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I didn't realize Robin Thicke was 36. I don't feel so old now, though 36 was more than a few years ago for me.

If a woman has the facial structure and, more importantly, the neck to pull it off, I love short hair on a woman. If a woman has a long elegant neck and nice ears, well, the sight of them makes one imagine being close enough to smell and kiss them! Long hair pulled back tightly into a bun has the same effect on me too. Yeah, it's all about the neck! I kinda fell in love posting in this thread. Ahhh.

Sorry to hear that Cleo. :( Hey, lemmeguess, is this your new car? :)

Panama, because it's snuggled nicely between Costa Rica and Columbia. Now, can you guess my motive? :P I've read that Panama is a great place to retire, and while I'll never fully retire, spending January to March there might soon be in the cards!

Maybe his father said, "And mow Jabba's lawn while your at, make the frigger feel bad about not keeping his property up!" Just sayin'.

I'm just curious, did you paint that?

What don't we keep to ourselves! (other than farts) :D

I have fond memories of Michael Jackson and arcades; Pacman, Zaxxon, Tempest, Defender, Centipede, etc. That's the early 80s to me.

Amadeus of course. Bowie of course Teenage Wildlife There is Bowie after 81, but it all sucks. Colourbox grooves Additional Comments: Colourbox Just Give'em Whiskey

I have an anal toy which I sometimes use to both massage my prostate for preventative health reasons and intensify my orgasms. Most of the time it comes out with a little bit of fecal matter on it. Now I can handle a bit of my own poop on a piece of plastic, but I really don't think I can handle somebody else's poop on my penis, even if it was protected by a condom. I can count the times on one hand I've ever changed my kids' diapers, because poop makes me queasy, like puking queasy. That being said, I have no problem licking a nice clean freshly showered anus. :D

Just being a little devilly advocatey here, as I drink gush by the mouthfuls if offered, but if he doesn't want a mouthful of gush while eating pussy, well, that's his right, isn't it? Just as it's your right to lose his number. If you're attracted enough to him to believe he's worth it, you could try a couple more times to convince him, but if he doesn't like a mouthful of gush, what can you do? Don't make the mistake of thinking you can change him; you can't. If after a couple more attempts it doesn't work, cut him loose. You'll both be better off.

I'd steer clear of anyone who advertises "24/7". And remember, these people know that you have cash on you, so make sure the location you visit is within your comfort zone and generally safe, should you choose to decline. Brand name hotels are pretty safe environments (personal safety wise), in my opinion.

Hi Cristy! Sorry about your little companion, but age catches up with us all sooner or later. It's caught up with me and if I didn't take daily dietary supplements, I'd be a pain too. Daily fish oil would be good, but how do you get a dog to take it? Maybe a half a can of pacific salmon a day? A quality curcumin capsule could be opened and mixed in with the salmon; it's not a strong tasting spice so your buddy might eat it if it were mixed with the salmon. I find that ginger is the most potent pain relieving supplement, but how the heck you would get a dog to take it is beyond me. Have you tried a raw meat diet, with no processed dog food, which may contain inflammatories like wheat, milk, and soy? And lastly, a little bit of canna*** oil (such as canna*** heated in coconut oil) added to the diet would calm her down and take the pain away (trust me, it works); it's anti-inflammatory as well. But you have to start with a really, really small dose with little dogs (don't ask me how I know :D ) Just tossing out a few ideas. Good luck!

amen! . .,,,.. .....

Wish I could say the same. Recently I've been lucky and they've been wonderful! I like a pussy which has only a slight aroma, a raw fleshy taste (like that when you lick a healing wound), and nice watery juices. I like it when I stick my tongue deep inside and taste a stronger saltiness. I'm not one for strong smells and thick mucous, however.

Ummm, smile and say, "Hey, how ya doin'?!" I had one bully in junior high school, until I retaliated. Sometimes a punch in the shoulder requires a harder punch in the gut! :D That's what I tell my kids too; if somebody hits you, you hit them back harder! Screw political correctness. Screw whatever disciplinary actions the principal dictates. Fight back!

