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Like the cigar, myself! We should have a boytoy excursion to a cigar lounge next time you're in LA!

The lady at Starbucks told me today as I gave her a 10 for a 4.72 order. I looked at her and said, "yes, it would be nice." she said, "OK, my kids are getting ready to go back to school so I thought I'd check." Is that not weird?

We love the way the current site looks but we want to "freshen" it up a bit and make it a bit more edgy. We have been working with a great graphics designer to give us what we want and we are close to having a new design ready and working on the site. Some may worry that this will affect the forums. It will have no effect on the forums at all. This is simply a new fresh coat of paint for the entire site. I thought some might enjoy a sneak peak. This will be the "pop up" entrance page for the site!

The kudos go to the most excellent Lookin, our very own Mark Twain of posting. Lookin sets a high standard for us all.

What means this word, "only"?

As part of the new Boytoy changes, all of Adam Smith's posts will emit a slight fart odor when clicked on, and his font will always be brown.

On the other hand, he doesn't mind me farting.

Alternatives...?

Tree growth rings, calibrated by ketone absorption dating, obviously.

I must say that I agree. That is the first thing that I noticed when I came here. I began laughing immediately.

Got that right. Ahem: Ethnosocioeconomic. "Having to do with places where I can pick up beautiful brown and black boys who don't know their market rates" [loosely translated ]. Viz., Escuelita; The (late, lamented) Web; et al. Having abandoned cheap-ass Google searches for the answer to your goddamned question, I finally hunkered down and dogged my way through Classical Rhetoric for the Modern Student. From one end to the other: a penance that not even Mother Yale extracted from me. But even that dire measure having landed me up empty-handed, I must conclude that you, sir, sent me on a wild goose chase. Still considering my move in reply.

Thought I said that.

Well those hardly look like the type of boys that hang out in dungeons, but I guess thats the edgy part ??? As for the "John" its not only "FAT CAT" types that hire boys, although having a bunch of disposable income does help. And even if he is loaded, I doubt he would be wearing a TOP HAT, unless he was a Dancer in a Broadway Chorus line ? And as for the CASH on the ground, I hardly think a rentboy would allow loose money to go unclaimed. Maybe the money should have been hanging out of their pockets instead ? But I do love the gray, black and white color pallette.

LOL Bullshit! When you think of the word dungeon, you just get an erection. And, you like that!

To be serious, I like the somewhat dungeon/back-alley feel + the ethnosocioeconomic spread of the people pictured.

I think the goal was to try to bring in as many facets of the male escort world as possible and that includes all shades, colors, ages, etc. It also includes the high end services, the Craig's List escorts, the gogo boys and the street hustlers. It is really often very hard to try to get so many things woven into a design.

Thanks for articulating my original reply to Steven's post better than I did.

Do you have ANY point whatsoever? A despicable man gets busted for trying to arrange sex with an underage girl, regardless of source how does this have any bearing on GAY MALE escort discussion? Oooooh if I lump you all in with straight pedophiles, disregarding all reason, I can show you how incredibly dangerous Craigslist is!!! So instead hire this tired old pro--because the promise of your safety (against an all but non-existent danger) is the only positive I can offer!

I REFUSE to consider you either a ship's rat or 3rd class passenger. OTOH, Cabin Boy might be just your ticket. Fun for all. Best regards, RA1

Ab Fab Barbie!

My dog did, She would always get up and leave when I passed gas. Very smart dog. Best regards, RA1

I get the same order every day. I always leave the coins but a 100 percent tip for bringing me a cup of coffee? It does seem odd as Starbucks is a great job to have and a good company to work for.

I thought they had communal tip jars at checkout? Or what about, "Hey, Beotch. I'll take a couple of muffins for the road?

