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Not much on fish, but I think horse meat, properly served up, can make for a tasty meal.

Have you ever considered just having a snatch installed?

Actually, Hi, I've been rather unbecoming since 1973. Besides, if you took away my rolling eyes smiley, I'd be functionally mute. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

A truly wonderful bit of humor. I have most of his stuff and can open it at random for a good laugh. What a mind he had! He did the sets for Dracula which I saw on Broadway in the late seventies; the same intricate black-and-white style on the backdrops, and black-and-white costumes which he also designed. But in each act was a single blood-red item: a glass of wine, a ruby pendant necklace, and the satin lining of the vampire's cape. Memorable to this day. I don't know if he single-handedly did the animations for "Masterpiece Theater". It wouldn't surprise me. His work is so subtle and so controlled. How could he have turned it over to anyone else? Wish I could have spent some time in his company. He was one of a kind. His comments on his sexuality: I'm neither one thing nor the other particularly. I am fortunate in that I am apparently reasonably undersexed or something ... I've never said that I was gay and I've never said that I wasn't ... what I'm trying to say is that I am a person before I am anything else ... His Cape Cod house is kept as a museum.

With you all the way, though I might send Tim Tebow back to the scrimmage line. That's saying something too, as my usual partner is at the end of my arm. At least it has an opposable thumb.

A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale' He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the back yard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador Retriever sitting there. 'You talk?' he asks. 'Yep,' the Lab replies. After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?' The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. 'In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. 'I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. 'But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. 'I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired.' The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog. 'Ten dollars,' the owner says. 'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?' 'Because he's a bullshitter. He's never been out of the yard.'

I don't think I came even close to suggesting that he was wasting any one's time. I am just curious as to why he posted the pic. A little more info was all I was after. I made a point to say that I like his posts. How careless of me! The one time I neglect to use a smiley face in a post and it comes back to haunt me! See if I make that mistake again! (Happily, FourAces liked it. ) ( )

You obviously didn't notice Jimmy Hoffa standing in the crowd of onlookers. FourAces may wax nostalgic once in a while, but he does not waste our time.

You were polite, professional, and kind. I don't see how you could have handled it any better. Without being a mind reader anyway.

Just learned that writer and creator, Julian Fellowes, has been tapped to do a new series for NBC, and that Season 4 of Downton Abbey will be the last one he will write. At least by himself. Too bad, as I have been meaning to write him with a suggestion of my own for a new character, Sir Creepwood 'Creepy' Crawley, who left Downton for London several years ago, under rather mysterious circumstances and with a couple of footmen in tow. He has returned to say 'pip pip' and to find out if Alfred and James might fancy a stroll down Piccadilly.

I'm still not clear who, besides this site, has my email address. And I'm not sure what a 'sister site' is if it's controlled by somebody else. Specifically, does VS Media now have my email address, and are they free to use it as they see fit and to pass it along to other sites? And, if this site fathers a 'sister site' in, say, Abuja, will my email address be passed along as part of the dowry? My email address is not listed in my profile. I did have email 'notifications' turned on, in case a site member ever wanted to send me an email, although it was my understanding that the email would be routed to me through this site and they would not actually see my email address until I responded to them. Just in case, I have now turned all of my email notifications off. I know some folks have dozens of email addresses and pass them out like Halloween candy, but I've only ever had one and I try to keep track of where it goes. This is the biggest bunch of spam I've received since a Mr. Jonathan Priestley, Esq., decided he had stumbled onto 50 Million Dollars, U. S. Currency, that was rightfully mine and was eager to see that I got it. That also did not turn out well.

Glad to hear I'm not alone. I've got sixteen (!) emails from them in the past five days. The domain name links to a strip mall office in Calabasas. I'm not sure if it's related to this site or not, though I'd think OZ would let us know if he was going to give our email addresses to a webcam site, even one of his own. There's a link at the bottom of the emails that allegedly allows you to unsubscribe, but I've heard that spammers actually want you to try unsubscribing. That lets them verify that it's a valid email address, and makes it more valuable to sell to other spammers. I avoided logging into this site for a couple of days to see if that would make it go away, but no luck. They have now become my most ardent email correspondent.

Apparently, one to hold the tape and one to sniff his butt.

Our first zombie poster! I knew this site was going places.

Certain the Hostess bankruptcy has created a market opportunity, Jason decides to add a Twinkie fantasy to his portfolio of services.

He was the Turkish diplomat who died in Lady Mary's bed in Season One. He got Thomas the Footman to show him her room, shortly after Thomas tried putting the moves on him. Amazingly enough, I watched that episode for the first time last night and meant to look him up. And, to my surprise, here's a whole thread on him right here the very next day!

How very common indeed!

Well, from what I read, consummation of a marriage requires sexual intercourse, and sexual intercourse requires penetration. And while "penetration" is qualified as "especially the insertion of a man's erect penis into a woman's vagina", "especially" doesn't mean "exclusively". So anal sex should qualify as 'consummation', as should a blow job if it's done right. I would not, however, mind hearing the Supreme Court's considered opinion on rimming and other such legal nuances. If the bottom's constipated, Is the marriage consummated?

Still not sure why you don't just ask him. Offer to pay him for the answer if you have to. Hell, I'll kick in ten bucks! Twenty, if you end up posting a pic with your tongues down each others' throats.

I suppose you've considered knockout drops? Failing that, why not just ask him what it would take for him to act a little friendlier? In the rather unlikely event he tells you, and it works, problem solved. If not, then he'll remain cold and arrogant, which you say you like. Bending him to your will and turning him into your lap dog may just make him less desirable, rather than more. Could it be you just like a challenge? If so, you've got one. My suggestion would be to just enjoy it for what it is. Besides, if we all knew how to turn the hottest guy in Sao Paolo into our own personal BoyToy, we'd probably be down there doing it instead of sitting around here pontificating on an anonymous message board. Of course I may be wrong.

Plus they still have Alabama to look forward to!

Mostly white, though it can vary throughout the day.

In my opinion, the simplest question to the gobbling up of civil rights in the name of the 'war on terror' would be: Is there any liberty granted to any U. S. citizen that should not be taken away immediately if someone in the Federal government decides it interferes in any conceivable way with the 'war on terror' as defined at that moment by the someone doing the defining? So far, the answer to that question seems to be a resounding "No!". As far as I can tell, no one in government has stood in the way of this assault on individual freedom as it erodes before our eyes. I think the continuation of this process will lead, in very short order, to the elimination of guaranteed civil rights for every one of us. Could Osama Bin Laden or Ayman al-Zawahiri have imagined, in their wildest dreams, that the destruction of the Bill of Rights, the Constitution, and the rule of law could all have occurred within a single generation?

I expect that Victorian chair predated steam cleaning. One would probably have rung for a footman to give it the once over. Were AdamSmith still stuck, the lad might have given them both the once over.

stuck: past participle, past tense of stick (Verb) Verb Push a sharp or pointed object into or through (something): "he stuck his fork into the sausage". Although, when he said he was stuck in the Victorian era, I may have misinterpreted his use of the word.