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YES! And it's awful! I hate licking dirty feet. Unless I'm cuffed and wearing a leash, of course.

I'm curious about him blaming you for his situation. Did you do or say anything that might have made him think you were going to be a couple, or you his providential sugar daddy? How old is? Does he have an education? A trade? Skills (other than those obvious to the circumstance)? If you feed a stray cat, you'll see it every day. Are you ready for "Here kitty, kitty, kitty?

You are correct in the ranking of causes of death for children. I was relying on memory of an article I'd read some time ago, and my memory was inaccurate in several ways. My apologies for the sloppiness and my thanks for your corrections. I hope, however, that the greater philosophical point will not be obscured by my inaccurate data. I was not attempting to argue for firmer gun control but was only trying to highlight the disparity and disproportionality of responses regarding access to guns versus access to pornography. Whatever ill effects might afflict a child exposed to sexual images, such effects cannot be on the same level as losing the child's life in a violent attack by someone who has lost the balance of his mind as well as his morality. Emotional scars can be addressed and treated; lethal wounds cannot. We should put our best efforts where they will do the most good to stop the greater wrong. The age restrictions you would argue for are already in place nationwide; the point at issue is their enforcement. Access to foreign-based sites may be problematic and will likely always be. But I think even they observe the US required warnings of Adults Only and 18+. If a child ignores those warnings - which he must in order to see the contents - that child - and the parents - must assume some and considerable responsibility for their actions and consequences. And further, as I see it and always have and will, the rights of adults cannot be made contingent on the sensibilities of children. The response of numerous porn providers to simply end access for jurisdictions that have enacted mandated restrictions has now actually affected the rights of grown adults in order to protect exposure to potential and unsuitable misbehaving minors. And for those minors determined to satisfy their curiosity, VPNs will be their key to access what's available. If I can use a VPN, I'm sure a child can. So, the mandated restrictions are now not only an inconvenient encumbrance, they're also laughably ineffective. I don't imagine it's easy to raise a child and I've never had to. And I accept that all of us have a societal obligation to future generations. But none of that will take the place of watchful and responsible parenting.

The greatest threat to and the leading cause of death for children under 12 is gun violence, about which the powers that be have done between very little to nothing at all, since in their world you cannot restrict a citizen's right to keep and bear arms, even in a post-Sandy Hook world. But we simply can't allow children who (a) know better anyway, and (b) ignore warnings (usually in red and ALL CAPS) stating ADULTS ONLY! and MUST BE 18+ to be exposed to peckers and pussies because that might harm them.

... and better than a group of small friends!

I scored 60 and ordered a sarsaparilla.

How did the Louvre even have a window that could be forced without alarming? Did the perps plan their heist after watching How to Steal a Million?

With the way the two cops are eyeing this guy they seem to see him as either a suspect or prospect. (Does have a kind of dandy vibe about him.)

Yes, I remember discussing hustler bars in general and Numbers in particular. But I think the consensus was that these seem to be a thing of the past. Rentmen and Grinder have replaced the old "greet the meat" approach to hooking up. That, along with the dearth of male stripper bars (at least in DC) makes me sometimes wonder whatever happened to the sexual revolution. Did we lose?

Why does the phrase poetry in motion come to mind? Absolutely gorgeous!

Back in the day when there were nude dancers in some of the DC bars, several were body builders who would sometimes bulk up to what they considered competition condition. Naturally well-muscled with low body fat was very attractive, but the bulked-up rendition was, to me, decidedly not attractive and seemed to me a sort of body dysmorphia, akin to an 85-pond woman who constantly diets and purges because she sees herself as fat. Both seem to me to be demonstrative of some form of psychosis.

There was a young (20-something) in my eye doctor's office and who did some tests and measurements on me; it was impossible not to look at her lips. They were the personification of "bee-sting lips" and were ghastly! If her goal was to have people stare at her with morbid fascination and degrees of revulsion, wondering why on earth someone would do that to themself, she succeeded.

If you stare at this photo long enough, you will see a brown horse. [Elsewhere on these boards, different pic, same caption, but I thought it bears repeating.]

I would never refuse a virgin a drink! You don't always need liquor to get lucky.