Back to first principles, courtesy urbandictionary.com... shit 1. One of the most popular swear/cuss/curse words/profanities 2. another word Feces. Poop. Dookie. Scheisse. Poo Poo. Brownies. The Shit List: The Ghost Shit The kind where you feel shit come out, see shit on the toilet paper, but there's no shit in the bowl. The Clean Shit The kind where you feel shit come out, see shit in the bowl, but there's no shit on the toilet paper. The Wet Shit You wipe your ass fifty times and it still feels unwiped. So you end up putting toilet paper between your ass and your underwear so you don't ruin them with those dreadful skid marks. The Second Wave Shit This shit happens when you've finished, your pants are up to your knees, and you suddenly realize you have to shit some more. The Brain Hemorrahage Through Your Nose Shit Also known as "Pop a Vein in Your Forehead Shit". You have to strain so much to get it out that you turn purple and practically have a stroke. The Corn Shit No explanation necessary. The Lincoln Log Shit The kind of shit that's so enormous you're afraid to flush it down without first breaking it up into little pieces with the toilet brush. The Nororius Drinker Shit The kind of shit you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the tread mark left on the bottom of the toilet bowl after you flush. The "Gee, I Really Wish I Could Shit" Shit The kind where you want to shit, but even after straining your guts out, all you can do is sit on the toilet, cramped and farting. The Wet Cheeks Shit Also known as the "Power Dump". That's the kind that comes out of your ass so fast that your butt cheeks get splashed with the toilet water. The Liquid Shit That's the kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt, splashes all over the side of the toilet bowl and, at the same time, chronically burns your tender poop-chute. The Mexican Food Shit A class all on its own. The Crowd Pleaser This shit is so intriguing in size and/or appearance that you have to show it to someone before flushing. The Mood Enhancer This shit occurs after a lengthy period of constipation, thereby allowing you to be your old self again. The Ritual This shit occurs at the same time each day and is accomplished with the aid of a newspaper. The Guinness Book Of Records Shit A shit so noteworthy it should be recorded for future generations. The Aftershock Shit This shit has an odour so powerful than anyone entering the vicinity within the next seven hours is affected. The "Honeymoon's Over" Shit This is any shit created in the presence of another person. The Groaner A shit so huge it cannot exit without vocal assistance. The Floater Characterized by its floatability, this shit has been known to resurface after many flushings. The Ranger A shit which refuses to let go. It is usually necessary to engage in a rocking or bouncing motion, but quite often the only solution is to push it away with a small piece of toilet paper. The Phantom Shit This appears in the toilet mysteriously and no one will admit to putting it there. The Peek-A-Boo Shit Now you see it, now you don't. This shit is playing games with you. Requires patience and muscle control. The Bombshell A shit that comes as a complete surprise at a time that is either inappropriate to shit (i.e. during lovemaking or a root canal) or you are nowhere near shitting facilities. The Snake Charmer A long skinny shit which has managed to coil itself into a frightening position - usually harmless. The Olympic Shit This shit occurs exactly one hour prior to the start of any competitive event in which you are entered and bears a close resemblance to the Drinker's Shit. The Back-To-Nature Shit This shit may be of any variety but is always deposited either in the woods or while hiding behind the passenger side of your car. The Pebbles-From-Heaven Shit An adorable collection of small turds in a cluster, often a gift from God when you actually can't shit. Premeditated Shit Laxative induced. Doesn't count. Shitzopherenia Fear of shitting - can be fatal! Energizer Vs. Duracell Shit Also known as a "Still Going" shit. The Power Dump Shit The kind that comes out so fast, you barely get your pants down when you're done. The Liquid Plumber Shit This kind of shit is so big it plugs up the toilet and it overflows all over the floor. (You should have followed the advice from the Lincoln Log Shit.) The Spinal Tap Shit The kind of shit that hurts so much coming out, you'd swear it's got to be coming out sideways. The "I Think I'm Giving Birth Through My Asshole" Shit Similar to the Lincoln Log and The Spinal Tap Shits. The shape and size of the turd resembles a tall boy beer can. Vacuous air space remains in the rectum for some time afterwards. The Porridge Shit The type that comes out like toothpaste, and just keeps on coming. You have two choices: a) flush and keep going, or risk it piling up to your butt while you sit there helpless. The "I'm Going To Chew My Food Better" Shit When the bag of Doritos you ate last night lacerates the insides of your rectum on the way out in the morning. The "I Think I'm Turning Into A Bunny" Shit When you drop lots of cute, little round ones that look like marbles and make tiny splashing sounds when they hit the water. The "What The Hell Died In Here?" Shit Also sometimes referred to as "The Toxic Dump". Of course you don't warn anyone of the poisonous bathroom odour. Instead, you stand innocently near the door and enjoy the show as they run out gagging and gasping for air. The "I Just Know There's A Turd Still Dangling There" Shit Where you just sit there patiently and wait for the last cling-on to drop off because if you wipe now, it's going to smear all over the place. "AW SHIT" "I have to take a shit" http://www.urbandictionary.com/thesaurus.php?term=fart

Quit farting around and get me General Lee!

AS may have been making a subtle indirect comment on the OP. Or maybe on the FBI. Or Histovski's explanation, Alternatively, he may have just been suffering from a brain fart. With AS, sometimes it's hard to tell. ----- My question is how the hell one would determine the incidence of Flatulence in 1865?

Perhaps all comes down to flatulence in the end?

Surely it means...

One of my fantasies is a personal directed-energy weapon, activated by noise above some set level, so that people making a loud ruckus feel searing skin heat until they shut their yap.

Am I missing something...what does that graphic have to do with the original post? Being confused is my natural state, but at this moment it is exponentially higher

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Free advertising and millions of hits in a few days. Someone in marketing is going to get a raise.

A man goes to an oral surgeon to have a tooth extracted. The dentist takes out a syringe to give the man a shot. "No way! No needles! I hate needles". the patient said. The dentist starts to hook up the laughing gas and the man objects. "I can't do the gas thing. The thought of having the gas mask on is suffocating to me!" The dentist then asks the patient if he has any objection to taking a pill. "No objection," the patient says. "I'm fine with pills." The dentist then returns and says, "Here's a Viagra tablet." The patient says, "Wow - I didn't know Viagra worked as a pain killer!" "It doesn't" said the dentist, "but it will give you something to hold onto when your tooth comes out."

A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale' He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the back yard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador Retriever sitting there. 'You talk?' he asks. 'Yep,' the Lab replies. After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?' The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. 'In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. 'I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. 'But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. 'I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired.' The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog. 'Ten dollars,' the owner says. 'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?' 'Because he's a bullshitter. He's never been out of the yard.'