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Right on time, once a year.

The two greatest affronts to human happiness have been The Black Death and Advertising, the art of convincing people they can't live without something they'd never heard of until now. Pay TV (as I remember cable TV was called in its early years) was depicted as a Godzilla-like head atop your TV and you had to keep shoving coins into its mouth to watch. But at least there weren't going to be any commercials. That worked out well, didn't it? I challenge anyone to randomly tune to CNN and not hit a commercial 8 out of 10 times, which is why I think of it as the Commercials Now and Next channel. Shakespeare had it wrong; first, kill all the advertisers! This completes this episode of screaming at the rain. And now a word from ...

But I don't know anybody else who's 6'2", 210, chiseled, 3% body fat, and 9-thick where it counts. So, what am I supposed to do?

Well, you're right. That was a close shave!

What the hell did he pull the trigger with? If he used the only appendage left to a quadruple amputee, I'm impressed. In prison, he'll be a very popular throw pillow.

Classical, Antonin Dvorak Symphony No. 9 (From the New World), 1991 performance by the Munich Philharmonic and conducted by Sergiu Celibidache, for at least the 35th time. A masterpiece by a genius performed by skilled artisans and inspiringly conducted by a master of tone and tempo. It has no equal. Available on YouTube.

Shouldn't this be posted under Athletic Supporters?

I find this sad and somewhat personally painful, which is strange since I never met nor did I know this young man, except through his porn work and persona. But his wholesome good looks and pleasant presentation must have made a substantial impression on me, and I mourn his far too premature passing. Rest in peace, Seth, and condolences to all his friends and family.

After his wife had died the husband confessed to a friend that he hadn't said a word to her for over twenty years. "Why was that?" asked the friend. "I didn't want to interrupt her."

So's my schedule; when's he available?

It took me awhile to see there was a pooch in the pic; that bright moon got stuck in my eyes.

He looks like a young man who works at a bar I frequent. Well, technically, he looks like that young man as I imagine him after I take his shirt off him.😛

No, but it does seem to recharge my batteries.

The expression on the Top's face almost whispers afterglow.

While at a bar in Rome, a tourist held up two fingers to the bartender in the same way Churchill made his famous "V" for victory gesture. The barmaid then delivered five beers.

I do so feel for the Rat! I, too, hate for my fragile balance to be disturbed.

I live in apartment building and at one time was convinced a neighbor was maliciously ringing my doorbell at random times. The doorbell was wireless and had a battery powered pushbutton mounted on the outside door frame. There were three available frequencies labeled A, B, and C, selected in the ringer unit and controlling the activation frequency from the pushbutton unit. Turns out a neighbor had some device (like a remote control) that used the same frequency as my Frequency A and would literally ring my chimes every time they used their device. I switched to Frequency C and the problem went away. So, do you live in an apartment building or have nearby neighbors? Are your misbehaving machines remotely controlled (over-the-air transmitted signals)? Do have any new neighbors who moved in just before your troubles started? You might contact the seller from whom you purchased one your problem machines and explain the difficulties you're experiencing. They may be able to offer solutions. In the alternative, have you recently pissed of a gypsy queen, in which case, you're just done.

My mind automatically inserted an "I" into the WNE on the singlet, and my immediate reaction was "I'd love to pop his cork!" Very handsome man!

In the early 2000s I hired an escort visiting DC from Montreal. His escort name was Marcel, and he was drop-dead gorgeous, face and physique, and was very gifted between his legs. He didn't ask for gifts but was over-the-top conceited about his looks, Admittedly, he had a lot to be conceited about, but it felt a little creepy. We had lunch outside at a cafe on Connecticut Avenue and he drew my attention to several men passing by as well as a few of our fellow diners, saying "He wants to have sex with me. I can tell." He may have been right -as I said he was gorgeous- but saying so as he did did not add to his appeal. BTW, he was hot as hell in bed!!! In spite of his great good looks and his mastery of the sexual arts, I was never inclined to repeat. I haven't seen his RentMen ad for at least ten years, so I assume he reached his goals of financial security and retired from the business. I wish him well and hope he has gotten over himself at least a little.

I can understand the Ricky Ricardo angle, but the Fred Mertz thing would seem to scream optometrist appointment. As always, of course, each to his own.

As my friends know me to be a tad loquacious at times, their response to me saying "I'll give you my two cents worth," would probably be, "Oh, thank God! I was afraid we were going to get a dollar's worth!"

I love a man with a nice tool pouch! And that bulge looks like he's got a nice tool in it!

Does this mean the Garden of Eden starts at his ass?

An Indian chief once said, Only the government could think you can cut a foot off the top of a blanket then sew it onto the bottom and wind up with a longer blanket.