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My birth was the closest I've ever been to one - or wanted to be.

In addition to being a link to Charles' interest in environmental issues, the butterfly also represents the completion of Charles' metamorphosis from Prince of Wales to King, as in the similar transformation of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. BTW, as a side note from an old panel of The Family Circus cartoon - Why is it called a butterfly? Shouldn't it be called a flutterby?

Unlike a belly button, I can't tell if this is for an "innie" or an "outie".

It is, to my taste, a bit over the top. However, the King has always regarded himself with a sort of avant-garde flair, except where architecture is concerned, so his acceptance of this work is not surprising. Certainly not the kind of "acceptance" Churchill gave to his portrait by Graham Sutherland on the occasion of Sir Winston's retirement from office and active politics. Churchill hated this depiction of himself and said -tongue in cheek- at its presentation in Westminster Hall, "... it is a remarkable example of modern art. The subject, however, is not." Privately he is reported as saying "It makes me look as if I were straining a stool." It was so disliked by both Winston and Lady Churchill that years later they burned it at their country home in Kent.

Johnny Carson once told of a woman who would have sex with any man that would buy her a spaghetti dinner. Carson then asked if that made her a pastatute?

The receptionist in the doctor's office asked, "And who should we call in an emergency?" I answered, "911, I suppose."

When this movie came out, I was living back near my hometown and lived only about 15 minutes from my mother, who absolutely loved both Dolly Parton and Burt Reynolds. So, naturally, she asked me to take her to see the movie. Other than the risqué name, I knew nothing about the movie. I now realize I should have first seen it by myself, then feigned a broken leg or some other sufficiently debilitating illness or condition. Some of the dialogue and innuendos were awkward to be sharing with my mother, but the shower scene, including the nudity, the shimmying about, and the lyrics, was completely squirm-inducing to me and made it especially difficult to pretend I wasn't ogling every boy flashing across that very big screen. Mom seemed unfazed by it all and we never discussed those aspects of the production. I was very relieved when it was over, but have since watched it numerous times by myself. Those hunks could move! Woof!

Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?

You can see much more of this magnificent man under his porn name of Kris Evans of BelAmi fame, and elsewhere. And when he's aroused you can see a good deal more of him. He is stunning.

If I were wearing them now I'd be clutching my pearls! Would pay to watch him hammer and drill.

Anyone else see a Colin Firth resemblance in this man? Very nice!

That is an excellent observation and insight! What turns their morality-based objection into a militant opposition bent on annihilation of the "enemy"? Thank you for the perspective.

I assume you're talking about the wallpaper, not the boy. Next to him, I'd wake up exhausted from extreme licking. As to the wallpaper, I think they're some kind of birds; perhaps Hitchcock's inspiration for the movie.

She was an uninformed, hateful, bible-based bigot. Two of her utterances have stayed with me over these years. In one she said "We don't hate homosexuals, we love them. We love them enough to tell them the truth." This while doing everything possible to stop progress in human rights for gay people. The other I remember, and one at which I laughed at the time and still do for its abject ignorance, dealt with one of the aspects of gay sex she saw as especially immoral. Speaking of oral sex, she said, "Homosexuals eat life. They actually eat life!" Well, so do a lot of wives of their husband's birthday, bitch. I do it to get the taste of your efn orange juice out of my mouth. To paraphrase her OJ sales line of A day without orange juice is like a day without sunshine, a day without Anita is a good start. The Florida orange growers thought so when they fired her divisive mouth in the wake of plummeting sales. A hateful woman who tried to make vitriol virtuous. Good riddance.

He's going to need to have an ATM installed in that room.

When you said you'd set the table, I thought you meant something else. Very happy to be wrong!

Good Heavens! I forgot my manners. Nice ass!

Is this some variation on bobbing for apples? I like it!

Am I, perhaps, too Gay when my first thoughts on seeing this photo were: OH, what awful wallpaper. Thank God it's not in color!

We can only hope. Maybe in a chow line one day, the prison cook will them both of them that, "Tomorrow you'll be having meatballs for dinner. Yours."

Sounds like what the woman told friends as they entered a new, very posh, very expensive restaurant in town: I've heard the food here isn't very good, but fortunately the portions are small. You might have been lucky that he left early?

Hold on, Sweetness. Let me get a broom to give you a boost.

I was once considered for a nude photospread in a nationally known magazine but, sadly, it never happened. The rental for an outdoor space large enough to accommodate the set, as well as the number of wide-angle lenses that would be needed, made National Geographic reconsider their plans.

This news makes me sad to be an atheist and to know there is no Hell for these two to eventually go. These monsters deserve every minute of what I hope will be an absolutely horribly primitive, excruciatingly painful, and wholey degrading prison experience. Sadly, however, that experience will likely be cut short as their life expectancy in state custody, amongst all their caring and compassionate co-inmates who are so notoriously understanding and tolerant and take so kindly to molesters of children, will be, in a word, brief.

You'd only need to leave Florida virtually. I'm assuming the issue is legislation intended to protect the "innocent children" from accessing porn sites. Some sites don't even want to bother with the age verification protocols, so they just block all traffic from the jurisdiction. Among other things, your IP address identifies your location, including your state; otherwise, the site you're accessing wouldn't know you were in Florida. Get a VPN program (paid or free) and use it to mask your actual location, making the site you want to visit see your connection coming from New York, or California, or some other state not enacting your problem-causing legislation. That's part of the stupidity of such legislation, that's it's so easy to bypass. And if I know how to do it, I'm sure any kid over 12 knows how, too.