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L - Lathering each other up in the tub

I'm not a fan of shopping, so I double-down on sex :)

Are you looking for just a NSA hookup or for a long term committed relationship?

My routine: Monday's: Blondes Tuesday's: Brunets Wednesday's: Redheads Thursday's: Surprise day - wear a blindfold until after Friday's: Anything goes on Friday! Saturday's: Wank off thinking about a great week Sunday's: Rest day

Chamelion XLE: http://www.break.com/usercontent/2007/10/chamelion-xle-383947

I did too - my attempts at humour often don't come out right :)

Great links Vitto - I'm switching my office chair out for a bicycle seat! I've overheard that "size doesn't matter", but aside from baby-making (which generally isn't a concern of cerb members, at least as far as I've been able to discern), I didn't know that volume mattered. Isn't less sticky stuff just less to clean up?

POS abbr. Piece Of Shit. (my car is a POS). I trust that he meant what you inferred Cat. :)

Just to expand a bit -- I am single and very busy with work with no time for a typical relationship. I look for a lady that provides all the good parts of a girlfriend/S.O. relationship for an hour or three, with or without clothes (more frequently the former), and without any ongoing (and often time consuming) obligations, strings or hassles. Any lady like this is a definite repeat.

game cartridges that you needed to clean with a pencil eraser to make work reel to reel tape players phones without call display - you actually had to pick up the phone to find out who is calling or hide behind your answering machine answering machines with remote controls car phone antennas leg warmers bag phones

That worked! But look what it did to my hair: Now what do I do, or is this an ok look?

Bears are smart:

Looks don't hurt, but as Charlie Sheen once said "for every extraordinarily beautiful woman, there is a guy that has had his fill of her". For me, it's a lady that is easy to talk to, that enjoys my company and there is some chemistry. If I have all that, then the sex will always be great because, at least for me, it's 95% mental and 5% physical.

Thank you for posting this Emily. Statistics don't lie, but liars love to use statistics. I'm frequently amused when examining the underlying data from claims. It seems for many, that if what's on Wikipedia matches the information they wish to convey, it is sited as a reliable source and no further fact checking is done. Here's some more gems: Did you know, most sewage plant workers are driven to it by financial need, and 9 out of 10 sewage plant workers would like to exit sewage plant work immediately. Lie: 4 out of 5 dentists recommend xyz gum. Truth: "we only asked 5 dentists, the first 4 approved and we wanted to stop while we were ahead"

Thanks for the advice! Bad news, now I'm covered in slime. How do you get this stuff off?

Steve Jobs was a nut too, he just hid it better and did most of his nutty things before the internet took off (if you did something crazy at a party and no one tweeted a pic of it, did you really do anything at all?).

Great points! Ladies, please don't hold back on giving feedback for fear of offending -- you can't improve if you don't know you're doing anything wrong. In any relationship, silence makes both parties losers.

When floppy disks were actually floppy. My first floppy drive stored a whopping 85K of information on a single disk. That's a K as in kilobyte, not M or G -- 85K is 87,040 bytes. Your 8G flash drive (which stores 8,589,934,592 bytes) is the equivalent of 89,128,960 of those floppies. If those floppies were stacked they would be in a pile about 312km tall, or placed end-to-end, 1,188km long. Just imaging how many floppies it would take to store your porn collection! 8 inch floppies: and 5 1/4 inch floppies: I remember many a time have a 5.25" floppy, when rubbed the right way became 8". Additional Comments: Thanks, that certainly explains porn and makes a lot of sense. But what about the rest of the north American female population!?!

