Kilt Boy

It's 12:30 and no girls on the floor. I've seen 2 walk in not long ago, but ... oh, wait. Here's Sarah. YAY! Just in time for me to go back to work! Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

If all you're looking for is to maul someone, no. She's a demon onstage, though. Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

Okay. Legs are good. I can get behind legs.

I'd heard that Maverick was moving there from Bare Fax to do features. This is a girl who knows how to work the pole and has a very energetic and acrobatic routine. She's a pleasure to watch. I'd love to see her on the apparatus at NuDen. Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

Nary a one. Additional Comments: Actually, now that I think on it ... There were a couple of stunning blonde girls there for about 5 minutes. They were more interested in taking selfies with each other, then they went into the little dancer's room in the back and I never saw them again.

Sorry for the late reply, but it was really dark yesterday afternoon IYKWIM. My wallet is very light, though.

Back at 'er. A bit slow, but that's about my speed today. Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

Well, I'm there now. I have to leave soon, though. Tomorrow afternoon or sometime on Sunday? Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

It occurs to me that the day before Christmas this year will mark 30 years since I was on stage. A lot of bacon cheeseburgers have passed since then, and I'm not the same man I was. I've changed in just about every way that it is possible to change. Some for better, some worse. Those 4 years I spent working as a dancer, a masseur, and as a live performer were some of the most chaotic and memorable of my life. It wasn't necessary that I go into that life, but it worked for me at the time. I made good money, but the 80's were a different time in the industry. It was like the Wild West, but out East. And polite. Like a velvet glove in a mailed fist. When everything is going right, life is grand. When it isn't, get out of town quickly. That time allowed me to do a lot of thinking regarding what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I knew it was just a stepping stone to something else. Kind of like working at McDonald's. Some people can make it into a career, but most people just want to make some money. I just wanted to say that I'm not one bit sorry about the things that I've done to get where I am now. I never screwed anyone over who didn't fully deserve it. I was as honest as most situations would allow. In my mind, I've done mostly good and very little harm. Things have turned out pretty well for me since then, and I'm really enjoying remembering a lot of that time. Remember, you can't paint everything with the same brush. What works for one person may not for another, or even ANY other. Be who you are and judge only yourself. This is the path that I've set myself and I seem to be quite happy. I'll never dance for anyone again. Nobody wants that. I've asked. ;) My days as a live-performance artist are long gone. See above. I still keep my hand in doing massage. Mostly for friends. Never for any gain to me. I'm just getting on with my life the best way I know how: being happy

One of my all-time favourite lines is from a tv show called Third Rock From The Sun. In the first episode, one of the aliens has been given the body of a striking woman. She looks at herself in the mirror, presses her large breasts together and says, "They have more power when they collide. I'm not wrong!" Classic.

I tried the same thing a couple of years ago. The parents all said that I had to wear more than just the mask. Unfortunately, the police agreed.

I just brought in a harvest of about 1200 Carolina Reapers. I think I'll cover them with chocolate and give those out this year.

Yeah, prime rib is my go-to for most eating holidays, but this year we made a nice 5 pound capon. Just perfect. Tonight, I'm making chicken noodle soup with the stock I got out of it and some of the leftover meat. Nice.

My very first girlfriend was of a similar dark hue, and I've always loved that darker skin over any other. The soft lips, those generous hips and often larger breasts are all attractive assets for me. However, I'm finding that despite hairstyles, height, weight, big breasts or not, large hips or not, tal or short ... my preference is still for that range of skin colour between coffee and jet.

Great tip. Thanks a lot.

It's such a pleasure when you drop by. Enjoy your stay and have a nice day.

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They were having their Thanksgiving party, so I am not terribly surprised. Free turkey and ham dinner and all the sides. ALL of the sides. Still, there didn't seem to be any kind of security or door personnel present until about 5. Maybe I made a faux pas by not tipping the manager. OH, WELL!

Thanks, guys. I'm feelin' the love. :icon_biggrin: I didn't realize that I needed to make a reservation on Friday. When I showed up, almost all of the tables had RESERVED signs on them, and I ended up at the sad, loner's table by the door. It was pretty consistently packed all afternoon, but about half of the seats at the rail were going begging. I asked the manager if he could find me a spot up there and was was immediately seated right at the pole. Ahhhhh. Preferred seating. A few mates showed up and we had a really good time. They're regulars, but I didn't know they went. The stage was active all afternoon long and into the night. I figure I was there for probably 11 hours. I came out weak, broke, drunk and happy. Thanks everyone for an amazing time. I'll have to do it again sometime.

That feeling when you just walk in the place and some dancer you've never met before calls you by your LYLA name. Am I too recognizable? Is it reputation? Is it my over-sized genitalia? Who can really say? I may pop in to BareFax this afternoon because I want to give thanks. And maybe a few twennies.

Alright, let's give the Fax a try ... PAYDAY, bitches! Additional Comments: Wow! The body on this Pocahontas girl is killing me! She can't weigh more than 80 pounds at 5'6" or so with a bubble in the back and bees in the front! I'm in love. Let's see how friendly she is. Additional Comments: Yeah. Good value. That's no llie. Not very english-fluent, so don't expect a lot of table talk, boy YOWZA! What a body. Kilt friendly. Additional Comments: I believe that the next girl was named Mylady, but I'm not sure. A gorgeous little spinner with an amazing smile. After that, Gabriella. Man, them's some titties! Everone was friendly. No drama. All in all, a good evening. Time to get home before I turn all pumpkin-y.

I can help you out with that. My gas-powered edger is in the shop for another week. Is that long enough for you?

I make this for craft shows every Christmas. Thick cut, double smoked bacon, one edge dipped in velvety dark chocolate, with a bit of smoked salt on top. I sell these for $4/slice and always sell the 30-40 slices I made in under an hour.