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DJohn
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 56
0 miles · Tyne and Wear

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Quote by WilmaFlintstone
Now show me how sorry you are!!!!

There aren't enough emoticons for that! kiss :therethere: passionkiss 69position hump wink
Australians all let us swing on
For we are free and bold.
We've men and women, girlies too,
And pizza that's too old.
Our hands are found on keyboards, and
Our typing good and bad.
In Heaven's Swing let everyone
Be nice and never mad.
And what about us non-smoking well-wishers? There must be something we can do to provide some necessary distraction.
When Swinging first, at heaven's command,
Became our first and only cause;
This was the charter of the band,
And guardian Mods sung with no pause:
Swing, Britannia! Britannia swing all night;
We will always claim our right.
I don't think it's double standards. You're not 18. It's reasonable for her to follow your rules as long as she's living in your house.
If you're not comfortable with him sleeping in her room (I certainly wouldn't be!), I'm sure you can find somewhere else for him.
It's all here in your file, Kat. Page seventeen: Practical Skills. Paragraph three: wool. Paragraph 3b has been blacked out. Can you throw any light on that?
It's moments like this that I wish I spoke Geordie.
Not even the Brits would understand it.
Likes Holding Kittens
Licks Happy Kit
Loves His Knitting
Life's Happily Kinky
odeum: a building for musical performances, esp. among the ancient Greeks and Romans.
Odd things happen when transliterating from non-Roman alphabets like Greek. oideion -> Odeon is quite believable.
Ooh! Battle of the dictionaries! :-) I must get myself a proper OED one day.
1: false ("tight" in the sense "'soundly, properly, well, effectively". )
2: false (the sweetness of a new marriage, and acknowledgement that this sweetness will wane. Oxford English Dictionary)
3: very unlikely (more probable is advice to children learning write. p and q are easily confused. Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable)
4: false (the throat was referred to as one's "whistle" as far back as the 14th century. Oxford English Dictionary)
5: false (Scottish goulf or gowf "to strike or cuff" is much more likely. )
6: false (Sappho has already dealt with this. )
"Odeon" is the Greek word for a kind of theatre.
Rule of thumb: Never trust "too good to be true" folk etymology, and never use your thumb as a rule.
Quote by Moist
No wonder she is single

Single? With legs like those? Something is not right in this world.
I don't generally have sweet dreams. Mine are quite mundane.
The scariest was reading a book before going to sleep. It was a great book. I managed to fall asleep while reading, and continued the story in my dream.
The next morning I woke up, and reached for the book so I could continue reading. It wasn't there. I searched my entire bedroom. It wasn't there. Then I remembered: I hadn't been reading the night before. The whole thing was a dream.
That scared me. I was so convinced that a dream was real that I'd spent fifteen minutes searching for a book that never existed. How many times has that happened without me finding out? How much of my life never happened?
No, I was counting his two stops. And being slightly silly about it. No work for me tonight. And if I don't get to bed soon I might not make it in tomorrow.
Haymarket to Central, then take the scenic route through the Bigg Market, stopping off to borrow Mr Grey's pedestal (for defensive use only, of course).
"Can no one else see it?" "Swinging Heaven".
Still not quite there, Heather. But I think you're getting closer!
(I don't think Duckpathian was the only one who enjoyed the munch)
If you had to give up some important part of your life, what would your last choice be?
"You got laid, didn't you Carpy?" "Swinging Heaven"
No, Heather, I don't think so. Let's go through the rules one more time.
Some days, I think I'd like some bottled invisibility. It's not for voyeuristic purposes, or at least not the sexual gratification kind (though I'm sure I wouldn't be able to resist a little of that). One of my dreams since childhood is to be a purely passive spectator. I like to sit and watch the world happen. It's when I have to participate that things always go wrong.
That's harsh but fair, Heather. Show me your buttons and I'll take whatever punishment you think I deserve.
(Oh, that's right - I've already seen some of your buttons. Are you still going to punish me anyway?)
Quote by Heather
(Before you answer, would you like to know how many buttons I've got? :twisted: :twisted: )

I know. I shouldn't hijack. What can a guy do?
Go on Heather. Show us your buttons...
Not once, ever, have I been to Wigan. What am I missing out on? wink
"Wanna bite my carrot?"
It must be time to get that costume out again wink
Rabbits have all the fun.
I'll do a deal with you, Moist. It'll be cheaper if we buy the big bottle of self confidence and share it.
I've been working on a natural source for the past fifteen years, and the best I've managed is a tiny trickle.
If you had been there, Moist, the man would have booked the room for considerably longer than the two nights he had originally planned.
"Do I get a discount for more than five thousand nights?"
Quote by Heather
Surely you can find some willing photographer to take some naughty pics of you? If, not, I'LL find one!

I don't think finding a willing photographer will be a problem. Finding only one might be. And I think Moist might have to be willing too.
(getting camera ready, just in case)
The scene: A room in a hotel. Morning. A man is lying in bed. He is awake, but his eyes are still closed. One eye opens just enough for him to look at his watch.
Voiceover: 8:30. It's too early. I need sleep. Sleep is good. I don't want to get up. I could stay here all day, or at least until the hotel staff kick me out.
But the sooner I get up, the sooner I can get to the Cafe and see what's been going on this weeekend.

The man is up, out of bed, and through the shower faster than he's ever done anything in his life.
Quote by willxx69
Off to a mystery destination that no-one would ever, ever, EVER guess!

Oh, don't tell me now. It's... no, no hints! I want to guess this.
It's Shropshire, isn't it?
Oh yes. Photography. I won't confess how much I spent on the last lens I bought.