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I watch thisvid quite a lot because they have a ton of content. The only problem I've had with the site is that they're pretty aggressive at deleting videos for whatever reasons.

Car deodorizers in an expanding market.

If he's not careful, this boy's going to get rear-ended.

Ad gone. What a shame it's fake. Whoever was pictured had my motor running!

So, that's what a "long hall" is!

Perhaps, as an upsell, he can be even younger.

The complicated stuff that happens in the background, we take for granted - until it's gone (electrical production and distribution, cell phone connections, internet availability, gps - and this site). Being mysterious, we accept the inconveniences with resignation because we understand neither their processes, their complexities, nor their fragility. Those who manage and maintain these wonders are the unsung heroes of our daily lives. On the other hand, failure of the simple stuff (of which we have least a sense of how it works) plant the seeds of our insanity. Those who fail us in these things are generally either untrained or uncaring and become the bane of our existence.

I now feel the sting of his best W&G line, addressed to Karen: I thought I smelled gin - and regret! Goodbye, sweet and funny little man; this tear's for you.

I have read of a case -in Florida, I think, but I doubt the issue is that isolated- where squatters moved into a house owned by "snowbirds" who were up North for a while, then unpacked their clothing, parked their car, then started getting their mail delivered to the address. When the owners finally returned to discover the situation, their call to the sheriff pretty much ended with being told it was a civil matter, law enforcement officers had no authority to act, and they should get an attorney and have papers filed in court. Unicorn, you may well be right that non-renters have no protection against eviction, but eviction is a legal civil action ordered by a court and done through due process. It seems you have to get a lot of "legal" in your pocket to make Get Out! stick in tenant/live-in/squatter situations.

It's all fun and games until somebody gets poked in the eye with a stick! I agree that you should have very clearly specified expectations regarding sexual favors with the Live-In. Otherwise, install and use a toll gate for entry into his room, and only during posted hours on posted days. I assure you, this will become a point of contention, all present good will notwithstanding. Secondly, look into requirements for a legal eviction. Live-ins become residents and don't have to agree to leave just because they're asked; they acquire rights under the law and can be more difficult to get rid of than crabs. If you want to help him save more money, give him more money, as in bigger tips. But not keys to the kingdom.

Not Hoss Kado. In his current condition, Hoss looks somewhat gaunt, but still more muscular than this provider. Also, this provider lacks Mr. Kado's characteristic tattoos.

I haven't smoked in over 11 years, but suddenly I feel I need a cigarette. And some ice.

Thank you so much. I now have restored access to the galleries and can resume my pastime of being a dirty old man. Thanks muchly.

Might not be the appropriate place for this; moderators please redirect as needed. I have begun to experience denial of access to some forums, such as both the public and private galleries. I receive a message stating Your Connection Isn't Private. I usually access using a Microsoft Quick Link, but even that gave me the message until I deleted the old link and added a new one, which works, for now. But I still can't access the galleries. Any notions on causes and solutions?

Am I disqualified for entries in this thread if I confess that the glasses were not the first thing I noticed?

Back in the days when DC had stripper bars (Wet, Secrets, La Cage, etc.), as well as the Follies theater with its Sunday burlesque shows, there were some performers who started out with beautiful, well-and reasonably-proportioned physiques. Some kept them for all the time I knew them, but some were very much into bodybuilding and competitions. In their "off' seasons (between competitions) their regimens apparently included bulking-up, adding as much a 50 or 75 pounds to their already big bodies. These young men seemed to like the look this gave them, but to me, it almost seemed like a case of body dysmorphia, where their perception of their physical appearance was a distortion of reality, like a woman weighing 80 pounds but who compulsively diets. I never asked any about why they traded their previous gorgeously proportioned bodies for ones approaching something almost bizarrely un-proportioned. I doubted they would even recognize the question - and they were bigger than me; didn't know how they might accept constructive criticism. Of course, beauty is a perception, subject to individual tastes and preferences. But there were several transformations that were really quite shocking. The aforementioned Stu may be becoming a case in point, I am sad to both see and say.

I think his name is Pavlov, because when I first saw him, I started to salivate. Would lick that head to foot, up and down, both sides, please.

I'll pay them under the table.

NewsFlash ... Scientists find new planet with four beautiful moons! Actually, gorgeous moons! Dinner is served!

Seriously impressed with the detailed and informed response. Well done!

Well, if you're thinking of flying https://rentmen.eu/DanielNarssi/#platinum to you, it could get expensive. Looks like he'd need two seats, one for him and another for IT. And that's quite an IT on him.

There's may be a somewhat darker flip side to being a "kept" animal. When I watch a story (usually on YouTube) of previously captive animals -such as a lion- being released into the wild, I picture that lion the first day after his release. He's sitting and glancing around impatiently, practically looking at his watch and thinking: What the hell is going on here? What kind of place is this? Here it is, almost 12:30, and no sign of that man with my lunch? What? Am I supposed to go out and kill it myself? Hell of way to "rescue" someone. Gilded cage syndrome, I suppose.

Thoughts? Yes, and all of them dirty.

First, who kisses who... and where? And second, I'd offer $100 and see where it takes me.

Quel dommage! He'll never know what I'm missing.