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A gentle rebuke from the OP should suffice in most cases. Of course, it wouldn't hurt if Oz were to incorporate BoyToy,com in a "stand your ground" jurisdiction.

Sucky, in what world is a 13 year boy attending a small Catholic school in the boonies of Canada "certainly educated enough" to handle the likes of Usher, Ludacris & Def Jam Records, not to mention the absolute madness to be found at the top of the American pop culture scene? And a whacky mother whose greatest concern for him was that the guy who discovered and initially signed him was a Jew! I too dislike what is apparently going on with Bieber but I don't hate him for it. So why all the venom? Seriously man, why? Just because he's a cute little twinkie with a pretty face and way too much fame and money?

How to handle an ageing Queen:

Hito, does it not occur to you that thousands of people screaming, "Oh, Bieber, we love you no matter what!" is part of the problem?

My best guess answers: 1) yes & 2) Most of that part of the brain that people use to cross-check their mental constructs with empirical evidence?

Sorry Hito, but Uncle Sucky is right on this one.

Methinks Hudspeth misleads with this translation. How does plague sore become leech? Better might be swollen infected hemorrhoid. Son and heir would also mean that you partake of the unpleasant qualities of your bitch mother. Further, by implication, it hints that as the heir of a woman, your paternity must be in doubt. Any explication of a 14 word insult that requires three footnotes is badly in need of a rewrite.

I'm wondering if ten years from now folks will look back at the Sochi Olympics and say it marked the beginning of the end for Putinism in Russia. Will this be the event that drives home to the Russian people that Kremlin corruption has gotten so out of control that the government is incapable of pulling off even the most critical projects, no matter how much money it throws at it? http://www.businessinsider.com/sochi-olympics-a-monstrous-scam-2013-5

Well, with Putin, it's hard to tell if he disapproves or is just holding back a wet fart. Hmmm... OK, I'm going with wet fart.

I apologize, Paragon. It was ill-mannered of Sucky and me to hijack your thread, not to mention disrespectful of the subject. I'll do my best to avoid doing it again.

Puppies In Love, LOL Thank you, JKane. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

The other shoe just dropped. Seems that Conner's baseball playing boyfriend of six months also came out. http://www.outsports.com/2014/2/3/5372976/chandler-whitney-gay-baseball-walla-walla So much for my fantasy. No way I'd ever going to compete against this guy. (sigh) Well, maybe they'll get bored with each other and start looking for a 3-way. Anybody know how long 6 months is in gay years?

What world are these people living in that they figure they can hide that figure skating is chock a block full of gays? Do they think if they don't talk about it, nobody will notice?

Ewwww... Well, go ahead and stick a pitchfork in him, Sucky, he's dead to me now.

Well, truthfully, lookin's last paragraph pretty much covers most of my thoughts on the subject. LOL, especially that last part and especially since Bieb's started to muscle up so nicely. (Thanks for the pix, TY ; can you find any showing off a cute, newly improved, more muscular white boy ass?)

Whoa, big boy, You think I don't see what you're doing? You're judging, that's what! Here I am having a perfectly good go round with Sucky (& both of us having all kinds of fun scraping I might add)... and there you are all "Oh, no, you're judging!" "Voice of reason" my fat ass. Well I ain't havin none of that. And (best guess) neither will Sucky. ==== Come on, Sucky. Let's just ignore grumpy old lookin. LOL, back to business!

OK, I think I finally got it: 1) actor + impeccable body (of work) = free pass 2) pop singer + cute butt = pitchfork time ---- Wait! Wait! I think I've fallen into an even deeper conundrum: Does this mean that Hoffman's acting in that syrupy Robin Williams vehicle Patch Adams is to be classified as impeccable? ---- Now I'm more confused than ever.

