Michael Caine. I believe he was a machine gunner who fought in Korea.
And I'm loathed to say it, but Elvis Presley.
Man, now I'm racking my brain. Good one.
Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac
My favourite book of his is Clear and Present Danger. It's such a shame about the movie.
And my favourite movie was The Hunt for Red October. Alec Baldwin is the best Ryan, by far.
My thoughts and well wishes to his family and friends.
Yippy !
*clears throat*
I mean, yay.
Annabelle’s bald cunt delighted Edward, frequently giving him intense, jolting, knotting, lusty, mind numbing orgasms.
Penny, quietly reserved, stroked the unbelievable volume within Xander’s yawning zipper.
Sorry, I was bored at work today.
Right, you lot, use verbs!
Revolution by The John Butler Trio
Kick off with $500 an hour, Buzz, and see how you go from there. And yes to both on the credit cards. Don't forget AmEx - more points.
Definitely steer clear of getting into phone sex though. Damn web cams have killed the industry. Believe me.
But is it just me, or would Buzzbat be a great name for a vibrator? Now that's a business worth looking into.
Congratulations to the winners, the top ten, and everyone else who submitted an entry. It was a bloody strong field, and I'm only too happy to bask in your reflected glory.
And a special thank you to the judges and the crew here at Lush. Played hard, done good.
I'm the same as you, Danny.
However, Google says that burned and burnt both work as the past tense and past participle of burn. Both are used throughout the English-speaking world, but usage conventions vary. American and Canadian writers use burned more often, and they use burnt mainly in adjectival phrases, such as burnt out and burnt orange. Outside North America, the two forms are used interchangeably, and neither is significantly more common than the other.
Burned is the older form. Burnt came about during a period in the 16th through 18th centuries in which there was a trend toward replacing -ed endings with -t in words where -ed was no longer pronounced as a separate syllable. Later, British writers continued to favor the newer -t forms for a handful of verbs, while North Americans went back to the more traditional -ed forms.
Seems like you and I have some explaining to do when next we meet with Her Majesty.
Big Bang Theory is my current favourite.
Big Brother is my least.
Here comes the best sentence.
Yeah, I've tried it - about 50 times with 30 different women, over a six year period.
Initially it was just about sex. I had a pretty solitary lifestyle at the time, and not a lot of access to women. But increasingly, it became a misguided search for intimacy. Regardless, I was able to achieve some sort of connection about a dozen of those times, making for really incredible, rewarding experiences.
Another dozen or so goes at it were negative, and left me filled with self-loathing and regret. Everything from questionable hygene to accidently paying for one on the work credit card. Man, that took some explaining.
At the risk of whoring for my story (pun intended), Warning Order is based on actual events and should give you an insight into what it's like. Angelina's pretty much the standard experience, while Donna was a magnificent exception.
It's an adjective, meaning unreasonably stubborn or headstrong, or perversely obstinate.
It also means deliberate, voluntary or intentional, as in wilful fingering. Just saying...
Both apply.
The Dutch Oven level of a relationship is pretty high, I'll grant you, but true love is being able to recognise your partner's body language when they're trying to do a sneaky fart in a food court.
I was in so much trouble.
I poked around into this a little further, and it turns out that it's an e-publisher in New Jersey, specialising in niche erotica. They're offering $50 for exclusive rights to at least 5,000 words on a specific subject, with no back end.
It sounds pretty grim, but there's opportunity for a better deal if I can produce high quality work. Kind of a try out arrangement.
The first project is a werewolf romance, with BBW, reluctance and breeding themes, written in female first person. Not one to back down from a challenge, I'm going to give it a go. Worst case, it's a couple of weeks wasted...
I'll let you know how it works out. Wish me luck.
Sure, I'd love to be able to remember absolutely everything. All I've got left up there now is a string of hookers and an AC/DC concert.
Seriously, all the traumas of my life are already permanently imprinted in my brain. It's not like I relive them...anymore. It's the good stuff that's harder to hold on to. I'd love to have the power to recall anything at will.
I'd be straight around to Bradley Cooper's place.
That's right, I said it.
In my youth, for a sure thing...probably as far as I could go in a single stint, maybe 12-15 hours. Any longer than that, and I might as well fly.
These days, I can't be stuffed shuffling back into the bedroom from the lounge half the time.
I prefer no tan lines, but I'm certainly not going to knock back the goodies if they happen to be a bit paler than the rest. Good heavens!
Of course guys fantasise about putting away their teachers. With the hormones raging at that age, we'll fuck a knot hole in a fence if you give us half a chance.
I went to a private boys school, and the three or four best looking female staff on the grounds were individually, and collectively, the stars of everyone's fantasies. Everyone over 16, that is.
In fact, rumour had it that one of the boarding house tutors got herself ploughed by a jackass floor senior. And another teacher ended up moving to a different city and shacking up with the student she'd been on the job with.
Alas, I was left with Mrs Palmer and her five daughters.
Madmazoo's got a good point, but all things being equal, I prefer tomboys. Hooray for the rough and tumble!
Depths must be plumbed rightly.
I've done it once. It was a soul destroying job where I had literally nothing to do, so I gave myself a treat just to feel alive.
Most importantly though, as I seamlessly cover for the double post, is that the woman is in control, having fun, and doing it for her.