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Thanks for posting this. Folks need to be reminded that this is not a cold.

While my parents didn't let my brother and me throw back six-packs, we did get champagne at birthdays, sips of cocktails, and the occasional quarter-can of beer.

Mine is an ethyl alcohol based spray that is infused with lemon oil. The combination produces a light scent reminiscent of ginger.

I think it was after the 567th or 568th one.

That self-cleaning gene pool is something else.

Mine is to clean the garbage disposal.

Guess he isn't coming to dinner.

Walking along Pacific and Ocean Beaches at night is great as are the Embarcadero and Seaport Village.

It is still a great place to visit (unless you want to hire an escort but there are other things to do).

I worked as a "reports manager" for a company that handled recruiting for companies that were doing massive hiring campaigns. Cool concept, terrible software, even worse computer network, and a collection of psychos starting from the closeted CEO (who was "dating" a lesbian) all the way down to the phone center agents. Every day the CEO would come tearing down the stairs and begin screaming random nonsense at anyone in his wake. A temp who was working for me locked himself in the bathroom after one of the salespeople wouldn't leave him alone. They also inflated receivables that were used as collateral on a loan from a bank I used to work for. (Yes, I turned them in.) I resigned after eight weeks and was the very first person in my job to give two weeks notice. People usually just went to lunch and never came back. On my next-to-last day, psycho CEO ripped into me and insisted I stay late. When I refused he screamed that they wouldn't give me a good reference if I didn't work late. I calmly asked "what makes you think this job is going on my resume?" The President of the company tapped me on the shoulder, led me to her office, produced two checks - a final paycheck and three weeks additional pay - and sent me home. She also provided me glowing references during two subsequent job searches.

Sounds like a POBFE*. * Pissed-Off Boy Friend Experience

If I have to choose from the choices presented, then "D." However, my preference is natural. Period.

Don't recall whether it is an escort or a hook-up profile that reads "If your idea of 'party' does not include cake and ice cream, move on."

I lived in San Diego (a/k/a "Bland Diego" or "Hooterville by the Sea") from 2000 to 2016. If you think there is a lack of high-end restaurants and retail now, you should have seen it twenty years ago. The only reason for staying was my job. It relocated me to Phoenix in 2016 and I was happy to leave. The behavior you experienced is not limited to escorts and clients. This is everyday life trying to meet people in San Diego. It cuts across ages, neighborhoods, hooking up, making friends, and meeting guys to date. When I lived there, I'd travel to LA or Palm Springs to hire escorts. I'd even travel to meet potential friends and dates.

I usually take that to mean the escort will use drugs with a client. I suppose it could mean the escort doesn't partake but will let a client do so, but if that's the case why not say so?

I think you should write a review. However, you should avoid criticizing the escort and instead report the facts: you did not feel warmth and connection when he arrived; he tried to top but was unable to perform; and you had an all-oral session. You don't know why he was unable to perform (could have been due to a lack of connection) and it really isn't relevant. The important part is he was not able to top you despite trying to do so.

Long ago I hooked up with two guys, one of whom barely spoke during the playdate and loved getting fisted. He wanted me to play with his ass, then asked me to stick a finger in, and then another. The next thing I knew, my entire hand was inside of his ass. It did nothing for me except amaze me that he could take my had. Size XL gloves are usually too small, but his ass just sucked it in.

In another example of a gender reveal turned bad, a man in Michigan was killed when a cannon used to reveal a baby's gender exploded.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NwP3wes4M8:100

This guy wanted me to post question after question after question to an online forum while he jerked off. I just simply could not do it.

Here's a thread from January 2020.

It's the same as the current Aunt Jemima packaging. My guess is they kept the exciting, enticing packaging as a way to ease in the brand and then will redesign it later.

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