For several hours, the noisy sounds of courtship and mating were all Joe was treated to as he sat, sweltering in the hot sun, in a boat on the Three Brothers River in Brazil's Pantanal. So when the female jaguar finally emerged from the undergrowth and walked down to the river to drink, Joe was grateful for the photo opportunity. But that was just a start. After slaking her thirst, the female flopped down on the sand. Then the male appeared. After drinking and scent-marking, he approached the female, who was lying in what appeared to be a pose of enticement. At least, that's what both Joe and the male thought. She rose, growled and suddenly charged, slamming the male back as he reared up to avoid her outstretched claws. His own claws were sheathed. "I couldn't believe the energy and intensity of those three seconds," says Joe. The pair then disappeared into the undergrowth to resume their courtship, leaving Joe with a sense of awe and a rare, winning image. Source: Joe McDonald/ Wildlife Photographer of the Year Connor's photography draws on the wilderness skills he acquired over a childhood spent largely outdoors. This female barred owl had a territory near his home in Burnaby, British Columbia. He watched her for some time, familiarizing himself with her flight paths until he knew her well enough to set up the shot. "I wanted to include the western red cedar and the sword ferns so typical of this Pacific coastal rainforest." Setting up his camera near one of the owl's favorite perches, linked to a remote and three off-camera flashes, diffused and on low settings, he put a dead mouse on a platform above the camera and waited for the swoop that he knew would come. "She grabbed the mouse, flew back to her perch and began calling to her mate. It is one of the most exciting calls to hear in the wild." Source: Connor Stefanison/ Wildlife Photographer of the Year "Anticipating the pounce, that was the hardest part," says Connor, who had come to Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, USA, in search of wildlife as much as the spectacular landscape. He had found this fox, his first ever, on his last day in the park. It was so absorbed in hunting that Connor had plenty of time to get out of the car and settle behind a rock. It quartered the grassland, back and forth, and then started staring intently at a patch of ground, giving Connor just enough warning of the action to come. When it sprung up, Connor got his shot. And when it landed, the fox got his mouse. Source: Connor Stefanison/ Wildlife Photogrpaher of The Year On 29 November 2012, Sergey received the call that he had long hoped for. Plosky Tolbachik, one of two volcanoes in the Tolbachik volcanic plateau in central Kamchatka, Russia, had begun to erupt. "I've gone to the area many times, but it had been 36 years since the last eruption," he says. "So I dropped everything and went." The only way to approach it was by helicopter, but extreme cold meant Sergey had to wait until it was warm enough for the helicopter to take off. Flying towards the volcano, the cloud of ash, smoke and steam was so thick that he couldn't see the crater. But every so often, a strong wind blew the clouds away, and he could see a 200-meter-high fountain of lava spouting out of the crater and fast-flowing, molten rivers of lava running down it (some of these would travel 10 kilometers, sweeping away everything in their path). As gusts of hot air buffeted the helicopter, Sergey worked fast, strapped to the open door. "I just kept shooting, kept changing lenses and camera angles, knowing I had this one chance, hoping that I'd take one image that might do justice to what I was witnessing." That was indeed his last chance. At 1am a new explosion happened, the ground rumbled, huge lava bombs threatened the campsite, and a heavy rain of ash and smoke made it impossible to take pictures. Says Sergey, "I have been to many places and I have seen many extraordinary things, but witnessing the Plosky Tolbachik eruption deeply impressed me." Source: Sergey Gorshkov/ Wildlife Photogrpaher of the Year One night, Udayan camped near a nesting colony of gharials on the banks of the Chambal River two groups of them, each with more than 100 hatchlings. Before daybreak, he crept down and hid behind rocks beside the babies. I could hear them making little grunting sounds, says Udayan. Very soon a large female surfaced near the shore, checking on her charges. Some of the hatchlings swam to her and climbed onto her head. Perhaps it made them feel safe. It turned out that she was the chief female of the group, looking after all the hatchlings. Though he saw a few more females and a male, they never came close. Gharials were once found in rivers all over the Indian subcontinent. Today, just 200 or so breeding adults remain in just 2 per cent of the former range. The Chambal River is the gharials last stronghold, says Udayan, but is threatened by illegal sand-mining and fishing. Source: Udayan Rao Pawar/ Wildlife Photographer of the Year The fact that most images of polar bears show them on land or ice says more about the practical difficulties faced by humans than it does about the bears' behavior. With adaptations such as thick blubber and nostrils that close, polar bears are, in fact, highly aquatic, and they spend most of their time hunting seals on sea ice and are capable of swimming for hours at a time. Paul took his Zodiac boat to Hudson Bay, Canada, in midsummer to rectify this bias. He scouted for three days before he spotted a bear, this young female, on sea ice some 30 miles offshore. "I approached her very, very slowly," he says, "and then drifted. It was a cat-and-mouse game." When the bear slipped into the water, he just waited. "There was just a flat, world of water and ice and this polar bear swimming lazily around me. I could hear her slow, regular breathing as she watched me below the surface or the exhalation as she surfaced, increasingly curious. It was very special." The light was also special, but for a sinister reason. The midnight sun was filtered through smoke from forest fires raging farther south, a symptom of the warming Arctic the greatest threat facing the polar bear. As more and more sea ice melts earlier and earlier every spring, it becomes harder for the bears to hunt the seals they depend on. Source: Paul Souders/ Wildlife Photographer of the Year Additional Comments: The beaches of the Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico, near Cancun are traditional nesting sites for the endangered green turtle. But as Cancun has also grown as a holiday and dive resort, development has reduced the area available to turtles. Today, though, many nest sites are protected, there are turtle hatcheries to help numbers increase, and there is publicity to help local people and resort owners value the natural riches of the region. Luis earns enough from tourism photography to allow him time to document his beloved wildlife. "The turtles are so used to seeing people in the water that they think we're just part of the environment," says Luis, which means he has been able to get to know individuals, recognizing them from the markings on their faces. "This meter-long female, grazing on seagrass, took no notice of me, apart from glancing up briefly." Recently, Luis has noticed what he suspects may be a new threat: at certain times of the year, a yellowish alga covers some of the seagrass. The suspicion is that the algal growth is the result of sewage from the resort, which has already affected the coral. What is clear is that the turtles avoid eating it. Source: Luis Javier Sandoval/ Wildlife Photographer of the Year

Great question! Under the Ontario Family Law Act, a Matrimonial home is defined as "Every property in which a person has an interest and that is or, if the spouses have separated, was at the time of separation ordinarily occupied by the person and his or her spouse as their family residence is their matrimonial home. R.S.O. 1990, c. F.3, s. 18 (1)." This would include cottages, mobile/motor homes, trailers, tents, truck cabs and cardboard boxes under bridges, if "ordinarily occupied by the person and his or her spouse". The tricky part is how a judge would treat a live-in cab of a truck. The big questions are: 1) if someone sleeps there on a regular basis, is it (one of) their home(s)? 2) are all homes private? 3) are all actions inside of a home private? For example, if you have a big picture window in the front of the house and press a lady against the window while doing it, and it is visible to people on the street, is this private?

Learning how to drive in an empty mall parking lot on a Sunday (all stores were closed on Sunday's until 1992).

I just saw a ghost! What should I do?

While watching some '80s porn and "reminiscing" about the decade, there were several things I saw in the movie that were commonly seen in the '80s and not so much today: telephones with cords telephones with dials people enjoying a meal together and no one at the table was checking their email, taking a phone call or texting people getting up and walking across the room to change a channel or adjust the volume bush, lots of bush For some of you younger lads that may not be familiar with the term "bush" having never seen one, it is a reference to a ladies vaginal hair. I must have been in a coma years ago and missed reading all the headlines, but what ever happened to bush? Was some guy (or gal) dining at the Y and after an unfortunate snag it was decided that it had to go? I kind of miss it :(