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MrNudiePants
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male
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She was the only singer in recent memory that I felt could truly have been a voice for her generation, like Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon were for theirs. I was a huge fan. I hope she's finally found the peace that she was so obviously searching for.
fly - the thing you're asking for HAS to be in your photo. I don't see a steel pole in yours. Would you like to ask for something else?
Not my usual fare - and not an actual video, either. But give it a listen.


Wow. She's got that rare gift of being able to capture what others might just pass by. She's got a huge set of balls, too! A couple of my favorites:










Thanks, Nic!
Yes. I mean, when you get down to it, it's more than just wrappings that make a person sexy. Attitude, body language, personality... all those things that add up to "joie de vivre". I've seen a huge variety of people, both dressed and nude, and there's no question about it. Clothed or nude - those little things will either be there or not.
For me, there's no question. Orient Beach, St Maarten.

You can have civilization...





Or you can have clothing-optional, quiet solitude.







What more could you want?
Thank you, Nic. Thank you and Gav for putting together a site where a person can truly feel comfortable expressing his inner feelings, exploring his desires, and making connections with like-minded people from around the world.
This is for all the women who feel they take second place to their husband's mommy.



He didn`t like the casserole

And he didn`t like my cake,

He said my biscuits were too hard

Not like his mother used to make.



I didn`t perk the coffee right

He didn`t like the stew,

I didn`t mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.




I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and

smacked him one ....



Like his mother used to do.
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Blatz if you can afford it.


Hmmm...we might have to take up a special collection for the good stuff...

I'll wait here in New Jersey while Scooter fires up the grill btw...how many does this recipe serve anyway Chef???

Btw...that picture Scooter posted about firing up the grill reminds me of a time when I was a kid and my father tried cooking a duck on a barbeque grill...

You can imagine how that worked out with the fat from the duck dripping onto the coals...needless to say, it had to be moved inside to the oven...


It feeds two Alan. So we'll have to double the recipe and serve a salad with it.
Duck on a grill? Interesting.


Or catch another badger...

Speaking of which; shouldn't the first line of instructions in this recipe say, "First, catch a badger..."
This is easy to do, but hard to describe... LOL

At the top of the page, hover over the Account button, then when the drop-down shows up, go to "Settings" and "Image Gallery". At the top of the page, there are links you can click. One goes to your photo albums. Click on "Photo Albums".

You should see your album there. To the right are two icons; one says "edit" the other says "delete". Click on "edit". It'll ask you if you want to rename the album... click "continue".

It'll ask you to set the permissions for the album... click "continue".

Only then will you get to the page where you can delete the individual photos.

Hope this helps.




These douchebags. For the life of me, I just don't understand why these vacuous, Valtrex-swilling, non-entities get the press they do.
From The Butter Rum Cartoon.


Imagine you moved into a large house and were told that you have free run of the whole place--except for the room on the left at the top of the stairs. That door would be always locked. What room would then occupy your thoughts more than any other?

I was seventeen. It was 1966. We had moved to Sultan, Washington the previous summer, my Dad, a minister, being assigned to that parish. I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp near Sultan, but I didn't yet know where. Then came an article in the "Everett Herald" about nudism. It mentioned the Lake Associates nudist camp on the Sultan Basin Road, and also Fraternity Snoqualmie, a large nudist camp "four miles south of Issaquah." That's all I knew, but it was enough. I had never been to Issaquah, a town 43 miles south of Sultan, on Highway 90. I would find it.



I continued to enjoy the warm, sunny day. It wasn't long before the novelty of nudity wore off, and I simply felt, for lack of a better word, released. Curiosity turned into appreciation. Trespassing, amidst hundreds of strangers, I felt incredibly free. I was now completely relaxed about my body. These beautiful people accepted themselves, and me. That distracted tightness seen so commonly in the faces of people on the street was not seen here. People seemed real, open, relaxed, happy. Even that first day, that first real nudist experience, I eventually disregarded the fact that we were naked, and was just encouraged by a joyful presence of humanity I had never seen before.

Later in the day, I took a walk around the grounds, walking back up the parking lot and around the vacation trailers. A nude mother stepped out of one and asked me, "Have you seen my kids? Lunch is ready and they're off somewhere." She assumed I somehow knew her kids. I acted like I did, but told her I hadn't seen them, and walked on while she peered from her doorway down the hill and over the crowds. I had lived a life full of inhibitions and embarrassment, was now lying and trespassing in order to overcome it, and this lady's worry was that her kids were having so much fun that they'd be late for lunch. This was a beautiful and wonderful place to be.


Dale says it just about perfectly. It's about freedom, relaxation, enjoying being yourself without having to put up any false barriers or pretenses. It's about not being judged and getting to know things about others that really count - not just what they're wearing, or what cars they drive, or what jobs they have. It's about who you are, and how you relate to everyone and everything around you. It's liberation, in the purest sense.