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True, but for all we know there's a Romanian surgeon swaggering around Bucharest with a smile on his face and a gypsy hooker on each arm.

I’d like to be able to log in from anywhere on the site, or else get a contextual log in box. For example, when I tried responding to your post just now, I got the following error messages: This menu has been disabled Sorry, an error occurred. If you are unsure on how to use a feature, or don't know why you got this error message, try looking through the help files for more information. The error returned was: Sorry, you do not have permission to reply to that topic You are not logged in, you may log in above But I couldn’t log in above. I had to exit the error screen, go back to the main page, log in, come back to the Forums, go to The Pub, re-open your thread, and then reply. On Daddy’s site, if I try to respond to a post while I’m not logged in, I get an automatic log in box with autofill, and am returned directly to the reply screen, without having to bounce around the site. Makes it a little easier. Thanks!

The price of gas is definitely in the news these days, but what’s more interesting to me is “What are we going to do about it?â€. Last year, I concluded that my next car will be a hybrid that averages at least 40mpg. This year, for the first time ever, I started calculating the cost of gas when I was planning a discretionary trip. It’s about time I started thinking differently. Europeans have been doing it for decades. We’ve had a cheap gas policy in the U.S. forever. Most countries have a long history of taxing the hell out of gas in order to affect consumer decisions, and to fund alternative transportation as well as social programs. And a few countries subsidize gas even today. Recent gas prices ($/gallon): Norway 10.37 Netherlands 9.73 Denmark 9.31 Italy 8.78 Germany 8.74 Sweden 8.71 United Kingdom 8.56 Hong Kong 8.33 France 8.06 Israel 7.95 Spain 7.34 Switzerland 7.12 Singapore 6.06 Brazil 6.02 Japan 5.83 Canada 5.49 India 5.15 South Africa 4.66 Thailand 4.47 Pakistan 4.01 United States 3.99 Russia 3.79 China 2.80 Kuwait .79 Venezuela .19 Source: Wikipedia Compared with the rest of the world, we’ve still got cheap gas, primarily because we don’t tax it very much - about 15%. It’s possible things will cool down in the Middle East, and speculators will get their wings clipped, but I’m not counting on it. If everything breaks our way, prices may stabilize for a while, but I don’t see how they could ever return to the $2.00 a gallon we paid in 2005. If we want to keep our gas budget where it was a couple of years ago, we’ll have to cut our gas usage in half. That’s what the rest of the world is doing, and now it’s our turn. The good news is we can do it if we want to, and I think we’re finally starting to want to.

Crabs, with my luck.

I can't match your two cents, but I'll throw a penny into the pot. There are plenty of people like you who need PC's for specific applications or for work, and who aren't afraid of tethering their cell phones as an 800K/s modem. Right now, you're not Apple's market. There's another group of PC users who are saving 20% - 30% on their PC's, but would love a Mac if they didn't cost more. And those are the people that Apple's got its eye on. What makes them switch, even if a Mac costs more? As far as I can tell, they do it when they start putting a value on their time. A friend of mine bought a $700 PC laptop for his parents for Christmas. He also offered to help them set it up, get it connected to the internet, and transfer their software from their old PC to their new PC laptop. I saw him when he was one week into the process, and he was bitching up a storm. He had spent at least ten hours getting almost everything to work, but he was still having trouble getting all their data transferred, and their email still wasn't working. He had spent the morning on hold with tech support, he was on his way to Radio Shack to buy a cable, and he was going to have to spend most of his weekend trying to get everything working. He was not a happy camper. We figured out he had saved almost $400 by not buying them a Mac laptop, but he would gladly have paid $400 to save himself the aggravation he had already gone through, and it wasn't over yet. Without rubbing it in, I told him what I had gone through when I bought my Mac laptop a couple of years ago. I turned it on, and it asked me a few easy questions, one of which was "Would you like to transfer information from another Apple Macintosh?" After I said yes, it told me to connect the two computers with a firewire cable, and to restart my old computer while holding down the "T" key. That set my old computer up as a target drive. Then my new computer asked me if I wanted to bring over everything from my old computer, or just certain applications and files. I told it "everything", gave it my password, and it told me it would take about an hour. When I came back and restarted my new laptop, it was the spitting image of my old desktop. Everything was there, my desktop wallpaper, my applications, my files, my old emails, my browser bookmarks and cookies, even my passwords. No more to do, and everything worked. A month ago, my friend got an iPhone. His next computer will be a Mac. He's the guy that Apple is after.

