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Must be a stripper moonlighting with Uber. All I asked was, Where do you want me to put the tip?

Gorgeous boy! More of this morsel!

Handsome boy, muscular build, nice endowment. But as I've noted with others, how does a boy with no tats or piercings expect to make it in this business. He's some kind of freak! My kind! Love his looks!

Beam me up, Scotty. It's getting weird down here.

He looks more like he knows what I'm thinking.

"That weren't no question." I lost it!🤣

Apparently, the advertised CCTV system is not used to enforce the minimum dress code for travel.

Where do I start? I ask. Where I tell you, he answers.

Is the eggplant motif advertisement or aspiration?

Now wait a damned minute! I ordered a whole dozen from the agency!

Oh God, Yes!

Then I have to give him good marks for stamina and longevity. Very impressive! [Perhaps a clarification would be in order?]

Somebody could tell him they make larger sizes. But please don't.

Oooh! A golden oldie! Loved this stud when I first some him in some magazine, probably in the 80s. Thanks for the memories!

Yes, he certainly looks like it! I might be interested if I ever wanted to die by lethal insertion.

As my prior posts on H&M will attest, I am no fan of either, and am earnestly and hopelessly await the day they will both just shut up. But further information on the "night in question," without the hysteria and hyperbole, has given me some pause in the intensity of my criticism. The royal couple was staying at a private residence on the Upper East Side. They were being followed by a number of photographers and press people, but perhaps not as doggedly or dangerously as described by some. They did not want the press to follow them to where they were staying because they did not want to compromise the location for the property owners, subjecting them to unwanted attention, nor subject themselves to a waiting press gallery outside their door watching for every coming and going. This seems reasonable and plausible. The taxi ride was at the suggestion of the NYPD at the 19th Precinct, to throw the press of their trail. It didn't work, but maybe a nice try. And whatever the attitude of the larger Royal Family was toward Meghan when she lived in the UK, the British press -entirely in keeping with their already horrendous record regarding celebrity coverage- was at least as horrible in their coverage of Meghan, if not more so. No, she didn't much help her situation, but she did deserve a fairer chance than she got from them. Since stepping down from royal duties to engage in their Worldwide Privacy Tour (an absolutely hilarious and well-deserved parody piece), they have, of course been a train wreck of self-indulgence and coarse vulgarity.

It seems these days there are two kinds of offenses, those given and those taken. And my impression is that, increasingly, the takers outnumber the givers. Can we not display to others, both "givers" and "takers," the same consideration as we would wish for ourselves, and simply assume that no offense was intended? I can only control the offenses I give, not the ones others choose to take.

OMG - I love this!!! Where's it's from? - say not nowhere. Who did write? - say not no one. What's the title? - say not none. Sorry - got caught up in the moment. But, seriously, this is wonderful, especially for one like me, drawn to occasional days of solitude and reflection, and the rest they can provide. I hesitate to say -but cannot resist- I've never been so immediately drawn to anything as much as to this. Nothing!

Is nothing sacred?

To take 2 hours to get home, even in that city, OJ must have been moving faster in his infamous police "chase." (BTW, how fast can you move in Manhattan traffic?) Why not just pull over, call 911, then wait? The Queen is dead; long live the Drama Queens!

I hate to be "that guy" but ... something!

Stupid people are their own worst enemy - straight or gay, tall or short, black or white, etc. As a general rule, if you act like an ass in public, expect to have yours handed to you.

Woof!

Actually, the pictured hunk is Arthur Chatto, a personal trainer (who'd guess?) and who served in the Royal Marines. His brother Samuel is the artist/sculptor.

I'm not sure about his cock, but if you want to see his balls, Meghan has them.