I haven't seen it yet, but with drinking, alien body snatchers, and Rosamund Pike, and drinking, and Rosamund Pike, and drinking, and Rosamund Pike, ummmm, yeah, 'The World's End' is my kind of movie! :D

The more you try to convince her that you're on the level, the more strange you may seem to her. I would have booked the hotel room anyway and simply called somebody else if she wasn't available. When you need lovin', you need lovin'. :D Try her again the next time you hobby if you wish, but have a couple of backup plans as well.

These days humanity is like bacteria cultured in a petri dish of cash and it's unsurprising that greed and narcissism rule the roost. The Era of Empathy is long over. The Ipods of the world are tuned to such fine examples as Drake, who brags of sitting on his 25 mill. And then there are the older generation, those of us who were foolish enough to believe Gordon Gecko's credo that "Greed is Good". Now they live their lives hustling the less learned of their hard-earned money in their 'repsected' professions, ostensibly much higher up the socio-economic ladder than loansharks and swindlers. Secluded away in their gated communities of over-priced oriented strand board, cultured stone McMansions, grumbling of being out-Jonesed by the jerk-next-door and his brand new Audi, they feel compelled to display their higher caste in petty displays of pretentiousness such as cashier abuse. I've shared my life with trailer park boys and girls, and I've shared my life with monied McMansioners; I have generally fond memories of the former and bitter memories of the latter. What is lost on the McMansioners is that their communities, with their near-identical muchly mortgaged palaces cramped together on tiny postage stamp lots, are themselves simply trailer parks, albeit a little better looking. There are those those who wake up later in life and realize that this obsession with material wealth and social status is all just a an idiot's game, but once you're tied into that life, it's hard to turn the ship around. You have a spouse and kids who are addicted to the highlife, thousands of dollars in payments a month to sustain that highlife, a professional fraternity which demands you toe their line, a circle of vultures you call friends, etc. They don't call it a rat race for nothing; if you become a top rat you're still a rat. By the time many of these people realize the futility of their lifestyle, it's too late. As their cells decay, they look back on what seemed like a full life and realize it was empty and hollow, and perhaps they will finally repent for ruining so many of our days. Life is a game and money is just one of the many ways to keep score. You either rule money or money rules you. Greed is not good, empathy is. When you realize just how insignificant your life is, how insignificant humanity is, how insignificant the Earth is, how insignificant our Sun is, etc., life becomes easier. Perhaps even the Universe is insignificant, as their may be an infinite number of them, or an infinite number of things infinitely more immense. What do we really know? Nothing. Maybe life really is all about grabbing as much of everything as you can at the expense of others, but something makes me think not. In the end, once the atoms of our lives lose their inclination to gravitate together, we own nothing but our souls. Well, there's my rant. Whether it's an asshole treating a cashier like shit, or TEPCO and Monsanto ruining life on Earth, and all the nasty humans in between, I am not terribly impressed with our species these days. Maybe a good BJ will fix that! :D

I'll admit, I'm one to look down on a certain type of service worker: ""He's such an asshole...he probably works as a lawyer" :D Yeah, I don't know where people get off being nasty like that. In my situation, I get the occasional prick who will treat me like shit, but since I have the luxury of ownership, I have been known to explode, "Get the fuck out! NOW!" (which is one of the reasons I hire those better suited to dealing with the public, and you can bet your ass I treat my employees well). :D But as Penelope said, your best defense is a smile; it really pisses people off if they're trying to get your goat. In my experience, most of the best people have been in the lower tiers of society and most of the worst the higher. In fact, I'd be more willing to trust my life to a cashier than a fcuking lawyer. Yes, I'm jaded, and rightly so from experience.

These days I find myself driving in silence; it has become a form of pseudo-meditation for me. Am I getting old?

I detest Charlie Sheen, but I like his taste in (former) costars. Selma Blair. Yum! (and yeah, I love brunettes!)

Bebe Neuwirth from Cheers. Hottola! But then I am likely a freak. Nonetheless. I love her. Well, her look anyway.

A Lonely Place to Die, Netflix.