ET, listen to Raul. Step one is to make sure you’ve got a speedy internet connection. The speed tests will tell you that. If you do, then a new computer should do the trick, whether it’s a Mac or not. That’s because it will have plenty of memory, and the hardware and software will be fast and up-to-date. The Mac isn’t inherently faster than a PC for internet browsing, assuming it’s similarly configured. But, if you’ve got a slow internet connection, neither a new Mac nor a new PC will help much. The other thing I’ve learned is that connection speed is quite variable. In the middle of the night, I get 6mb/second from my Comcast cable connection. In the evening, I might get only 2mb/second. It’s the difference between reloading this page in one second, versus three seconds. See what you get. If it’s taking you a lot more than three seconds to reload this page, you probably have some issues with your DSL connection. Get the phone company to check their signal at your place. Once you’re sure you’ve got a fast connection, then listen to Oz and EXPAT. Get a Mac! They’re pretty and they’re fun. It’s easy to do stuff, and things just work. I listen to my PC friends bitch about the time they spend downloading fixes, trying to figure out why stuff stopped working, and re-installing all their software. Some people love doing that stuff, and some people hate it. You sound like you hate it, so you’ll enjoy a Mac. You mentioned you’re looking for a desktop, and may have a good reason. But there are some advantages to a Mac laptop too. You can plug a laptop into a big monitor if that’s what you need. But you can also unplug it and take it into the kitchen, out by the pool, or to bed with you, and still be connected to the internet. You can do that with a PC laptop too, but the Mac makes it dead easy. All Macs have built-in wireless capability, so all you need to do is plug in an Airport Express (mini-router), plug in your DSL cable, answer a few questions, and you’re good to go. (You can also plug your stereo into an Airport Express, and play all your music from your laptop. Plug your printer into an Airport Express, and print from anywhere in the house.) And a Mac laptop travels very well. Flip it open, and it will find a wireless signal at Starbucks, your hotel, or hundreds of other places, and ask you if you want to connect. All the technical expertise you’ll need is to be able to click “yesâ€. If you really like being connected to the internet, a Mac laptop is as good as it gets! Well, except for an iPhone.

I think you and James are right, and thank you. But there are others who are also victims of grave sexual dysfunction due to minimal and/or useless dicks (blushing prettily, and trusting my secret is safe here), who do not dedicate themselves to "supervising the morality of the public". They hire escorts, or take up a hobby, and let the public get along under its own steam. What I'm trying to figure out is why only certain people decide to hoist themselves up onto the bench, and pass judgement on others. What's their motivation? There must be some payout, or they wouldn't keep doing it. I appreciate any ideas folks care to share. It's a question that's been nagging at me for a while, and the Comstock-Spitzer brouhaha moved it front and center again.

