a full bar, a billiard area and a gym. The interior also features large windows and doors capitalizing on Worth Avenue views — plus a main bedroom suite, a housekeeper’s room, three fireplaces and an elevator. At 13,000 square feet — including 9,876 square feet of interior space alone — it’s the largest condo on Palm Beach, standing at the corner of Worth and Hibiscus avenues. It’s also the only penthouse in the world atop a Tiffany & Co. building, the smart-wired home is currently a blank slate ready to be built out and customized by a buyer.

I sued Pepsi when they wouldn’t give me a fighter jet In 1995, John Leonard was a 20-year-old college student near Seattle, coaching little league football on the side and dreaming about a future in business. Then, an empty soda bottle changed his life forever. Leonard’s unusual journey is the subject of the new Netflix documentary series, “Pepsi, Where’s My Jet?” premiering Thursday. It looks at how he soared against one of the biggest corporations in the world over an outlandish offer made in a television commercial. During the mid-1990s, the cola wars were running hot. In a bid to get jaded Gen Xers to choose it over Coca-Cola, Pepsi introduced the concept of Pepsi points, which could be redeemed for merch. After years of lofty slogans, the advertising was suddenly surprisingly blunt: “Drink Pepsi, Get Stuff.” A fountain drink got you one point, a 2-liter bottle was two points, and a 12-pack was worth five points. Prizes included baseball caps (60 points) and T-shirts (80 points) with a few big ticket items like mountain bikes (thousands). One upbeat television ad went so far as to advertise that a military grade Harrier jet could be had for a whopping 7,000,000 points. The comical commercial didn’t feature any sort of disclaimer, fine print or legal notice telling viewers it was all a joke. Leonard became obsessed with actually getting enough points to get the fighter jet. “I started thinking, geez, how could you actually make this work,” Leonard said. “But I can’t make it happen. And I have had to find a crazy partner in the deal. And luckily, I happen to know somebody that fit the bill.” The plan He rang up Todd Hoffman, a longtime friend who’d already enjoyed considerable success in business. The two had met on a mountain climbing expedition, and Hoffman considered himself something of a professional mentor to Leonard. When the younger man declared his Pepsi ambitions, Hoffman said he was in. He said he’d help him get the jet, and together they’d start a company to lease and rent out the plane for air shows, film shoots and other events. To make sure their ambitions were kosher, Leonard hopped on the phone to Boeing and the Pentagon, asking — under the guise of a school project — if a civilian could actually own a Harrier jet. Chief Pentagon spokesman Ken Bacon told the young entrepreneur that as long as the aircraft was not armed nor had radar jamming technology, the answer was yes. Hoffman had Leonard draft a detailed business plan, and they set to work. Actually racking up the 7 million proved to be nothing short of an ordeal. Leonard’s first idea was a bottle deposit racket requiring six warehouses, multiple trucks, and a team of drivers to purchase and store the bottles over a period of months. The estimated cost was $3.4 million and would require 16M beverages. Hoffman sent his young protégé back to the drawing board. Then, while browsing a Pepsi catalog in a convenience store near his home, Leonard found a loophole, down in the fine print. Pepsi Points, it said, could be purchased for ten cents apiece. Just like that, Leonard’s plan finally –and simply — grew its wings. All that stood in the way of his dream now was a check for $700,008.50 — the specific number taking into account the handful of Pepsi Points the two had already accrued — which Hoffman happily wrote. After weeks of anxious waiting, the check was returned in the mail with a note from Pepsi headquarters, telling the pair that the inclusion of the Harrier jet in the commercial was nothing more than a joke. For their trouble, they were given a fistful of coupons for free soda. Neither Leonard nor Hoffman were inclined to take no for an answer. They recruited Miami lawyer Larry Schantz to send a letter that demanding Pepsi make good on their arrangement. Schantz hadn’t even gotten around to dropping the letter in the mail when, in 1996, the soda giant filed suit in New York, asking the court for a declaratory judgment stating that it had no obligation to provide Leonard and Hoffman with a Harrier jet. The offer, Michael Avenatti, and a trial Schantz scrambled, immediately issuing a countersuit, with the simple argument that Pepsi was obligated to produce the jet as stated clearly, given that there was no fine print or disclaimers in their commercial. Simultaneously, the company began showing signs of insecurity in its ad. In the docuseries, Michael Patti, then a creative director at BBDO Worldwide, the ad agency that created the campaign for PepsiCo, revealed that worried executives asked him to revise the commercial twice. The first time, they changed the number of points needed to secure the free jet from 7,000,000 to 700,000,000 — the more absurd number Patti said he originally proposed. The second revision saw the now sky-high number followed by a parenthetical “Just Kidding.” The changes, Patti says, were “an admission of guilt.” Soon after, Pepsi offered Leonard and Hoffman a settlement of $750,000, but Leonard said no. He wanted that damned jet. “Now, sure, [I should have settled],” Leonard said. “But I still get a kick out of the fact that I had the chutzpah at that time to actually come to that conclusion. Probably wasn’t the smartest decision I’ve ever made in my life.” A young hot shot lawyer-to-be named Michael Avenatti joined their cause, handling media relations for the case for a short time. “I thought we could get the jet,” Avenatti says in the documentary. “We were gonna have to bring public pressure, by way of some aggressive public relations actions. A full court press with the media.” Ultimately, a judge ruled in favor of Pepsi, saying no reasonable person would think a Harrier jet was attainable by claiming Pepsi reward points. “The judge came down with this kind of snarky ruling — arrogant, hubristic,” said Hoffman. While they didn’t get their jet — or a fat settlement — Leonard and Hoffman did make an impact, leading to an era where disclaimers are an integral part of many commercials. “Twenty five years later, everybody’s studying this at law school,” director Andrew Renzi told The Post. “You could argue that this might have been the biggest thing to happen in the cola wars. Advertising changed forever.” Hoffman is retired and has been battling cancer since the fall of 2021. He’s planning a five-week trip to India soon where he’ll do nothing but explore and adventure. Leonard now lives in Washington, DC, with his wife, two children and a third on the way. He oversees law enforcement and emergency services for the National Parks service. “I’m a procrastinator,” he said. “Or let’s put it nice and say I’m a late bloomer.” https://nypost.com/2022/11/16/netflix-documentary-pepsi-wheres-my-jet-premieres/ I suppose some of you are going to be of the (incorrect) opinion that Pepsi shouldn't have been ordered to buy him a jet.

Well, I wasn't kidding about it being delicious and tasting fresh.

And there's something real about a natural one. Now we've both made obvious statements. :<{ ) I see Ebay in your future. Some holiday plants might also be nice :<{ ) What prices haven't? :<{ (

I never said they should fund his retirement. But this is a very large company and what they sent him probably cost them bupkis. And what if he and/or his family are diabetic? Maybe it wasn't BAD PR, but they missed a chance to get some good PR. Release a statement about the situation, thank him for his honesty and efforts (even if he couldn't have cashed the check) and say that since the check was for €4,631,538.80, you are rewarding him with €463.153880. $470ish would make the company seem like a bunch of mensches who appreciate mensches. mensch plural noun: mensches a person of integrity and honor.

The best meal I had in Germany was the Wiener Schnitzel at the Cologne Zoo. Delicious. Very Fresh. I wonder if it was locally sourced.

trippy, man!