I once watched a PBS nature program that focused on the behavior of ground squirrels on a New England college campus. The study found that in preparation for the squirrels starting to gather and bury the nuts they'll feed on during the cold and snowy campus winter, the squirrels' brains expanded by about 30%, giving them additional memory for keeping track of the hundreds of nuts the squirrel would hide as its winter stash. The recall of the average squirrel came near to 80%, with some individuals being even higher! If I had to do that for my food, I'd starve. I can't even keep track of the six pairs of reading glasses I leave around the house.

What were they suspected of if that level of undress was required for the line-up? Miss Ballbricker's tallywhacker line-up in Porkys?

A man I used to work with would visit a known-about men's room in a local mall. On one occasion, the foot tapper in the next stall was mall security, and my co-worker was trespassed from mall property. In spite of that, he went back some months later, was identified, then arrested. The arrest led to a security inquiry by our employer, and which included a check of the on-line history for his workstation computer. Believing he had already covered his tracks by daily deleting that history, he denied visiting restricted sites. He didn't realize corporate computer services had its own records of hundreds of visits and immediately knew he was lying. As he had been a good performer for almost twenty years, he was allowed to resign instead of being fired, which at least let him keep his accumulated pension entitlement. Sometimes the law is the least of your worries.

Facial recognition software at work? After months if not a year of being away, I went back to a bar I used to go to with some regularity. I came in, sat at the bar, then a server I had never seen before came up holding a Scottish ale I very much favored and saying, "Look what I've got for you!" Liked the ale but find the software angle creepy. Or yours may just have a fantastic memory.

The first tearoom I went to was called The Orchid Room. It was on the sixth floor of Stewart's department store in downtown Louisville. Stewarts was the largest and grandest of high-end retail in the city. The Orchid Room served lunch, which they, of course, called "luncheon" on the menu. The clientele consisted primarily of older blue-haired socialites out for a day of shopping and being seen. Then there was also this skinny young man who walked to Stewart's from J. C. Penny, where he worked measuring men's inseams. None of the blue-hairs ever made a move on me. Apparently, they weren't into inseams. Or skinny blond boys. Imagine my surprise years later when I heard of the goings-on in a different kind of T-room. The blue-hairs would have clutched a ton of pearls. And I could have measured more than inseams. Cue up ... those were the days, my friends, we thought they'd never end ...

Technical questions from a digital Neanderthal (no offense to them intended). These would appear to be gif's but show and save as WEPB files (snapshots of a gif?). Why? Can they be saved as gif's (so as to maintain the stimulating undulations of this angelic young man?)

The first time I was planning a drive from Virginia to a family Thanksgiving in central Ohio, the obvious choice was to use the Pennsylvania Turnpike. There were three reasons, however, that made me not want to. First, it was a toll road, and second -in spite of the toll income- it was badly maintained with almost as many potholes as the moon had craters. The third reason were the reports I'd heard that when you exit the turnpike and stop to pay your toll, the machine will do a time & distance check and if your time indicated you exceeded the speed limit, you got a ticket on the spot, no questions asked. And no human witness to your alleged malfeasance. Turns out I didn't have to use the turnpike after all as I saw a sign heralding "new interstate west" and used I-68 through Maryland, then and ever since. So, screw you, Big Brother! Other examples of technology-based intrusions are red light cameras in-town and speed cameras on the interstates. Quite some several years ago, I heard of a proposal in Britain that chips be installed in mile-markers on the sides of the roads that would communicate with a mandated receiver attached to your vehicle and which had your license and registration data. If your speed between two markers showed you having exceeded the speed limit, the local constabulary was notified electronically, and you would -eventually- receive a ticket. Repugnant as some of this is to my civil liberties sensibilities, the pragmatist in me now accepts it as inevitable and the wannabe lawyer within sees it as likely legal under some application of a plain sight argument in a public space. So, screw me, Big Brother.

If I knelt before them, would I be six feet under?

I had to use a hammer and chisel on a granite background.

A hirsute gardener?

From the initial post and first meeting description, it sounds more like Eleanor of Aquitaine (Katherine Hepburn in the The Lion in Winter) describing her first time with a young Henry II - We shattered the commandments on the spot. (Eleanor was still married to King Louis of France at the time.)