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But it makes for great slo-mo playbacks if you record the televised match.😋

My God! I'd hate to see what they wear for Martin Luther King Day!

From what I've seen and read, the operational record of the ship that struck the bridge is abysmal, and could constitute support for a charge of negligence.

As a gay only child, I just assumed it was a case of great good luck.

And where the hell were you until 3 o'clock this morning? And who was your "good boy" last night?

Also sorry for your experience. But if this is his business model, it will likely cut down his number of repeat customers. (Or any customers who read this site.)

That older profile has a link to Twitter, but the account has no content. He is apparently a man of mystery.

Now, that's the way to thank him for his service!

You seem to be getting more than a little flak over a rather oddly-specific fetish request; sorry about that. But don't let it discourage you and best wishes for good hunting.

Other postings on the linked page are fascinating! Thanks for the connection.

What a gorgeous animal! And the dog looks good, too.

What the world needs is fewer unemployed proofreaders. How could people not see these unintended messages? Amazing! And Hilarious.

Birth of that time-honored seaman's phrase, "Dude! I really like the cut of your jib!"

And a select number of men, too, I very much hope.

I don't think he advertises but goes by word of mouth instead. And I can only fantasize where those mouths have been.

I can no longer even imagine stepping out onto such an unguarded elevation above a chasm as described. When much younger, I went to such heights as New York's Empire State Building observation deck, the St. Louis Gateway Arch, Chicago's Willis Tower (then the John Hancock), the Washington Monument and the towers of National Cathedral, and even crossed the Golden Gate Bridge on the back of a motorcycle, holding so tightly to a sailor named Ken that I may have left marks. And did all this without barely a hint of trepidation, if any at all. Now, if I even so much as see a photo looking down from such heights, my butt tightens and my stomach churns. Age-related vertigo, perhaps? Anybody else experience such a change?

His pics are generally amazing, but perhaps he could soften expectations by appending Serving Suggestion to each of the pics.

The reason for these limitations placed by various states is always the same, to protect children. But I ask myself, to protect which children? The ones too young to understand what they're looking at and therefore unlikely to be much affected by it, or the ones who know better and blow past the You Must be 18 or Older warnings and enter anyway? So now the freedom of adults to enjoy legal porn in the privacy of their own homes is made contingent on the sensibilities of children too young to comprehend it or so disregarding of clearly already established prohibitions that rules will not stop them. And apparently the idiot legislators that support such measures have never heard of VPNs, a thing I'm sure any child between 10 and 18 not only knows about but also how to use.

Well, that's wonderfully graphic!

Is his swimsuit sending a message to us? Subtle!

As witness to the truth of it, I went to Google to find out what this meant.

Sexy muscle twunk blast from the past. Made porn under the name Bo back in the 70s.

There's something about this young muscle stud that brings out the best -or more like the beast- in me; the face, the hair, the muscles, the cheekiness of that taunting tongue. I'd love to see him abducted by leather-clad muscle masters, suspended, strapped, and made use of in all kinds of ways. Then I want to see it all over again. Damn! Is it hot in here? [More pics of this morsel, please!]

And the food looks good, too.

At 75, I still have a very vivid and energetic libido; as someone who once observed of themself, "I can get aroused by the crack of dawn," and I sometimes feel the same. However, plumbing issues being as they have become, I feel in the position of an old dog with no teeth who finally catches one of the cars he's chased after all his life. "Now what?" he asks himself. What now indeed? What is love? 'Tis not hereafter, Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure. So come and kiss me, Sweet and Twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.