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A young man moved into a new apartment and went down to the lobby to put his name on the mailbox. While there, a beautiful young woman came out of the apartment next to the mailboxes. She was wearing a somewhat revealing robe. The young man smiled at the woman and she started a conversation with him. As they talked, her robe slipped open, and it was obvious that she had nothing else on. The poor kid broke into a sweat trying to maintain only eye contact. After a few minutes, she placed her hand on his arm and said, "Let's go to my apartment, I hear someone coming." He followed her into her apartment. She closed the door and leaned against it, allowing her robe to fall off completely. Now nude, she purred at him, "What would you say is my best feature?" Flustered and embarrassed, he finally squeaked, "It's got to be your ears." Astounded, and a little hurt she asked, "My ears? Are you kidding? Look at these breasts; they are full and bouncy and 100% natural. I work out every day and my butt is firm and solid. Look at my skin - no blemishes anywhere. How can you think that the best part of my body is my ears?" Clearing his throat, he stammered , "Outside, when you said you heard someone coming.... that was me."

I'd rather ingest male enhancement products, wait for their full effect, then fuck myself.

Don't eat an undercooked bat?

Handsome as he is, I suspect a relationship with him could be somewhat thorny.

I do not like the word verbose. It brings back memories. Years ago, when working for a large company, a paper I'd written was circulated to managers for comment. One of them opined that my paper was -and to quote- "far too wordy and verbose." He also stated that "a paragraph-long sentence sort of takes your breath away." I responded, "They mean the same thing, but I repeat yourself. And next time, try reading without moving your lips." The next day, my boss spoke with me. He was more succinct.

When you're at the bar, you're American. But what are you in the Men's Room? Well, probably - European.

Is this young man an actual person? Are we sure he's not a CGI? With a waist and abdomen like that, where in the world does he keep his vital organs? No, not those organs, vital though they be. I mean the heart and lungs, and so forth. There just no room for them in so small a space. Very impressive physique!

I get their point. (Or I'd like to.)

I'm sure Upper Iowa is nice, but it's the lower parts that seem to stand out.

I was always taught there are only three kinds of people in the world, those who count and those who don't.

Sorry, can't talk now. My tongue's busy.

Weren't these photos used earlier in ads for someone with "Kentucky" in their name or profile? Earlier ads memorable because this handsome, muscular, "gifted" young man is himself quite memorable. Hope he's for real.

I would love a drink from his hose!

Instead of Barbra, why don't we talk about something seemingly less volatile and controversial? Like Trump or abortion, maybe? Sheesh!

I know I'm Gay because sometimes -just sometimes- when I'm looking at a photo of hot, handsome, hung provider sprawled across a sofa, I'll think, "Wow! I wonder where he got those throw pillows." I just can't help myself.

It doesn't take that to get into the White House. Apparently.

My condolences on the long ago loss of your mother. I lost my mother 29 years ago; she left far too early. As I'm sure you know, although the pain of loss subsides, it lies always just below the surface, ready and able to still bring forth a tear or two if given the right prompting. I was touched by your reminisce and it coaxed out a tear for both your loss and for mine, but also a smile for an unexpected occasion to remember. Thank you and be well.

I don't know. But you might find your answer in the upcoming Part XXXVII, due out in Fall, 2026. BTW, I very much like your tagline: To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone, and a funny bone. Well said.

One finger salutes. I understand them in traffic, have seen my share, and know what they mean in that context. But I don't understand such displays in ads the purpose of which is to entice the viewer to want to share time with the ones displaying the digit. Is there some other meaning to be conveyed and understood in such a gesture, one I'm not aware of? Is there a context in which it's intended as cute, friendly, or acceptable? Is it an attempt to be seen as rough or tough, or a nervous impulse that just falls flat, at least with me? And it's not just having posed for such a photo in the first place. It's also the ill-considered choice -in my view- to include it an ad. When I see it in a provider's ad, I find it immediately offensive and impossible to overcome. Recognizing that I may be extreme in my reaction, I would like to learn of others' views of and insights into this practice.

Same here. My first thought was, "Busy Boy!"

To Coriolis, I saw your post, which now seems to be deleted, and I looked into the possibility you raised. However, it didn't apply. The change in Edge seems to be a legitimate upgrade to the program. Also, and to my embarrassment, my reaction, including initiation of this thread, must now be consigned to a cause best described as "someone moved my food dish." Being an old dog, this is almost always a problem for me. I have noticed that, on occasion, an image posted in the Gallery cannot be saved unless it is left-clicked so that the image opens in a smaller version which can then be copied. When the smaller version is closed, you are returned to view the larger version. Most images are not like this, but the one I picked was. In the previous version of Edge, an attempt to Save the larger image was simply ignored, clueing you into the need to left click. In the new Edge version, you are given the option to Save the image as a WEBP in any one of three options. If you do this, you only magnify your problems. The appropriate action is to left-click as before, then Save the smaller version (JPEG) as before. Those images not formatted in the forum in the way necessitating the left-click are Saved in the same manner as before. To add to my chagrin, I had worked on the "problem" for 40 minutes before posting my plea for help. And to FrankR, I agree Edge is cantankerous concoction, but having made my adjustments and concessions to it, I can hobble along better with it, I think, than with another "newfangled" nuisance. This will save me from another of my Dorothy Parker imitations of "What fresh hell is this?" But I do thank you for your response. To others who may read here, feel free to chuckle at my folly, and accept my apology as you return to a lower level of drama and hysterics. Bonne nuit.

I recently underwent an unsolicited upgrade to Microsoft Edge. In the gallery forum, I can no longer save an image as a jpeg, even though that's the image's format. Please tell me (a) I'm not the only one afflicted with this, (b) somebody here knows how to fix this, © they will share that fix, and (d) all the people at Microsoft have died their well-deserved deaths. And, yes, I'm working on my anger issues. But this didn't help.

I followed the link to the Supreme Court site and read the opinion in this decision. In the first paragraph, I read, "An employer who fires an individual for being homosexual or transgender fires that person for traits or actions it would not have questioned in members of a different sex. Sex plays a necessary and undisguisable role in the decision, exactly what Title VII forbids." (my emphasis) Then, I cried. Just a little. And then a little more when I thought of why I'd cried. Sometimes, the Court gets it wrong. The long-ago decision in Dred Scott, wherein the Court essentially held one man can legally own another, was one of the wrong ones. Today the Court got it right. At last. These things usually take a while to happen. Brown v. Board of Education (school desegregation) took a while. Lawrence v. Texas (sodomy statutes) took a while. And God knows that today's decision took a while. The wall of freedom is built of single bricks. Today that wall got stronger. Today humankind took a step forward. Today history was made. And I cried a little in celebration of this day, and that it came in my lifetime. Grab a Kleenex and join the party! [i know this thread touches on politics and maybe should be in that forum. But this -for us- is more about life and liberty and history. And maybe it deserves a larger stage in this forum.]

What do you plant to grow that kind of tree? I would love to pick its low hanging fruit!

I'd happily serve as his ballboy.