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That "Luciferian*" plot must be working because his DNA now registers an intellectual level just below rutabaga. My apologies to the vegetable world. [*The poster misspells the word; did Wiles write it himself?]

Hope, for his sake, he has other reasons for visiting NYC, because, with his Big Ego, I don't see a bright financial future for him in the Big Apple.

One problem with tattoos is that the body ages, and not always gracefully. A co-worker, when in the Navy and stationed in Yokohama, got a belly tattoo of a sampan. Years later, and after he put on what could only described as considerable weight, he had it re-labeled as the USS Missouri. I've never had a tattoo and never will. And I've never seen one I liked on the body of a good-looking man. As said elsewhere in these fora, and more than once, a tattoo on a good-looking male body is like using the Mona Lisa as a post-it note; it is, to me, the desecration of a piece of art. And I don't understand why so many young and beautiful men are so willing and even eager to get them. I blame rap. And the Republicans.* [* A joke, and not a political commentary. Even if it's true.**] [** Another joke! Please, just let it go!]

Well, if he used it on me, I'd certainly make one.

That's got to cut down on business.

This has got to be from a porn flick; that cop is way too good looking! (I'd cop to kidnapping the Lindburgh baby if I thought he'd rough me up a little.)

As has been said, that's why it called Show Business!

Don't have any insight on the insurance issues, but wish you the best of luck. BTW, if we ever meet and want to go out for dinner, I'll drive.

It would have been a miracle if somebody didn't bitch about it; right up his alley, actually.

Three exceptionally handsome young men! Just wish they were out of uniform. Completely. (BTW - love the hand on knee action; my imagination rages.)

I think they're making 50 feet of chow line.

He sure is purdy, but not enough info/history.

"S'up?"

Was this the first HustlaBall?

Another golden oldie. I'm pretty sure this hunk once gave me a callus.

What the hell goes on in the locker room that all of them have to practice this position?

A predecessor notion to this is The Peter Principle, expressed in book of the same name by Lawrence J. Peter, published in 1969. The basic premise is that in a hierarchical system, an employee's successful performance in one job qualifies him to rise to the next level, then to the next, and the next, and so on, until he finds himself in a position which he is neither suited for nor capable in, thus disqualifying him from further advancement. Or as stated more concisely, "In a hierarchy, every employee tends to rise to his level of incompetence."* (I found Peter's description of a "free floating apex" especially funny, having witnessed its demonstration several times in my career. It was used to describe a high-level executive whose entire organization was moved from beneath him, in stages, until he was left alone atop a no longer existing pyramid.) *Acknowledged as quoted from the book, so as to avoid the kind plagiarism charge that got us here to begin with.

Their most popular menu item is Cream of Some Young Guy.

I must take some issue with a traffic stop involving diamonds found up a butt as being described as "routine," and I am axiomatic in that.

Don't know a grand total, but it's been substantial. Maybe not enough for the south of France, but South Philly would probably be attainable, if I were so inclined.

Because for the moment, he's into something else?

"And I thought pigeons were a bitch," said the statue.

OMG! Don't even snap your fingers; just point and grunt.

You are obviously a very cool cat.