???? One? ==== On a more serious note, the blogger himself raises the same issue: a ( rjvzs@**.com ) submitted to victoriangentlemeninlove : "The subjects of the August 17, 2013 and October 30, 2011 photos appear to be the same pair. Their hats, the chairs, the curtain (and especially the cord around it) are all the same. I suspect that the set is in fact modern but made to look old." They do indeed, well spotted! As to the age of the photographs; it is difficult with many of these images to tell if they are indeed vintage (or of what vintage), especially as many come with no provenance if we’ve reblogged them from elsewhere. Generally we just have to go with the aesthetic, and if anyone would like to offer more details, please do.

Kind of sad for Peyton. Otherwise you're right, RA1, not much of a game.

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ROFLMAO...lookin, I'm the last person you should expect to be able to retrace my steps through the swamps of the internet but I'll do my best. ===== Son of a bitch, I did it!! Try http://victoriangentlemeninlove.tumblr.com/ Victorian Gentlemen in Love, putting Nebuchadnezzar out to grass since 1837 to give it its full title. ==== The blog is one guy's effort to document male/male photographs from deep time. Most seem to be from his personal collection. He's posted a number of rare photo's of Oscar Wilde and friends plus some of other well known Queers, but most are of anonymous regular guys who happen to be displaying a bit too much personal affection for the camera. LOL, and there's a scattering of overt Uranian porno, of course: one of a set of five & &

See Sucky, this is what I don't get. A 48 year old man checks out of rehab, immediately shoots himself up with a lethal dose of heroin and it's "an unfortunate loss of a theatric Treasure." A 19 year old kid gets buzzed, acts a bit of a fool and it's all torches and pitchforks time. I get that the Bieb is acting badly. I get that he may well be on track for an unfortunate rendezvous with the parking lot of the Viper Room in 3 or 4 years. I even get that he may harm others in route to said parking lot. I just don't get why Hoffman's death evokes regret but Bieber's likely fate brings out venum and malice.

Thanks guys. I knew there had to be some good captions in there somewhere, but you guys have exceeded all expectations.

From Teleny sometimes attributed to Oscar Wilde: "…Tell me, which is your favourite scent?" “ Heliotrope blanc. ” Without giving me an answer, he pulled out his hankerchief and gave it to me to smell. "All our tastes are exactly the same, are they not?" and saying this, he looked at me with such a passionate and voluptuous longing, that the carnal hunger depicted in his eyes made me feel faint. "You see, I always wear a bunch of white heliotrope; let me give this to you, that its smell may remind you of me tonight, and perhaps make you dream of me." And taking the flowers from his buttonhole, he put them into mine with one hand, whilst he slipped his left arm around my waist and clasped me tightly, pressing me against hi swhole body for a few seconds. That short space of time seemed to me an eternity. I could feel his hot and panting breath against my lips. Below, our knees touched, and I felt something hard press and move against my thigh. My emotion then was such that I could hardly stand; for a moment I thought he would kiss me - nay, the crisp hair of his moustache was slightly tickling my lips, producing a most delightful sensation. However, he only looked deep into my eyes with a demoniac fascination. After much subterfuge, sleeping with other people, and Camille’s attempted suicide when he finds out Teleny is sleeping with most of Paris, they finally kiss: A most perculiar sensation came over me at this moment. As my hands wandered over his head, his neck, his shoulders, his arms, I could not feel him at all; in fact, it seemed to me as if I was touching my own body. Our burning foreheads were pressed against each other, and his swollen and throbbing veins seemed my own fluttering pulses. Instinctively, and without seeking each other, our mouths united by a common consent. We did not kiss, but our breath gave life to our two beings. […] We thus remained for some time in a state of overpowering delirium, feeling, every instant, a more raptuous, maddening pleasure in each other’s kisses, which kept goading us on to madness by increasing that heat which they could not allay, and by stimuating that hunger they could not appease. The very quintessence of love was in these kisses. All that was excellent in us - the essential part of our beings - kept rising and evaporating from our lips like the fumes of an ethereal, intoxicating, ambrosial fluid.

"Honey, get over it. Jake was no good for you anyway."