Kilt Boy

- Crash and the Boys

I made a big bowl of traditional Caesar salad to bring in for some of my favourite girls at my regular club (by request). I told them that the garlic would be strong. One clove just about killed me. It made enough for 4 giant salads. Now I have to go get some Listerine for them ...

My hair was perfect. Then I went out in the rain and humidity and now I'm a sweaty mess.

This is also true. I've had to get off of an elevator because a woman's favourite cologne smelled like acid in my nose.

Okay, I was pushed here by another thread and want to chime in. My case is certainly not true for everyone. My sweat doesn't stink. No, seriously. I smell kind of sweet in that regard. I'm not talking about after a hard day of landscaping, but my mild perspiration is not offputting for most people. In truth, I had 2 repeat patrons who asked me to NOT wear deodorant after a shower before meeting them. In other cases, just a quick wipe with a deodorant bar. I'm still working on the same bar I had in high school. I just never wear the stuff. I mentioned that to a dancer a couple of weeks ago and she didn't believe me. We went out so she could have a smoke in the lovely sunshine, and after we came back in, she snuggled up on my lap and just breathed me in. She agreed that it is a bit weird and not unpleasant. Anomalous, certainly. Just another example of me not being normal.

Seven and I spent some time chatting tonight. Love that girl. So friendly and she has a killer stage show. Different moves from the others. She's fresh and exciting. #hubbahubba

I wish you the very best. When I was working it was mostly slyly disguised 'massage' with pretty straightforward add-ons. Maybe it was a Maritime prudish attitude thing. Things never got out of hand or went further than my fairly low limits. It was a lot of fun, though and quite profitable for the short time I was at it.

... like groceries, man.

I guess it's time for bed.

My god, that hair.

Worship.

I can't tell for sure, but I'm calling these yoga pants. i mean, fuck me if they're not.

Hydroxyethylcellulose and triethanolamine! Oh, and some squeeze bottles to put the resulting lubricant in.

They come and they go.

Food Sleep (for NotchJohnson) What is this 'sex' you keep talking about?

"Captain! TORPEDOES IN THE WATER!"

Thick is usually a descriptor for a specific body part.

Whoops. Not Trinity ... Trina. My mistake.

My posse was in for the afternoon on Friday and we had a pretty good time in a fairly sparse crowd. It wasn't too busy, but not dead. I know it picks up in the evening. I had the lunch and a few too many beers, threw around a few too many shots, took a few girls upstairs and generally had a blast. I don't remember ever having done this for anyone before, but I was pressed into giving massages to 2 different ladies without prompting. Hey, I'm happy to do it, it just felt strange giving a completely therapeutic back and butt massage on the floor. The noises they were making let me know it was working, which is another story entirely. When I got to her feet, one of them almost orgasmed. That may be a bit of an exaggeration, but the smile on her face was worth mentioning. Ladies of note: Mikayla, Trina, Paris, Leela, Alex, Grace, Tamika, and an old friend returned: PrettyChrissyBaby.

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There is another joke where the guy takes the paper out, turns the page and sits back down on it again. "It's unlikely, but let's give it a try."

Thanks Taffer. I'm trying to make a universal product as close to all-natural as I can. I don't want to add glycerine or alcohol and certainly no parabens. It's a tall order because of the difficulties in production. I'm looking at using hydroxyethylcellulose (wood pulp) for bulk. No oils, no fragrances. There may need to be adjustments with additional ingredients to keep the pH at the right level. I'm trying to keep it around 3.8-4.5 (the same as a healthy vagina).

A bunch of us went out for an end-of-project lunch, I had a few beers and a nice walk on a beautiful day. Coming back into the building I probably look all summery and have a huge smile on my face. I turn the corner and see a beautiful, tiny, young girl as I round a corner. Normally I avoid eye contact at work and just get in and out. She makes an immediate, strong connection with my gaze and takes on the same ear-to-ear grin. A quick nod and we pass in the hallway. I love it when that happens.

Okay. I may have been overly optimistic about this idea. While my idea, science, and chemistry are sound, this product needs medical testing to be approved in any way. That's not cheap. Oh, well.