I voted crispy - unless it's Canadian - Then, as some have already said, in eggs benedict - with a side of mimosas and very strong coffee with just enough heavy cream in it to change its color.
Height does not matter at all to me. What turns me on (or off) is what's between her ears.
It's her body - she has the right to do with it as she pleases. That goes for surgical procedures, tattoos, implants, reductions, face lifts, butt lifts, abortions, vaginaplasty, liposuction and any thing else you can think of.
Anything by Antonio Carlos Jobim. I hate listening to it, and I detest playing it. It all reminds me of dentist's offices and elevators.
"Here's an idea...learn how to play an instrument,tour shitty night clubs and learn the craft..." - YES! And, while you're at it, learn to hit the note you want to sing and stay on it. Quit warbling around looking for it.
Q: How do you know when there's a singer outside the door?
A: They can't find the key, and don't know when to come in.
I haven't a significant other, but you can bet then when I do, I'll encourage her to join, if she isn't here already.
I think the idea is incredibly erotic, but would only feel comfortable even asking someone whom I had already met in person, and with whom I had had sexual relations in person. But, given those parameters, I'd do that in a New York minute.
Miles Davis, sound track for Ascenseur Pour l'Echafaud (released in US theaters as "Frantic")
um...........I don't think so. Thanks, anyway.
offer her a cupa coffee, and some conversation, and try not to stammer or say anything stupid. And especially, I'd try to behave myself.
In 1967, Harlan Sanders ("Colonel Sanders") offered me the first franchise for Kentucky Fried Chicken in Baltimore, with a "no compete within a five mile radius" clause, and I turned it down. But, hey - had I accepted it, I would probably not be a licensed professional engineer, and I would probably not still be a musician. So, no regrets.
I just start writing, using word. Sometimes I start with an idea I want to convey; sometimes a particular character nuance; and sometimes a ganeral plot. Frequently, I wind up with only a paragraph or two. So I just save it. Then, as I am writing another story, that snippet will come to mind, and I insert it into the story. Once I have the whole thing written, I leave it alone for a week or two. I don't look at it, or read it, and I try to not think about it. Then, when I come back to it, I approach it as if it is a new thing. I read it all the way through for content, but do not make any edits in the first reading. Then I open the spelling/grammer checking program in word, and scan the entire piece, making suggested corrections or ignoring them, as I see fit. Then I go back into the piece again, looking for words or phrases I want to change. Usually, somewhere along in that process, I forward it to one of my ex-wives, or a trusted Lush friend to read, just to get her general impression, and to see if it is any good. After I have received that blessing, I am ready to submit.
When I submit, I do a copy/paste, then double check to see if there are any weird formatting glitches. The last thing I do, before I hit the "submit " button is insert tag words, and a one-liner.
Public Service Announcement: Parents, it's eleven o'clock. Do you know where your children are?
I liked my younger brother's response to the brain on drugs ad: "um...............yeah................I gotta question...............are you.......um...........gonna, like, .........um.... turn that OVER, man?"
Often, with a particularly well-written story, I am too stuinned to comment. I read the story, and sit there saying to my self, "wow. just wow." And I am reminded of the feeling I used to have in college, when a professor said something astounding to me, or gave a particularly complex lecture, and then stopped and said, "Any questions?" At that time all I could think was, "I don't know enough to formulate a question." So I get that same feeling of - oh I don't know, for lack of a better description, call it inadequacy - after reading an exceptionally good story, or moving poem. SO I vote five, and set it aside for a day or two, to try to collect my thoughts, so that I can make a cogent comment.
Tough, tough decision. If one were to have asked, "favorite album" I'd have had no problem picking Sgt Pepper out of the lineup. But for favorite song, the decison is genuinely tough. After giving it some thought for several days now, just for all-out joy, and makes me wanna to throw my head back and sing like a crazy fool, (which is, I guess to say, all out happiness) it has to be "I Wanna Hold Your Hand".
INcidentally - I noticed someone picked ObLaDi - A few years back I discovered quite by accident, while playing a piccolo solo at an "open mike" jazz nite, that song works beautifully against Sonny Rollins' "St. Thomas". In the middle of an extended "ride" I quoted the verse from ObLa Di. (Lord knows where THAT came from! LOL)
I ALWAYS check tags. Just because a story is in a certain category does not mean that it does not contain something I find off-putting.
I never cum after masturbation. I always keep going until I cum.
It's happy Winter Solstice time!
As Clum says, no regrets..............Well, except there was that time in Nicola's basement with Sprite. But it was only once, I SWEAR! ............well, twice, but the second one didn't count, 'cause.........oh nevermind. And besides, I promised them I wouldn't tell.
If she wanted me to, sure. Why not? I have no shame. LOL
Happy Birthday, Cocobaby!!!!
