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Well, if he used it on me, I'd certainly make one.

That's got to cut down on business.

This has got to be from a porn flick; that cop is way too good looking! (I'd cop to kidnapping the Lindburgh baby if I thought he'd rough me up a little.)

As has been said, that's why it called Show Business!

Don't have any insight on the insurance issues, but wish you the best of luck. BTW, if we ever meet and want to go out for dinner, I'll drive.

It would have been a miracle if somebody didn't bitch about it; right up his alley, actually.

Three exceptionally handsome young men! Just wish they were out of uniform. Completely. (BTW - love the hand on knee action; my imagination rages.)

I think they're making 50 feet of chow line.

He sure is purdy, but not enough info/history.

"S'up?"

Was this the first HustlaBall?

Another golden oldie. I'm pretty sure this hunk once gave me a callus.

What the hell goes on in the locker room that all of them have to practice this position?

A predecessor notion to this is The Peter Principle, expressed in book of the same name by Lawrence J. Peter, published in 1969. The basic premise is that in a hierarchical system, an employee's successful performance in one job qualifies him to rise to the next level, then to the next, and the next, and so on, until he finds himself in a position which he is neither suited for nor capable in, thus disqualifying him from further advancement. Or as stated more concisely, "In a hierarchy, every employee tends to rise to his level of incompetence."* (I found Peter's description of a "free floating apex" especially funny, having witnessed its demonstration several times in my career. It was used to describe a high-level executive whose entire organization was moved from beneath him, in stages, until he was left alone atop a no longer existing pyramid.) *Acknowledged as quoted from the book, so as to avoid the kind plagiarism charge that got us here to begin with.

Their most popular menu item is Cream of Some Young Guy.

I must take some issue with a traffic stop involving diamonds found up a butt as being described as "routine," and I am axiomatic in that.

Don't know a grand total, but it's been substantial. Maybe not enough for the south of France, but South Philly would probably be attainable, if I were so inclined.

Because for the moment, he's into something else?

"And I thought pigeons were a bitch," said the statue.

OMG! Don't even snap your fingers; just point and grunt.

You are obviously a very cool cat.

I can think of far fewer ways of wasting time that I would prefer to viewing pics of hot, handsome men.

Well, one comes to mind ... OUCH! Two men are talking in a bar and one asks the other, What's the worst pain you've ever felt? The man answered: I was walking in the woods one time and needed to take a dump real bad. So I went over by a tree, lowered my pants and shorts and squatted. I didn't know I had positioned myself right over a bear trap, and when the first turd hit the trap, it closed around my dick and balls. Wow, said the first man, so that's the most pain you've ever felt? No, said the man, that was the second worst. The worst was when I got to the end of the chain.

This bares looking into.