Nice article. It ends with this paragraph: He certainly had no choice but to resign (as he did on March 12th) if, as it seems, he broke the law. But that still leaves the bigger question of whether the law is an ass. George Bernard Shaw once defined “Comstockery†as “the world's standing joke at the expense of the United Statesâ€; but it is hardly a joke for the people who are caught in its tentacles. There are enough real problems for America's law-enforcement officials to worry about. Like many of your posts, this one sent me looking for information on a subject I didn't know about. This time it was “Comstockeryâ€. Once again, Wikipedia to the rescue: Anthony Comstock (March 7, 1844 – September 21, 1915) was a former United States Postal Inspector and politician dedicated to ideas of Victorian morality. He was born in New Canaan, Connecticut. As a young man, he enlisted and fought for the Union in the American Civil War from 1863 to 1865. He served without incident, but objected to the profanity used by his fellow soldiers. Afterward he became an active worker in the Young Men's Christian Association in New York City. In 1873 Comstock created the New York Society for the Suppression of Vice, an institution dedicated to supervising the morality of the public. Later that year, Comstock successfully influenced the United States Congress to pass the Comstock Law, which made illegal the delivery or transportation of both "obscene, lewd, or lascivious" material as well as any methods of, or information pertaining to, birth control. George Bernard Shaw coined the term "comstockery", meaning "censorship because of perceived obscenity or immorality", after Comstock alerted the New York police to the content of Shaw's play Mrs. Warren's Profession. Shaw remarked that "Comstockery is the world's standing joke at the expense of the United States. Europe likes to hear of such things. It confirms the deep-seated conviction of the Old World that America is a provincial place, a second-rate country-town civilization after all." Comstock thought of Shaw as an "Irish smut dealer". Comstock's ideas of what might be "obscene, lewd, or lascivious" were quite broad. During his time of greatest power, even some anatomy textbooks were prohibited from being sent to medical students by the United States Postal Service. Comstock aroused intense loathing from early civil liberties groups and intense support from church based groups worried about public morals. He was a savvy political insider in New York City and was made a special agent of the United States Postal Service, with police powers up to and including the right to carry a weapon. With this power he zealously prosecuted those he suspected of either public distribution of pornography or commercial fraud, his twin obessions. His efforts to suppress public information on sex education materials and birth control are now often viewed as misguided and medically irresponsible. He was also involved in shutting down the Louisiana Lottery, the only legal lottery in the United States at the time, and notorious for corruption. Comstock is also known for his persecution of Victoria Woodhull and Tennessee Claflin, and those associated with them. The men's journal The Days Doings had popularised lewd images of the sisters for three years and was instructed by its editor (while Comstock was present) to stop producing images of "lewd character". Comstock also took legal action against the paper for advertising contraceptives. When the sisters published an expose of an adulterous affair between Reverend Henry Ward Beecher and Elizabeth Tilton, he had the sisters imprisoned under laws forbidding the use of the postal service to distribute 'obscene material'—though they were later found 'not guilty'. Less fortunate was Ida Craddock, who committed suicide on the eve of reporting to Federal prison for distributing via the U.S. Mail various sexually explicit marriage manuals she had authored. Her final work was a lengthy public suicide note specifically condemning Comstock. Comstock claimed he drove fifteen persons to suicide in his "fight for the young". He was head vice-hunter of the New York Society for the Suppression of Vice. Comstock, the self-labeled "weeder in God's garden", arrested D. M. Bennett for publishing his "An Open Letter to Jesus Christ" and later entrapped the editor for mailing a free-love pamphlet. Bennett was prosecuted, subjected to a widely publicized trial, and imprisoned in the Albany Penitentiary. He had numerous enemies, and in later years his health was affected by a severe blow to the head from an anonymous attacker. He lectured to college audiences and wrote newspaper articles to sustain his causes. Before his death, Comstock attracted the interest of a young law student, J. Edgar Hoover, interested in his causes and methods. During his career, Comstock clashed with Emma Goldman and Margaret Sanger. In her autobiography, Goldman referred to Comstock as the leader of America's "moral eunuchs". Through his various campaigns, he destroyed 15 tons of books, 284,000 pounds of plates for printing 'objectionable' books, and nearly 4,000,000 pictures. Comstock boasted that he was responsible for 4,000 arrests and 15 suicides. I continue to be amazed by people who invest so much time poking their noses into other peoples’ business, with sex often at the center, and suicide sometimes the result. Why do you think they do it?

Happy coincidence, no doubt, that Milton's family home was The Spreadeagle.

“Only then could Aspar White, the bitter but brave forester who guarded King William's wild forest, be allowed to retire to the Sow's Teat, a tavern where the beer was plentiful, the serving wench sharp-tongued but comely, and a wild boar turned on a spit.†Reminds me of the old wheeze about the two cowboys out riding when they notice a sheep with its head stuck in the fence. They jump off their horses, and the older cowboy makes a beeline toward the fence. He drops his pants and gives the sheep a good pounding from behind. As he saunters back toward his horse, the younger cowboy says, “Gosh! That looks like fun! Mind if I try?†The older cowboy says, “Sure, go ahead!†So the younger cowboy walks over next to the sheep, drops his pants, bends over and sticks his head through the fence. Damage done, I’m slinking off to the pub, apologetic and ashamed for my part in highjacking this at once erotic and erudite thread. My only hope will be that Ben’s schedule is so fully booked that he’ll barely be able to squeeze me in next time he’s in San Francisco.

Pending your next symposium with AdamSmith, I’ll guess it has something to do with economics. In addition to the differences mentioned above, a sow cannot become pregnant while lactating, as a cow can, so you’d have to choose between milk and piglets. With a cow, you can have your milk and breed it too. Could an ancient farmer have bred a laid back sow with fewer, larger, more free-flowing teats, and made her perpetually horny? Beats me, but stranger things have happened. Montana Hooker, ca. 1975

"Here's a clip of the performance which features Riley Burke, Noah Driver, Jonathan Vargas, Zack Rockwood, Dallas Reeves, Sean Preston, Trevor Jaden, Cody Springs, Cole Ryan, Antonio Milan, Ralph Woods, Chad Leigh and Elias." THIS Ralph Woods?!? Anyone here get to spend some quality time with him? Hmmm?

