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very cute....

Ahhh...Lowly now that makes all kinds of sense. Thanks ever so much for pointing that out, lookin, you #@%%&@*

Zeus is beautiful

NO, Grandma doesn't quite remember it THAT Way !!!!!!!!

Imagine the erotic gymnastic potential! http://dailybuzzlive.com/planetary-alignment-jan-4-2015-will-decrease-gravity-5-minutes-partial-weightlessness/

Earlier today while I was perusing my FaceBOOK miscellany, I ran across Raphael A, an escort in New York City, heavenly and heavily endowed and porn icon. In it he included a site in Brasil which has some gorgeous garotos and their ads listed. If any of you who travel to Brasil and who prefer to see garotos in the saunas as well as outside, here's a great website: http://www.garotolandia.com.br. If any of you manage to book any guy or guys from the various cities, I'd highly encourage you to write about your experiences as well as present a review or reviews. In 2002 I first began journeying to Brasil. Since that time I've been fortunate as well as lucky to have visited some 11Xs, the last time being in 2011. During a few of those years, when I've had guides and when there have been ads from escort sites on the web-- I've hired from them and had wonderful experiences each time. I used http://www.netgay.com.brfor my source which listed the agencies. Today they are defunct; this site has individual escorts/garotos advertising independently! Well, guys, consult and do what is best for you!

Remember, I merely thought that's what he said. The fiction of his diction left much to the imagination. Not sure if I had heard correctly, I tried saying 'lonely' versus 'lowly' out loud and was amazed by how small a shift in tongue placement is required to switch from one word to the other. Not to further divert this august thread away from the Dowager Countess, but Julian Fellowes seems to have enough good lines to go around. Some that had me laughing out loud this weekend were bestowed on Lady Mary and Charles Blake, and on Carson the butler. First, after saving the recently acquired pigs from dehydration, Blake and Lady Mary devolve into a mud fight. What do I look like? You belong in Country Life. "Lady Mary Crawley, seen here to advantage relaxing at the family seat in Yorkshire." Then, after pressing Ethan, Harold Levinson's American valet, into service at Lady Rose's ball, Carson catches him actively and vocally pushing savories onto passing guests. You're a footman, not a traveling salesman. That's probably why I can watch these episodes again and again. Always something I missed the first time.

Well, seeing as it's creeping up on 9:47am PST, and this opportunity won't arise every day, I figure I might as well give it a try and see what happens. Edit: Drat! I thought I was going to stay airborne the full three seconds when I remembered my fallen arches.

My great pleasure is to weigh less once every day. As for La Dixon, apparently she passed on in 1997. John Allen Paulos, a mathematician at Temple University, coined the term 'the Jeane Dixon effect', which references a tendency to promote a few correct predictions while ignoring a larger number of incorrect predictions.[4] Many of Dixon's predictions proved false, such as her claims that a dispute over the offshore Chinese islands of Quemoy and Matsu would trigger the start of World War III in 1958, that American labor leader Walter Reuther would run for President of the United States in the 1964 presidential election, that the second child of Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau and his young wife Margaret would be a girl (it was a boy), and that the Russians would be the first to put men on the moon.[15][16] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeane_Dixon

You think?! But look at some of the other headlines on that site... Angels Save Dying Girl Caught on Hospital Security Camera 2 Teleportations Caught on Dash Cam in Russia UFO Sightings Caught on Google Maps in Sacramento 2014 Next you'll have me doubting Jeane Dixon.

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Watched this episode last night and I believe the self-deprecating Lord Aysgarth said "lowly barony" although, like many in the British upper classes, his mouth was full of pebbles and it was hard to tell. He may have been lonely as well, but lowly fits the facts nicely with a Baron being at the bottom of the peerage pecking order. And, according to this Wikipedia article, it's the age of the title, rather than the title itself, that determines heritability. The older titles do descend through females while the more recently created ones don't. Perhaps some of our nobler fellow posters will weigh in if I've fumbled this folderol. I've been so common for so long, it's more than a possibility.

So I finally dragged myself out of the Pleistocene and installed the twitter app on my iPhone this morning. The better to brown-nose people I need to sell some consulting to. God, the inane chatter that my business associates spew into the twittersphere. But anyway. Now it occurs that it is only a matter of days or hours til I accidentally brush the 'tweet' button at the bottom of this site's mobile version, and broadcast a notice to one and all about our great site here! Thanks in advance, OZ. P.S. For the record, when you click the tweet button at the bottom of this site, it auto-generates the following tweet ready to send: hey twitter followers -- i'm on boytoy! [or whatever the thread title is that you happen to be viewing] - http://www.boytoy.com/forums/index.php?/topic/23079-hey-twitter-followers-im-on-boytoy/ [the thread url]

There has to be a fortune yet to be made in antisocial media, somehow or other. I would use it!

Ditto!

Greasy Truck food keeps your bowels clean. Right after I eat it, I have diarrhea .....

Clever. No active social media here.

Welcome to the world of those annoying, Mindless folk that never look up from their fucking phones.....

Welcome back and Happy New Year !

Rather than any such title or similar existing, isn't he saying simply, as you imply, that his title of baron will expire with him? "...normally, only male heirs are allowed to succeed to the peerage." http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hereditary_peer See also, for exhaustive and exhausting detail: http://www.jobev.com/title.html If there is some subtlety I am missing, point me and I will take up the chase again, styling myself on the dry tedious old cleric Dr Casaubon in Middlemarch writing his endless 'Key to All Mythologies,' of whom one of the local dowagers asks what is his family crest, and another beldame answers, 'No doubt three Cuttlefish sable with a Commentator rampant.'

Isobel: "I think Cousin Robert is referring to Ethel's work as a prostitute." Violet: ". . . Well, of course these days servants are very hard to find."

Yes, I have had some different experiences from what you mentioned in the material above. During the mid 2000s, I hired escorts from agencies which were then at http://www.netgay.com.br. All of my experiences were pleasing and quite satisfactory. In 2008 a friend of mine who could speak some Brasilian Portuguese or some Espanol hired for me from an ad at the site mentioned. The guy was half Italian and Brasilian and gave me a truly, truly memorable time inside of my hotel room. I gave him his fee along with a tip. Afterwards, he and I walked to the beach to meet his Italian amigo. I met his friend and stayed for a while to converse; the escort left us. During our conversation the Italian guy told me that the escort felt bad because he did not have change to return to me; he did not know that I had given him the additional R$s for a tip. He was soooooooooooo damn good! When I was in Rome in 2010, I saw the same guy after requesting my female tour representative to contact him. , but the time that he showed me was NOT as stellar as the one to which he'd given me in Rio de janeiro]. All in all I'll remember this beauty and gorgeously hung chap who knew how to please one who'd been "slightly starved!"

I've always enjoyed Martha Stewart and can't think of anyone else who would tackle a gingerbread Downton. Gum paste aside, it was fun to fantasize foraging the facade from foyer to finials. That is, until I read that she attached the latter with wire. Feh! Julia Child sure wouldn't have done it. I've been through The Joy of Cooking cover-to-cover and never saw 'wire' listed as an ingredient. Wine, certainly. Even woodchuck. But not wire. Definitely glad I didn't follow up on my initial impulse to ask la Stewart to whip up a mouthwatering meringue of Jimmy the Footman, complete with a luscious lobber. Lord knows what she'd have done with that.

Is it my (overly-fertile) imagination, or is he a ringer for a pic Suckrates posted this morning? Note to self: Be sure to click on all of Axiom's links from now on.

It sure is! Thanks!