Put some maple syrup and some chocolate chips in it, and it will be perfect! Keep serving me until I turn into an immobile bovine!
Hey you got it, Dancing Doll. And it's official, this is my kind of place.
Nice Moby song, you have taste as good as this club. If I could post, I'd post "Everloving", off the same album. A storm that builds all it's own, very meditative.
Cheers right back, Dancing Doll. I'll keep the benjies rolling your way.j2yXPOsWNUaemKZx
I love this room- very old-school gentleman's card room style. And thank you for the snifter- a nice, correct touch. I'll be having more than one I can assure you. A man of my stature doesn't drive, he rides, so don't worry a bit about me.Al8GOa1gLVHfcO3u
Well I see at least two ladies I recognize in here, and it's a nice place even without you. Can I get a courvoisier please?
Alright so I mostly just lurk and look here, haha. But then I read all the way through this and had to say something. I'm a police officer in Arizona. I'm not Hispanic, but I patrol in an area where almost everybody who lives there is. I'm fairly new to the force, but we have guys that have been there for 20, 30 years in the same neighborhood, and the number one job we have is to build trust and relationships with the people we try to protect. If we can do that, then a big part of the crime battle just got a whole lot easier, because all the residents are eyes and ears for us too.
Then they pass something like this, and all those walls between us and them, that we work so hard to bring down over the years, goes right back up again. They may not hate us, but they can't trust us if our job, by law, is to find which ones are undocumented and uproot them from their lives here. I can tell you first hand that undocumented residents commit crime, but no more than documented ones do.
Most of us on the force also don't care for this law because it adds a huge workload on us, and we've already got plenty on our plate in terms of crime and protection. We pledged to protect everybody within our jurisdiction, it doesn't matter to us what their status is, but now we're forced by law to monitor that too. One of the guys on our force just filed suit against this law, and we're not supposed to comment officially on any litigation, but most of us hope he wins, or that they find this unconstitutional, and this law goes away.
Sorry to go on and on, I said my peace.
I said lots of stupid things as a teenager, in and out of bed- but the one that comes to mind right now was when I was with a girl one night, and she wanted it rough. That was a new thing for me, so I got after it with gusto. I don't remember what kind of semi-dirty talk she threw at me, but I'll always remember what I said in return:
"You like it like that? You dirty ho?"
stupid. stupid. teenage Marcus misjudged that one badly.
"Who you callin' ho??!!"
If there was a jukebox where we were, it would've come unplugged right then.
The Naughty Drunk: When it comes to losing inhibitions, you take the keg. You’re a little devil when you drink, never afraid to raise a few eyebrows, show off your “assets” or get in on a little action. It’s probably a virtual guarantee that at the end of the night, you’ll have just as many phone numbers as drinks! If your only regret is the morning hangover, then by all means, bottoms up. Mixing pleasures does have its perks, but just make sure that everything’s in moderation. Otherwise, you may just end up having to explain to your parents or significant other why you’re the star of yet another Girls/Guys Gone Wild video.
and here I thought I was just an average hornndog....damn.
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This probably isn't much of a shocker, but you've got a one-track mind! Either your hormones have taken over your brain or you're feeling deprived in some way, because s-e-x is the first thing that pops into your mind on almost any occasion. This may or may not be a problem, depending on the point to which your fantasizing takes over your mental processes - thinking about getting it on is a vital part of any healthy sex drive, but it can bring trouble when it's too extreme. As long as you are still able to shut off that part of your brain when need be (while working, for example), there's no cause for concern.
So many food service jobs are terrible. My worst was as a busboy when I was 15, at a bar-b-q restaurant. Damn, that was nasty work.
Doggie is best in my book, but I can think of a handful of others that give it a run for it's money.