You guys are a hoot! I rarely understand the badinage first time out, but always learn a bunch scrambling to catch up. At first I thought Francesca and Paolo cooked polenta at the Olive Garden, but I tracked down who they really were and found a very moving story. Here’s a sommario for any others who aren’t up on their Dante: Paolo & Francesca were historical contemporaries of Dante. Francesca's father, Guido da Polenta, lord of Ravenna had waged a long war with Malatesta, lord of Rimini. Finally peace was made through intermediaries, and to make it more firm, they decided to cement it with a marriage. Guido would give his beautiful young daughter Francesca in marriage to Gianciotto, eldest son of Malatesta. Though Gianciotto was very capable and expected to become ruler when his father died, he was ugly and deformed. Guido's friends informed him that if Francesca sees Gianciotto before the marriage, she would never go through with it. So they sent Gianciotto's younger brother Paolo to Ravenna with a full mandate to marry Francesca in Gianciotto's name. Paolo was a handsome, pleasing, very courteous man, and Francesca fell in love the moment she saw him. The deceptive marriage contract was made, and Francesca went to Rimini. She was not aware of the deception until the morning after the wedding day, when she saw Gianciotto getting up from beside her. When she realized she had been fooled, she became furious. In any case, the feelings of Paolo and Francesca for each other were still very much alive when Gianciotto went off to a nearby town on business. With almost no fear of suspicion, they became intimate. Gianciotto's servant found them out, and told his master all he knew. Gianciotto returned secretly to Rimini and went to Francesca's room. Since it was bolted from within, he shouted to her and pushed against the door. Paolo and Francesca recognized his voice, and Paolo pointed to a trapdoor that led to a room below. He told Francesca to go open the door as he planned his escape. As he jumped through, a fold of his jacket got caught on a piece of iron attached to the wood. Francesca had already opened the door for Gianciotto, thinking she would be able to make excuses, now that Paolo was gone. When Gianciotto entered and noticed Paolo caught by his jacket, he ran, rapier in hand, to kill him. Seeing this, Francesca quickly ran between them, to try to prevent it. But Gianciotto's rapier was already on its way down. Before reaching Paolo, the blade passed through Francesca's bosom. Gianciotto, completely beside himself because of this accident— for he loved the woman more than himself— withdrew the blade, struck Paolo again, and killed him. Leaving them both dead, he left, and returned to his duties. The next morning, amidst much weeping, the two lovers were buried in the same tomb. — Charles Singleton, Commentary: Dante's Inferno (1977) Now, after discovering how nasty a rapier must be, both to wield and to be run through by, I’m left wondering what happened next to Gianciotto. Did he sheath his blade and return to private life? Did he find someone else to share his life with? Or did he perhaps bring us full circle, and take up with the street prostitutes of Rimini? Earfuls of praise and dinner at the O. G. for anyone willing to share!

What an interesting question! While waiting for Ben and AdamSmith to provide the final answer, I found a few insights on the internet. The consensus seems to be that pig's milk itself is just as nourishing as cow's milk, but there are a number of barriers to commercial production. First, a sow has fourteen teats to milk, instead of four. Second, once the teat is stimulated and milk starts flowing, it lasts for only fifteen seconds, instead of ten minutes for a cow. And third, pigs are more difficult to restrain than are cows. So, theoretically, if you could build a milking machine that could hang onto the pig, grab hold of fourteen teats, and finish the job in fifteen seconds, we’d be enjoying sow's milk today. Although if you put lipstick and fishnet stockings on her, a couple of high school freshmen could probably get the job done with smiles all around. Wouldn’t be kosher though.

Nothing subpar about “tumescentâ€, at least the way Rick does it: Now I’m becoming aroused. My very next post will hurtle me into that level of our little status-phere. No more Dangling Member for me! Wonder how I should celebrate?

