nycman

I’ve always thought they looked cheap.

Yeah, I take that to mean most guys got a mediocre hand job at best and are embarrassed to talk about it. Your mileage may vary.

And this year’s “Daddy’s Award" for “biggest shot in the dark“ goes to.....

I suggest you just assume every massage therapist has every comminucable disease you have ever heard of.....and proceed accordingly. I’m only being slightly sarcastic. If it means that much to you, then you have to integrate the “worse case scenario’ into your calculations.

Your wish is granted....check his dates. Now, my turn....(rubs magic lamp)...damn, he’s still a “100% Top”. Fucking Genie.....must be a bottom.

Wait.....I’m having a ”vision”.....you dressed like a nerd in college. Wow...I never knew I had the “gift”. They’re ALL charlatans. You go for the enetertainment....you stay because you like talking about yourself for an hour. Hey, it’s (usually) cheaper and less damaging than psychotherapy. I say go for it!

News flash kids! Both of them have boyfriends....AND use rentmen. The two arrangements are not mutually exclusive.

Big Head. I do agree he looks great....but leave it to the fantasy world in which he belongs.

Lmao. You need more information than... Think with your big head bro and stop listing to the little one between your legs.

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I never understood the appeal. It was overpriced moderately nice clothing. The eye candy was nice. No doubt it was hypersexualized and homoerotic. At the end of the day though, it was cheaper to wander over to the Gaiety where you could actually touch the abs and then go shopping somewhere nice.

We have a nerd on the inside.....THERE’S HOPE!

Nnnnnnnnno. Sorry, just being funny. I don’t know the kid.

Wow, this storyline sure did a 360 fast. Sorry to here it. I agree though, give it time. Some times boys just get spooked. Some times they come back Some times they don’t. Too many fish....

Famous last words. Fast forward ten years..... ”I love getting fucked. I can‘t believe I wasted so many years”. I’m giving 10:1 odds if anyone wants to bet.....grin.

Sorry, I couldn’t help myself!

Careful. Monday morning quarterbacking is a dangerous game. Your scenario requires that both the ED physician AND the urologist were morons. Betting against two specialists is never wise. You do know that CTs are only 95% sensitive for kidney stones...don’t you? You do know that in a patient with intractable renal colic and no stone on CT, a ureteroscopy can be used to r/o a kidney stone that was missed on CT....don’t you? I’m not saying the case was or wasn’t mishandled. I wasn’t there and I wouldn’t dream of jumping to conclusions and insulting my colleagues in a case I know virtually nothing about. You would be wise to do the same.

Like I said...viva socialized medicine. No one is looking across the boarder to get “cheap Canadian vaccines” now....are they? You lay down with dogs.....you get up with fleas.

Viva socialized medicine?

Why do you care what some young punk and a drug addict think about you? “I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.” — Coco Chanel

"I do have friends who are around my age or even older who I know to have been daily marijuana smokers for 50 years. These are not the most acute people on the planet. Let me assure you that there is an aggregate effect. Because I knew them maybe when they started, OK? So they're not like, dangerous people, but maybe they're not the people you would consult anymore.” - Fran Lebowitz

“ONLY TAKING APPOINTMENT WITH DEPOSIT!” Yeah, lots of red flags on this one. Think with your big head. You‘re old enough to know better.

Just wanted to say thank you for this. I watched it last night and laughed my ass off. “There’s nothing better for a city than a dense population of angry homosexuals.”

True story: A friend who loved doing yard sales asked if she could go through my “charity” pile of clothes and home goods to sell in her next yard sale. It was "junk" that was headed to the Salvation Army, so sure why not? I stopped by before the yard sale for moral support. I was mortified to see a pile of my used gym underwear in a basket for sale. She said, “just watch”. As soon as the gates opened, there were several “gentleman of a certain age”. She made sure to casually mention that the underwear belonged to me. Soon, she was getting 3-4 times what they were worth brand new. I love a good fetish and even offered to wear few pair to the gym to “mark them” at no charge. That’s when the bidding really went nuts. It was funny as fuck.

He looks like fun to me!