Old Dog

Cranky??? Come to the Hot Tub Patio Champagne Room Beer Garden!

Vitto's Hottub Champagne Room... oooooohhhhhhh NOW there's an idea!!!

Beer. There is nothing better on warm days than to consume beer. Okay there are better things to do, but beer should be included. Wait. Wait..... WAIT!!!! Brilliant idea!!!! PATIO CHAMPAGNE ROOMS!!!! I love my brain.

Train through the mountains would be easier to get on top of Vitto for dinner, much better than climbing the damn rocks!!! Cinqo de Mayo or a sinko full of dishes?

Ice Cream. I just climbed up a rock to get on top of Vitto... ummm.... to get on top WITH Vitto for dinner... we'll need dessert and something to cool down. Honey Boo Boo or a slow painful death?

I think that and a certain amount of pubic hair... it's like a throwback to youth. When you saw the inside of a tan line and that first hint of nether region hair, you KNEW it was the real deal. She was getting nekkid, and it was all for YOU.

Strong suction and swirls. My carpets come much cleaner that way, and with light butterfly licks I tend to get fuzz on my tongue. Mille Feuilles or Passion Flakies?

My dad stood 6'4"... my mom is barely 5 feet tall. Of the two, mom scared the hell out of all of us.... but never was there a woman so fiercely protective of her sons, and likewise her sons of her. She was and is a very bright lady with a wicked sense of humour, and now that we are adults she shocks us with the tales of our father's inability to be a man when it counted. We always knew who was in control of our family - and my dad cowered in her presence. She was a trailblazer. In the 60's when a lot of women were shaking off the shackles of domestic servitude, my mom was already a success. She balanced a home with four rambunctious sons and was one of the very few female public school principals in the province. She probably just gave the school board the same look she used to give her sons and they were sufficiently frightened by her... regardless, she was an exemplary educator and administrator and is still remembered by her students. My mom gave us all a sense of pride in who we were and are, a sense of loyalty to family and friends and an appreciation of living happily in whatever circumstance in which we find ourselves. She is the glue that holds us all together... and in the end, she made us all better by being the woman she is. Love ya mom!

welcome to CERB!!!! It's always nice to see new friends pop in!

The Blue Jays. Look at all the great deals, they said. We're gonna be great, they said. World Series contenders, they said. Meh.

I am wearing the leopard print this time. Try and find the tiger. Additional Comments: Not sure who the little green guy is.... photo bomber....

That's a really loaded question. Looks could mean anything from the way you maintain yourself, the way you carry yourself or the lucky numbers you received from the genetic lottery pool. As Mr Green has pointed out, "to each his own taste." What I may find stunning may do nothing for someone else, and conversely what you find gorgeous may do nothing for me. My preferences? A beautiful person. It's a combination of everything mentioned above, not necessarily balanced but magnified by a beautiful personality. That beautiful personality shines through every veneer of external beauty; conversely, an ugly personality will tear down beauty to a point where nothing exists. The providers to whom I am most attracted generally possess a charm that is endearing - it's that intangible element that intelligent women possess. There's a playfulness, a wit, and a sensuality that supplements natural beauty. It forces you to see the positive in everything about them. It blinds you to what they may feel are their imperfections. Oh... and nice boobs. I like nice boobs.

Phaedrus... at least we got him wearing pants in public... that's a start....