Old Dog

Jeebus. I got 16. Not quite as old as dirt but feeling an onset of grime.

More Pole dancing... this time it's uncle Zbigniew ... he is the best dancer in all of Warsaw!

How can you not LOVE this?

There is actually a movie - The Night of 1000 Cats!!

Mirroring everything else that has been said... There are times when you need to step away, re-evaluate and then make a decision. The benefits of CERB far outweigh any negative, especially from the perspective of the hobbyist. Myself, I feel I am one of the luckiest guys ever for discovering this place - not only for the smiles it brings me online, but from the wonderful friendships made and fantastic people I have met as a result of CERB. MOD has a tough job... there are times when each and every one of us has a thought that runs in diametric opposition to the rules of the site... but as said before, the negatives are minuscule when compared to the benefits... that feeling of community. Keeping thousands of people happy sometimes means that a few of us aren't from time to time. Anyhow... if you step away, keep the options open. We will hold your seat!

ohhhh there are lots of things to nibble on.... what about bikinis made of candy?

Meanwhile, in Gatineau...

Bacon bikinis work... but bacon and eggs would be the real challenge.

cuz I had to... Dis bebe iz my bestest frend....

accompanied by marsupials,

Hmmmmm.... I tend to be a wallflower at these things... maybe I should come and try to mix a bit more... heheheheheh

As so many have already said, it's the time spent together that means the most. My kids and I had an early Father's Day yesterday... we live 500 kms apart and I think the time together was the best gift I could have received. There were messages from both of them today and I know that they do love and appreciate the old guy. Gifts are great, don't get me wrong... but when you can actually share a laugh or just be close, that is gift enough for me!

Happppppppppppy birthday hun!!! xoxo

Merrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry Burfday!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happpppppy happppppppy.... let's celebrate!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am alive... and that is a great thing!!!!!!

Happppppy burfday!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4000? I thought you passed that and were in the 100,000 range.... geebus! Gratz!!!!!!!!!!

I put on the foil helmet so that when they attempted to chew on my brains, they got that foil action between their molars and freaked out, leaving to eat someone else. No zombies came. Maybe I will just get some highlights done, I mean I have the foil in place....

Met him about 20 years ago when Elizabeth was still alive. He was one of the WWF bad wrestlers at the time (not his choice, just the casting.) Really was a sweetheart of a guy, sat and shot the shit with a few of us for about an hour.... a lot of the big name wrestlers were good guys, it was the flash in the pan guys that let everything go to their heads...

That would be good but I believe we are referring to the zombie apocalypse that was supposed to begin on this day and last until October. I didn't get taken up in the rapture today so I guess I am screwed... and not in a good way.

Hmmmm... without giving out my age.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxUH4_7OxRA heheheheeheh

Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Nipple trauma. When you buy a lovely new shirt and it has a bit too much starch in the fabric even after washing. You sit at work in AGONY knowing that any movement you make will result in having your nipples scraped by rough grade sandpaper. Bandaids. Do you know anyone who has that as a skin colour? Oh yeah, I know. Morticians when they apply makeup to a corpse make them bandaid colour. Ingrown toenails. Can`t wear shoes. When you don`t wear shoes, you invariably kick something by accident. When you aren`t near anything hard, a small child or small animal will decide to walk on your foot. Monkeys infected with rage. Okay, I really haven`t dealt with raging monkeys but I saw it in a movie. It didn`t turn out well. Cotton balls in pill bottles. First pill you take always ends up like 70`s porn... I will leave it at that.

WISH GRANTED!!!! You are famous. You are the woman that every woman wants to be and the woman that every mans wants to be with. Every move you make is being watched. EVERY MOVE. There are paparazzi in the bathroom, in the bedroom and in the living room. They eat your food, drink your drinks and crowd your space. It drives you mad. You succumb to the pressure and kill a few, figuring that no one will notice. NOPE. The law notices. They call it premeditated murder... trial date is set for the fall. I wish for the ability to see through clothing.