A looker or not, I wouldn’t wish this guy on the worst of the barnyard animals. He’s a sociopath, plain and simple, with no compassion, and a crude desire to hurt others. Numbers for him are not about pleasure, as they are for the members here; they are about pain. I’ve never read a client here who didn’t wish the escort well, and I’ve never read an escort here who didn’t wish the client well, with mutual respect as part of the deal. In my opinion, this guy should be limited to self abuse. As often as he likes. . . . . . . . . . . “For me, it is not simply the sex, it is the seduction, and the mental games and pleasure I receive from this. To seduce a women to the point where she really wants to have sex with me is very stimulating to me. It is like I have scored a touchdown in the last few seconds of the Superbowl. I have gotten so good at the aftergame as well that I make only one call or e-mail. You are not what I was looking for, please don’t write me anymore. I never hear from them again. I find myself so manipulative it scares me sometimes. "Part of the game, too, is being so manipulative with my wife that it feels like directing an orchestra. Move her here, date the wife, sleep with the girlfriend, get a new girlfriend, slot her in for Tuesday. "Can you please give me some insight into what is going on?†Answer. “I think you are a sex addict and a sociopath. . . . . . . . . . . "What is so very disturbing is your complete lack of guilt, remorse or empathy for the other parties involved. You know intellectually that this is bad behavior, because you are aware you are betraying your spouse and hurting all the other woman you deal with. Yet it seems that you understand this only on a purely observational level. "It sounds as though you have no capacity for emotion. You lack any ability to hold yourself morally accountable for your dishonest and harmful actions. You are easily able to rationalize hurting and mistreating others, whether they are strangers or relatives. In fact, you take pleasure in it.†. . . . . . . . . . "To my readers: People like this are often charming and charismatic. As you can see, this man has no trouble duping people and racking up innumerable conquests. If you encounter somebody like this, I suggest you get away as quickly as possible."

Here’s some history: http://www.maleescortreview.com/forum/inde...c=1571&st=0 Unfortunately, all the illustrative links from that thread are broken. But here’s Rick Donovan to the rescue, reminding us that, no matter the tag, all members here are respected and cherished. Curious Member Dangling Member Aroused Member Tumescent Member Esteemed Member Prodigious Member Olympian Member

Thanks, guys, I think you’ve nailed it. The time to try Flirt 4 Free is when I see a model I absolutely can not resist. All the dithering will end, and they’ll have my Visa in a heartbeat. That’s how it was when I hired my first escort two decades ago. I couldn’t even spell the word, and then I saw Rick Donovan advertising in the back of the BAR. The rest is history. (And yes, he looked even better than his pictures.) PS: Marcanthony, that is a fantastic story about you and Vadim! Catherine the Great would be proud.

I can see again!! Thanks very much guys for bringing back the big pics! ⤠⤠⤠⤠⤠â¤

Like many of you browsing through these forums, I find my eye drawn to the Flirt 4 Free banner quite frequently and sometimes click on the picture of a particularly winsome model. I’ve got Mayak strutting his stuff in a small window right now: And last week, I spent an hour or so watching Juanjose V flicking his Bic quite seductively. I’ve also logged in to the website, read some of the model profiles and reviews, and watched the chat that goes on between them and other captivated gentlemen like myself. But that’s as far as I’ve gone. I’ve never turned over my credit card; never taken a model private, as they say, for six dollars a minute; and never watched a private show set up by someone else for three dollars a minute. I’m getting close, but thought I might first check with some of the cognoscenti here, and see if I could get some extra insights from any of you adventurers who have already taken the plunge. There have been a few Flirt 4 Free threads here which answered a few questions, but I’ve got a few more left. Like how likely is it that I’ll see a money shot if I take a model private for five - ten minutes? A small number of their reviews say it happens, but I’d want to be pretty sure of seeing a puddle of splooge on my guy’s belly or chest before the meter ran out. Don’t get me wrong, I know these guys need to make a living too, and am not expecting them to give up their last drop of manhood for my lousy thirty bucks. I’m just trying to find out what the norm is. When I was in my teens, I could come a couple of times an hour all day long, and thank you for the chance. But I don’t know if most of these guys are wired that way or not. And I’d hate to drop a couple of bills learning that it rarely happens, or is often faked. Another question is how the communication works. I think I’ve seen reviews where the client said he was talking to the model, as in two-way sound. Or did he mean talking via his keyboard? And what’s the video like? Just lurking, I see a three-inch window, with maybe a couple of frames a second. In a private, would it be full-screen with a decent frame rate? Does the model play up to the camera, or is it a static wide shot? And finally, what about the reviews on the model’s bio pages? I rarely see one without five-out-of-five stars and effusive praise. Do you think the reviewers’ standards are as high as those of our members here? And has a Flirt 4 Free model review ever been done on this site? And would anybody besides me like to see reviews here for some of these hotties? Like maybe one for Juanjose V?

Bewitched by the ass shot, and hoping for the best, Professor Dumbledore conjures up the Crack of Doom.

I agree that watersports can definitely increase the pleasure of an intimate encounter, although mine have not yet been with our four-legged friends - the lone exception being a recent afternoon with Rick and Derek. Horse shit, while largely uncharted territory for me as well, does seem to bring us back on topic, consistent with the original thrust of the thread.

Dear? Why do I get the feeling I should be hiding my purse?

Actually, I did get fairly good at that one last June while waiting for a stall at the Minneapolis airport. Sweet dreams!