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Military police checking for evidence of STDs?

I am stunned. I know what an important role he has played in your life in recent years. There are some people one takes for granted will always be there, and such a sudden departure is hard to absorb. We will all miss him here.

Ooooo! This belongs in the "Scent fetish" topic.

Palm Springs doesn't celebrate Pride in June because there are not many gay tourists here in summer heat, and the locals who can leave don't stick around either.

All those complications, and you still fixed everything more quickly and thoroughly than the service manager at the Kia dealer yesterday on the bill for installing a new tire on my car. Well done!

One would think that someone suffering from something like psoriatric arthritis would have been seeing medical professionals about it for a long time, and if the drug were appropriate, the doctor would know that and have already prescribed it.

I tuned in to the baseball playoffs this weekend for the first time in years, and I was amazed at how many of the players had shoulder-length hair!

I am amazed at how many ads there are on TV for prescription drugs, for medical conditions that I never thought were very widespread. Since the average viewer cannot get those meds without a doctor's prescription, I can only assume that they are intended to get the viewer to pressure the doctor for that particular drug, but I wonder how effective that advertising strategy is. I can't imagine telling my doctor what drug I think he should prescribe for a particular condition.

I stopped watching baseball a long time ago, after I moved to California and had no home team to root for. But during the 38 years I lived in Philadelphia I was a a Phillies fan, so on the weekend I watched the games in Philly on TV, and it all came back to me, even though I didn't know who any of the players were. For the first time in years, I have a reason to watch the World Series!

Vintage!

Aha! His ad says he is 34.

I assume so, since my doctor certainly knows that we (and most of his other patients) are seniors. and he is, too.

I called my doctor Monday morning, and we went into his office and got our flu shots a few hours later. He almost always lets me know when he will have them available.

That would have been when he was a teenager?

Julius was there when I was a teenager, and even then it was considered a place you didn't go into unless you were with a chaperone over 30.

Look at photo #10 and try to say "Straight, Alpha, Male, Top" without smirking.

The only 8400 block of 111 is down in Niland, on the east side of the Salton Sea. And that is exactly what this terrain looks like (are those the Santa Rosa Mtns in the far distance?).

In fact, I was at the opening night party at the Eagle, personally invited by the manager😈 (isn't it still there?)

Did you mean to write "cumming"? That automatic spellcheck is so irritating.

Wow! I had no idea that the Cock or the Eagle were still in business, since I remember them from when I was young and wild, back in the last century.

I use my eyes and nose to tell me whether it's time to throw food away. I just checked my pantry and found a package of Kitchens of India "Basmati Rice Pilaf with Vegetables and Nuts" which says "Best before Jan. 2013," but I would still give it a try, since it is sealed and mostly dry. I might hesitate about the Trader Joe's "Pad Thai Noodles and Sauce" with Production date April 17, 2007; the flavors may have weakened, but it is probably safe. However, the Mount Olive "Prosciutto and Mozzarella" that I bought at Ralph's last week is already questionable, even though it says "best by Jan. 24, 2023,"

I'm not certain, but my guess would be a 1940 or1941 Buick.

1954 Oldsmobile 88. (That was too easy!)

Years ago in New York, I belonged to a group who would eat once a month at one of the fashionable new restaurants in town. One Saturday night, we went to Texarkana. As usual, I remember nothing about the food, only the experience of glancing to my right and seeing Andy Warhol at the next table, staring back at me. In my 20s, I was in Paris with an older gay friend who insisted on taking me to a Vietnamese restaurant, which he said had a Michelin rating. The only thing I remember about the food was the perfumed eel soup, which I had trouble finishing.