AdamSmith

Well, maybe. Though still inclined to say good makeup and a power outage.

Identity theft!

That and a time machine.

Turns me on too!

From years of hearing escort friends' (anonymized obviously) working tales, very few things are not "typical" client/escort conversations at one time or another.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Chuckie syndrome!

Ευχαριστώ (thanks ) for the explication. Please let your source Mr. Wallace (http://www.spectacle.org/0309/sybil.html) know that Sybil is the chick with multiple-personality disorder. Whereas the old gal hanging in the basket was the Sibyl. http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cumaean_Sibyl http://i.word.com/idictionary/sibyl http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/542697/Sibyl http://www.behindthename.com/name/sibyl

You really want the whole dreary litany of Sibyl-at-Cumae disclaimers spelled out? It won't be pretty. Think very carefully.

250 years is what I'd like. Time to live one full life and make a lot of mistakes, as happens. Then time to live it all over again, with the knowledge gained first time around. Then time for an extended coda to reflect, digest, come up with the final synthesis.

Woman who faced Jim Crow takes on North Carolina's powers over voting rights Rosanell Eaton, 93, is challenging a voter ID law that she and other plaintiffs say targets black voters with slew of new hurdles http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/sep/25/north-carolina-voter-id-law-jim-crow-african-american

...from readers' comments to the above article: I once heard her quip that she hadn't cleaned out her attic in such a long time that she found Anne Frank and her entire family living there.

Are Joan Rivers' Jokes Headed to the Smithsonian? We would be interested, says a museum director http://m.hollywoodreporter.com/entry/view/id/632102?facebook_20140925

Dept. of Can't Make This Stuff Up http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/

Listen up Cameron, the Queen doesn't 'purr' By Hannah Betts 1:51PM BST 24 Sep 2014 The Telegraph Despite not being on intimate terms with the fellow, I can tell you how David Cameron awoke this morning. For 30 blissful seconds there was merely a contented blur. Next, he remembered his recent coup in Jocklandia and a beam began to spread. Then: "Gaaaaah! PURR-gate!" There is no way that second 33 did not have D-Cam feeling like the world's biggest banana, because, in saying that Her Majesty purred over the referendum result, that is what he is. Let's get this straight: the Queen does not purr. She may steer, suggest, propose, decree; she may hear, elicit, lend perspective and bring calm. She may even, in the satirist's fantasy, emit an excited falsetto squawk when presented with a perfectly prepared gin and tonic, or rather nice horse. She does not, however - emphatically not - purr. And it should be off with his head at the very idea. There are purring women, of course, and purring is their prowess: that ravishing resonance occurring somewhere between the mellifluous and the gravelly - think contemporary pussycats Eartha Kitt, Fennella Fielding, Joanna Lumley and Mariella Frostrup. Marilyn Monroe was pure purr, a woman who transformed her voice into a musical instrument --uniquely dulcet, yet pulsating, dripping in charm --and a force in no way secondary to that tremulous, blancmangey body. Anna Chancellor is a woman with a purr in her, in a way that makes her incarnation in the public imagination as Four Weddings and a Funeral's Duckface nothing short of a travesty. Joan Collins is in possession of a purr promising a growl. Baroness Thatcher - like forebear Elizabeth I - could purr with the best of them -- the iron fist in the velvet purr, as politic and deadly as Helen of Sparta. Lilith, Eve, Nefertiti, Cleopatra, Mata Hari (all honeytraps, in fact) - one knows that, to a woman, they were purrers all. My own finest purr came when, talking to a lover in a moment of exquisite intimacy, he swooned: "Tell me again in the beautiful voice." Reader, I felt obliged. One pities the non-purrer. Without this weapon in their arsenal, how do such specimens survive? A few, Her Majesty, not least, are simply above it -- their power lying not in manipulation, but in fact. Mr Cameron can reassure himself: his weekly meeting with Her Majesty is going to make this morning's awakening angst look like a walk in the (royal) park. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/11118748/Listen-up-Cameron-the-Queen-doesnt-purr.html

This view is much harsher toward FDR than accounts I've read, which indicated he defended Welles for more than two years but was finally forced into letting him go, then vowed in retribution to ruin the career of William Bullitt, the person instrumental in outing Welles. Wikipedia's summary is in line with what I recall from past readings: In the late 1930s, the State Department was divided by rivalry between Secretary of State Cordell Hull and Undersecretary Sumner Welles, who was Roosevelt's favorite. [Former ambassador to France William] Bullitt, who disliked Welles, was allied with Hull and Department Counselor R. Walton Moore. In September 1940, Welles, while drunk, made homosexual propositions to a pair of railroad porters. Bullitt learned of this incident through Moore, who at his death passed affidavits sworn by the propositioned porters to Bullitt. Bullitt used this information to campaign for Welles's resignation. Roosevelt long resisted taking any action against Welles. Elliot Roosevelt later wrote that his father believed that Bullitt had bribed the porters to make overtures to Welles to entrap him. On April 23, 1941, Bullitt confronted the President with his evidence, but Roosevelt refused to yield to Bullitt's demands and dismissed him from any further significant duties with the State Department. At one point, he suggested to Hull that Bullitt should be appointed Ambassador to Liberia, one of the worst postings in the Foreign Service. In 1942, Bullitt pushed the story to Vice President Henry A. Wallace and to Secretary Hull. Roosevelt told Wallace that Bullitt ought to "burn in hell" for what he was saying about Welles. In early 1943, Hull began to demand Welles' removal. Bullitt now informed Senator Owen Brewster, a Republican, a strong opponent of Roosevelt. Brewster threatened a senatorial inquiry. The potential scandal forced Roosevelt to act, and on September 30, 1943, Welles resigned. Roosevelt remained very angry with Bullitt and refused to give Bullitt any government post. Post-diplomatic career Denied a commission in the US Armed Forces by Roosevelt, Bullitt joined the Free French Forces. Roosevelt suggested to Bullitt to run for Mayor of Philadelphia as a Democrat in 1943, but Roosevelt secretly told the Democratic leaders there "Cut his throat." Bullitt was defeated. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Christian_Bullitt,_Jr.

hito was onto this long ago! Science Confirms The Bigger The Belly, The Better The Loverqueerty.com We’ve already established that guys with bellies drive us bonkers. Now, a new study confirms what we’ve always known to be true: That gentlemen with an inch (or two) to pinch make better lovers… At least when it comes to sexual stamina. Researchers at Erciyes University in Kayseri, Turkey have just completed a yearlong study that looked at the correlation between body mass index (BMI) and male sexual performance. Their findings: Overweight men with obvious bellies lasted an astounding five minutes — five minutes! — longer in the sack than their thinner brethren. A total of 200 men were surveyed. Researchers ultimately found that men with a higher BMI (i.e. bellies) lasted an average of 7.3 minutes in bed. The slimmer of the group barely lasted two minutes, and were more likely to suffer from premature ejaculation. So let’s say a guy has sex 100 times annually. If he has a belly, he’s going to spend approximately eight hours — an entire work day — more per year penetrating his lover than if he has a six-pack. That’s a substantial amount of time. The reason for the dramatically higher sexual endurance? More belly fat, scientists say, means a man has more estradiol, a female sex hormone that helps to inhibit orgasm. So eat up, fellas. Start packing that estradiol. Because when it comes to sex, fat is the new thin. http://www.queerty.com/science-confirms-the-bigger-the-belly-the-better-the-lover-20140923