Smartie's Bar & Grill #68

Agreed....now lets talk about you wimmens keeping those legs silky smooth.

 

Actually, it is almost universal with the younger women. But as I said, it seems to be easing up [I've been at this for six years now! Hard to believe]. And my current sb doesn't care about chest hair. I still keep it trimmed but it doesn't bother her. But they all want you shaved down under.

Over the last six years I have been with about 40 women - a bunch in the beginning and then a couple of dozen since my first sb left me. All but one was shaved clean. And this is the first who says chest hair doesn't bother her. But I've been hearing the same from others online.

 

Because you'd much ruther those like Willie Nelson or
a Conway Twitty have a nice military butch cut. Right.
I don't believe Ferlin Husky would go along.

 

Because Who's counting.Yer talkin' like a Frankie Boy Sinatra.
Yer not Italian ... are ya.? Suffering the sin of Gigoloism.

 

I remember each and every one. At first I saw a bunch of escorts. Then I saw my first SB for three years. I've been dating sugar babies trying to find that special one since Number One left. I've been on a search for true love again! I just found a way to get laid by a lot of hot young women while looking.

I'd keep the one I have. Hopefully I will be with her for at least several years. But she does like to do threesomes and she's bugging me again. She like the ladies too!

Who says us fizasists aren't smart?

 

I don't mind the painted toe nails.....but absolutely, no nubs.

 

Interesting .. a generation of grown women turned on by pre-pubescent males.

Another interesting dating observation -- most older men prefer young women while most younger men prefer older women. Dont be surprised if your ex is enjoying her own supply of young lovers. Plenty of opportunities out there and it wont cost her a dime.

 

I like sweet men. Everything else is secondary. Willie is a sweet man, but cant say about the other two. I bet Conway was a player.

 

As in a typical Sweet talking Southerner.I Literally can't
stomach those toadie type.I was raised by Nuns in Cleveland.
Where ... Literally The only male that could sweet talk them was
J.F.K.Bit then they had no Idea'r what kind of Womanizer he was.
Or what Truman Capote wrote about the typical Kennedy Boy
pecker in - Answered Prayers - { 1987 } an unfinished novel.
I Lucked on to a paperback copy in the 90's.

 

Obviously, dear... sweet is not your forte. You have other charms... like you're nutz.

 

For dinner at 7 pm upon waking up after sleep after a graveyard shift:

- Turkey & guacamole sandwich with jalapenos from Subway.

- mango fruit punch.

 

I have always associated with much younger women -- 10 to 20 years younger.

Just the way it worked out.

 

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

Friedrich Nietzsche
John Milius.

 

Like staying clear of cheap baloney and Moonshine.
Where nothing good can come of.

 

Morning, people.
Well, much to my surprise, the third time is a 'charm', as charms go. Third techie was able to slap some duct tape and baling wire on the problem software, so we can get payroll done today. By no stretch of the imagination is it fixed, but it's functional.

For what we laid out for the server and software, the techs should have come personally and brought us all a lobster dinner.

Onward, the day awaits....

 

Glad to hear it, CD. Powers here are preaching SharePoint as the answer to all our problems. Today theres an email warning of 'intermittent problems' -- meaning I cant access the report I need.

Ahhh, technology. How did we ever live without it?

 

Picked my first bunch of sugar snap peas today. Mmmm good!!!!

 

Will they be done by lunchtime?

 

Sure....little olive oil....little garlic. Fresh and sweet. Maybe some baby Vidaleas for added flavor.

 

Good.

 

When I was a kid, an old guy on a bus keeled over and landed on the floor. Even though I was only about 13 at the time, I was well versed in CPR and emergency first aid - Boy Scout and a Jr Life Guard at the time.

When the man hit the floor, I sat there for a moment, but no one was doing anything. So finally I started to go through the motions - is he breathing, does he have a pulse, clear the airway, and I was just about to start mouth to mouth when he puked all over the place. He came within about a second of puking in my mouth.

That wouldn't have killed me but it wouldn't have made me stronger either.

No one else ever did do anything. Just then a cop was driving by and the bus driver honked to get his attention. The cop came on board and that was also my stop. So I was out of there! Whewwwww! On to Seal Beach.

 

A great story came from a former college student who was reminiscing about college life.

One night they had a party and he got really drunk. Around 3 am he headed for the fridge to get something to eat. When he opened the refrigerator door, the light didn't come on, but he reached around and found some donuts. He grabbed a big one, ate it, and went back to bed.

The next morning he went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and saw a powdery blue stain all around his mouth. WTF? Slowly it dawned on him... the donuts! He went and checked, and sure enough, they were covered with a very nice shade of blue mold.