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Ah, the handsome and hunky Sam Cushing (of YouTube fame)! Really love this guy! So many muscles, so many smiles, and seems sweeter than cotton candy.

Lucky they're not ginkgo trees. Their smell is very foul and disagreeable.

I can see getting rid of photos of loved ones, but parting company with the dildos -albeit save one- is a bridge too far!

The cheekbones, jaw line, and nipples would themselves be worth the price of admission. Absolutely stunning!

Hilarious - and the more so because it's true! My problem is sometimes not that I forget I have it but have forgotten where I put it. Talk about exasperating!

Yes! By all means, be complimented. I meant to convey that your writing painted a picture vivid enough to arouse passions similar to a feeling of the rush felt after orgasm and after which many people feel the need for a cigarette. It was a very sexy bit of prose and I thank you for it.

If you're going to keep writing like this, you'll have to provide free smokes.

TonyDown paints a lovely picture of the area and it sounds charming. But for our purposes here, after perusing the RentMen offerings, I've concluded that Des Moines is more of BYOBoy kind of place. Happy hunting. Vespers starts at 7.

In 2024, I moved out of the apartment I'd lived in for 25 years. I had two storage spaces in the basement filled with boxes and an assortment of mementos - read that as junk, such as a plastic machine my mother used for breathing exercises after lung surgery in 1991 (WTF?). When I went through it all for the move, I was jarred to realize I hadn't set eyes on most of it for at least twenty years, and had to ask why do I still have this? Well, now I don't. And the irony is that in the next twenty years I'll see it as often as in the last twenty years. I am trying to become a reformed pack rat.

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.