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Buz
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 40
0 miles · Atlanta

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Steak and grilled shrimp, baked potato swamped in melted butter, corn-on-the-cob, a yeast roll, and ice cold beer.
As a man, I do not want to be called daddy by my wife. It's just not sexy or romantic to me. I know people do that but for me, I'd be creeped out.
Vote for Generalisimo Buz Bono for World Dictator, El Presidente for life and I'll take care of everyone. Lots of sex, alcohol, weed, & partying, as well as world domination !
I am behind on stories but plan to launch a reading assault on friend's competition entries. I am behind on all things, really.

How about a nice chilled cabernet savignon? That will make me sleep.

Hope all is well with all you Rumpilators. Cheers! ...and Go Braves!



PS. Welcome back Milik.
I generally dress in a glittery gold tuxedo when I have a salad.
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I just watched the first episode of this last night. I know what you mean but the acting is brilliant. I really enjoyed it. Hope it continues to be as good!


Yes, the show has great acting. It is well casted and scripted.
Paid to online troll propagandists are the lowest nasty bottom feeders.
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I'm perceived as something that I'm not. Just someone who wants to write, without having to play footsies. Neither gifted or polished, I just write. I quit playing patty-cake as a child.


My perception of you has been that you owned and operated a chain of boiled peanut stands across the South, and that you were franchising those out, and possibly selling voodoo trinkets under the table along with Mason jars full of homemade apple brandy.
I've been enjoying The Terror but it has one huge flaw. It visually fails in a big way at capturing the extreme cold temperatures the crew would be enduring.
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Probably early to mid-thirties? He definitely didn't try to turn away. It occurs to me now that he did shift a little bit, but that just pressed him harder against my ass. I'm guessing that this was involuntary?

It's a university-affiliated teaching hospital, and the University does not look kindly upon anything that remotely could be construed as sexual harassment, thus my inability to believe that he was actively trying to press himself against my ass.-


It could well be that he had one of those uncontrollable hard-ons and was too paranoid to move much. Then when you said 'I'm sorry' he felt near panic (worried he might be accused of sexual harassment.)

I've used a book, briefcase, laptop case, and other things in attempts to cover those embarrassing uncontrollable hard-ons before. On a crowded elevator, it is best for guys if we hold something like that in front of us to keep our unwanted protrusions from poking someone. Awkward situations happen innocently.

Of course, there are always some jerks who would relish such a situation to be an abusive pervert. But most of us aren't doing that.
Fucking damn trolls that join Lush just to agitate!
How old was the guy? Most guys high school through college to just after are so easily aroused that your scenario could and probably would happen to most in tight quarters, especially if they are pushed up against an attractive lady, like you.

I can imagine myself in that situation. If my cock started to engorge I'd do my best to think about anything else hoping it would go back to flaccid or try my best to turn so it didn't press against you. But the penis doesn't always cooperate.

I'd definitely pretend it didn't happen and extricate myself from the situation as soon as possible. If the lady said anything like 'I'm sorry' I'd be so embarrassed I'd probably blush and be unable to speak.

I have had embarrassing hard-ons before. I wear boxers and when it happens, well, uh, briefs would be better in such situations.

I've never overlooked working the legs. But now l no longer lift for mass but just to stay in shape. When l say stay in shape though, l have a very high standard.

I still do squats but with less weight than l used to. I do leg extensions and curls, and l work my calves hard. I've quit doing weighted lunges. I do a lot of bicycling and running. My running regimen includes sprints. Between bicycling and sprinting, my thighs grow. I really don't need bigger thighs now. I hope the distance part of my running helps keep thickening thighs in check.

I guess my glutes respond well as l've always got a lot of compliments from women on my butt.

There are always guys at the gym who've put much more emphasis on upper body development and their legs lag behind. For some reason working the legs does feel more like work but l suggest to those to push hard to develop lower body. Anyone who doesn't sport a balanced physique not only looks weird but your missing half your strength. Upper body strength needs that lower body support.
The way to a woman's heart is to make her laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
It is illegal to drive while distracted in Georgia, so you'll have to go to Florida. However, most Florida drivers are quite elderly and can only wank while driving if they've taken a viagra. In Tennessee, I am afraid that wanking while driving might be a family affair. North Carolina is famous for wanking drivers. South Carolinians NEVER wank. Alabama, well, they've just recently added doors to their cars.

Don't drive distracted. No dick yanking while steering!
Did someone mention superheroes?

UNDERDOG!!!!

My night to cook... grilled tuna steaks, brown rice with carrots with water chestnuts and broccoli wok grilled, sliced tomatoes, and white wine.
The Braves are still in 1st place, and they beat up on Miami tonight. The Georgia Bulldogs swept arch rival Georgia Tech in baseball for the second straight year.

Rumpy, I'll have a few ice cold Sweetwater lagers with Southern Comfort chasers for an all southern beverage night. Thank you!

Hope all is good out there in the desert, Bill. And everyone in Rumpilationsland have a great evening!
I am so far behind on reading friend's newest stories, some ain't so new anymore. But they're queued and I'll eventually get to them. Work has been eating up so much of my time, plus leaves me burned out much of the time.

I need a refresher and nothing works quite like an ice cold beer. Mr. Bartender aka Rumpy da Man, the Rumpmeister sir, I'll have a cold Sam Adams lager in the bottle, please. Hope all is well.
Cold beer and Tequila chasers, please. Y'all have an awesome evening. From the looks of things, mine's about to get real fun.
Check out this Canadian bluegrass band, The Dead South