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I had forgotten the pandas were on loan; I guess the bloom's now off that rose of friendship. I've seen them several times in DC and always found them both adorable as well as perpetually indolent, making them role models as I've grown older. If the National Zoo would upgrade the menu from bamboo to lasagna and Laphroaig, I might be willing to take their place on weekends. In a tux, of course, to maintain the color palette.

I wouldn't give them the honor. [Hope you're better soon.]

I would have thought that the aim of a program to end a porn addiction would be precisely to get it out of hand.😉

From a hot 8mm flick of the 70s or 80s; great for its day and technology. A blond and a dark-haired stud having fun on a motorcycle. Thanks for the memories!

Mintboy listings for some cities show 20-30 providers when Rentmen for the same city has only 5-6; I have no idea where all of them come from or why they're not also on Rentmen. I'm sure there are exceptions, but a lot of the providers on Mintboys look like the men you would have found still cruising in the hustler bar at 1:30am, back in the glory days when there were such places, and there would have been a reason they were still there at that hour. I'd be especially skeptical and would insist on recommendations made on this site. Be wary.

I agree she's grateful for what she's got; I get that part. BTW, if I had $3B, I'd be grateful, too. My skepticism comes from the not-focusing-on-things-you-don't-have part, and that if you do focus on that, you'll never have enough. Years ago, I came across a story that Oprah was flying to LA (in her private jet) and from the air saw a spectacular house and estate as she passed over it. She had her pilot land the plane, then somehow found out where the house was located and went there. She met the owners, who did not have the property on the market, and made them an offer anyway. When Oprah left, she owned the house and grounds, and the owners had her handwritten check for $50M. And this on top of the eight or nine houses she already owned. I do not begrudge her a dime of what she's got, and I'm sure she's thankful for all of it; I know she came from humble beginnings. It's her moralizing to the masses of the dangers of avarice that gets my knickers in a bit of a twist.

Said the woman with $3 billion .

There are all manner of addictions. Some may only be and may remain minor or occasional indulgences while others may lead to excessive or even obsessive behaviors. If an addiction begins to interfere with daily functioning - such as sleep deprivation, failings in work or family responsibilities or obligations, financial well-being - it's time to seek help. There should be no religious test or standard for mental wellness. But an addiction that becomes debilitating to any degree should be evaluated by competent mental health professionals, regardless of the nature of the addiction, in an attempt to control the effects of the addicted behavior. However, I have known several people who claimed to have been "cured" of a drug or alcohol addiction through a faith-based program or approach leading to a change in their behavior. I congratulate them for their success and give thanks with them, but do not disparage their faith in a supernatural agency. I don't believe in such a thing myself and would assert that the strength to overcome their addiction was already and only within them. But religious beliefs can generate strong emotions in a person and those emotions may move them in ways they couldn't move themselves without it; that's what emotions do - they move us. It's a matter of finding the right stimulus to elicit the desired response. And if faith produces the "cure," a good end is reached. Halleluiah?

Plus an Uber!?! Where's he Uber-ing from, Pittsburgh?

Some threads remind me that sometimes the best part of a blowjob is twenty minutes of silence.

Jesus! How long have I been asleep?

I'm opening a gym next door called Been There.

It's good to have a dream!

Oh, yeah! In a NY minute. And all night long.

Thank you so much for the Instagram link. OMG! I want to take him with me to Thanksgiving and ask the family: So, now do you know why I'm gay? Look at him! This young man is impressively adorable. I'm in love. Again.🥰

The most shocking aspect of this comes from the linked source: "Copeland’s suicide followed an exposé in 1819 News, a news site once owned by the conservative think tank, the Alabama Policy Institute ..." Alabama had a think tank!?!

Is his prognosis good or is he likely to survive?

Some favorites: "At 50% capacity" is a fact; half-full and half-empty are perspectives. Beware of perspectives masquerading as facts. Always be suspicious of adjectives. They frequently have an agenda. And for irony of the "heal thyself" variety - From a published Writer's Guide, "Avoid the use of pronouns as they tend to cause confusion." (Never more true than today.)

Like Johnny Carson, whose first three wives had first names starting with "J" - Jody, Joanne, and Joanna - so all were "JC". I guess his last wife, Alexis, finally had to buy new towels and pillowcases.

Not what I meant by Put the buns by the oven.

Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater?

I know what I'd be doing for the next couple of hours. 😛

I guess he hasn't told her about me. I'll ask him when I see him this weekend. In my dreams. Or his.😉

You pull this sheet in some places, and you might get the sheet knocked out of you.😉

This is why they made the eyeroll emoji!😉 Well done!