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He cannot resign his status as a duke. That title can only be rescinded by the Crown that gave it, his grandmother, who has already restricted use by Harry and Meghan of their "HRH" title, as well as stripped him of his military ranks and other royal patronages. I find it hard to imagine a circumstance in which the Queen would "de-duke" him, with the possible exception of he asks her to and she agrees. But not even the Queen can remove him from the line of succession, and he can't remove himself from his place in line, either. It would require an act of Parliament to again modify the Act of Succession (1701) to remove any person from their place in the line of succession. Odd as it may sound, that Act of Succession was a significant step in establishing democratic governance in the UK in that it made clear that Parliament and not the Crown shall determine who sits of the throne of the kingdom. I, too, however, wish the pair of them would just shut up. Like a certain former president who claims to hate the press, and as with the Sussex's, these people spend an awful lot of time courting and speaking to the press. People who truly want a quiet life out of the spotlight don't (a) go on Oprah, (b) buy a spotlight, (c) plug it in, and (d) repeatedly jump in front of it.

I think the humor of the joke comes from its absurdity, from the juxtaposition of two unrelated and illogical components, and from a realization that the man must have been holding on to it for so long a time that it finally emerged under the most routine and commonplace circumstance.

In poll results from some years ago, this was voted the best joke in Europe at the time: A man was telling a co-worker how his wife had gotten furious with him at breakfast that morning, and all over just a simple Freudian slip. "I meant to say 'Please pass the butter,' " he said, "but instead it came out, 'You fat cow, you've ruined my life.' "

OMG! I'd consider a 2nd mortgage just to lick his sweaty armpits.

Brings back good memories. This boy was an escort from Montreal 20 years ago, going by the name Marcel. Stunningly handsome and with a magnificent physique and impressive endowment, his only quirk was being demonstrably narcissistic, believing everyone he saw wanted to have sex with him. My guess is that he may have been half-right, and I had a wonderful weekend with him when he visited DC all those years ago. Thanks for the memories.

With Rudi Giuliani's law license suspended and Sidney Powell sanctioned by a judge, how did this money-grubbing moron find lawyers sleazy and stupid enough to take his ridiculous case? Lack of a formal release by his parents, if true, is offset by the payment they accepted, and his subsequent re-creation of the image in his later years -presumably for either profit or self-promotion, or both - are reasonably clear indications of his approbation and should largely nullify any legitimacy that might have been attached to his claim. The pornography characterization of the photo of a naked baby is beyond ludicrous, absent any form of sexual act or innuendo. He might, however, seek relief under some provision of the ADA, as he is clearly not in full possession of all his faculties.

Although his profile describes him as approachable and friendly, for most people, it's not really a name immediately synonymous with "safe" sex. Adorable when he smiles.

And then, Mister Ed says, "Well, this is awkward!"

Trying out a friend's? Hard as a rock? Barely sleep? Topper? Just checking, but are we still talking about mattresses? Is it getting hot in here?

To imagine me in a Speedo, picture a pear wearing a rubber band. Not pretty, is it?

Whiskey -with the "e"- is generally used for products from the United States or Ireland, whereas whisky -without the "e"- is used in Scotland, Canada, and in some cases, Japan. There is no substantive difference in the product attributable to the difference in spelling. But there are significant differences between the American whiskeys (as in Bourbon) and the UK whisky (almost always meaning Scotch). I find American Whiskeys (Bourbons -such as, Maker's Mark, Woodford, Jefferson Reserve, Jim Beam, Old Grand Dad- and Tennessee Whiskeys -such as Jack Daniels and George Dickel), generally sweeter and more intoxicating than the whisky from the other side of the pond. American whiskeys, to my palate, are more uniform in taste, whereas Scotches have considerable variety, especially between 10 to 12 year bottles vs their older 18 year brothers, and between almost all other Scotches vs the Islay Scotches, most notably Laphroaig, Lagavulin, and Ardbeg, all three of which are particularly smoky and peaty. Scotch whisky -again, to my palate- are more astringent, complex, and interesting. If you're interested in taste testing, find a bar that offers "flights" of whisk(e)ys, usually 3 to 5 per flight, and providing an ounce of each for a price depending generally on the age of the spirit. It's an excellent and reasonably economic way to experience the virtues of each, and best done sober to ensure -well- sober reflection.

I think David originated in NYC and focused on that area, and even included escort ads. I would buy it occasionally at "Adult" stores in the DC area. Unless, of course, I'm remembering some other magazine altogether, which is not beyond my powers of imagination.

A three-way featuring: Me, Channing Tatum, and Dom Perignon. What will he do with that empty bottle?

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You had me at, "Kneel down."

This kid's now my hero. So much poise, so much courage. Meanwhile, the administrator's new password everywhere is, whyamisuchadisgustinghomophobicasshole? You know, something he won't ever forget.

Yes, he's got some low-budget cable show based in Missouri, still selling his brand of snake-oil. In a way, though, he may be doing God's work: separating stupid people from their money. Fool me once ... and so on.

I, too, am somewhat amazed, as well as profoundly grateful, that this site survived Daddy's sad and too soon death, and agree completely that those who stepped in to salvage and administer the site have performed a tremendously well done service for us all and deserve our undying applause and appreciation. To clarify a bit and remove any impression to the contrary, my initial question was born only from curiosity and not meant as a criticism of any kind. My apologies if a wrong intention was conveyed. And as a side note, Churchill was indeed offered a peerage (Duke of London) but declined the honor because of the effect that such acceptance would have had on his son and subsequent first-born sons down the line, and who, like Churchill, may have sought a career in politics and a seat in the Commons. No member of the peerage can hold seats in both Houses (Lords and Commons) and first-born sons of peers do not have a legal right to refuse the title, thus requiring their resignation from the Commons when their father died and passed them the title.

The recent changes in titles and levels, from Knight, Lord, Peer, et al, to the new structure of Rising Star, Grand Master, etc., also apparently changed the point system regarding responses. In the old system, I had a score of 1200+, but am now at a level of just under 800. Doesn't really matter much since I can't use either to buy Scotch, but I'm curious as to why the difference. Anyone else notice a difference, or able to offer an insight?

My mistake, but when I read the thread title, my first thought was, "That's an awful name for a provider to pick!"

Isn't it odd -or not; I'm bring ironic- that ads that mention it at all state, "rates are for time only." Not the Big Lie we hear so much about these days, but, it seems, a lie just the same. Once is an occurrence, twice a coincidence, three times and+ a pattern. Live and learn, and be clear about expectations up front. If needed later, reinforce with consequence by offering to pay for metered service, and for that only. Be forewarned, it will likely not be pretty.

Today, maybe. But someday you'll be a Wide Receiver.

Pipefitting.

These eyes just so softly say to me ... "and do it now, bitch!" What a gorgeous face! I'm in love. Again.

No, I'm from Meat with Feet. It's like Meals on Wheels, but for a more targeted market.