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The one the hot dish ran away with while the cow jumped over moon-light?

My bad … pinch out a goddam pile of feces prior to settling into a rousing game of throwing dice onto the craps table. [Good keeping up.]

Cuz these activities are immune to illegitimate offshoots anyway.

GRAB, please DoorDash me a GPS and tuk-tuk tout de suite!

This is truly very humorous.

Hands up who hasn’t suffered a debilitating stroke recently following a sneeze or not … Kkkaaaaashooh, garçon, where are the Kakakakashoez! With at least one side of funny bone paralyzed. Best wishes for a speedy recovery and may all your condiments and garnishes come through leap year.

This topic may come across as a duplicate of an earlier attempt where I cannot seem to view the appended images, it had timed out for editing or deletion, yet this here added topic seems to depict the images successfully. Apologies for overlap. Maybe gonna post the railway station separately, though those specific images are showing on the earlier post with the station included in headline.

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I cannot participate further in your deterioration. We’re good.

I proffered nothing. It was blatantly clear from the outset that a few stubbornly held positions would not be amenable to acceptance of hard facts. Perhaps you could initiate a separate media piece on morning ablutions as you derailed your own topic. It was like watching the train wreck of lost logic when somebody extends a caveat such as ‘don’t shit where you eat’ to the absurd qualifier of ‘if you have to shit in the same place make sure to compost it in the service of what you eat, so taking a crap where you dine may be a good thing …’ Eeesh.

You both rest my case and on this distracting tangent may even squeak a bit out of the corner you painted yourself into desperately defending a position that was successfully challenged.

A convenient hop-off at linked Metro station of same name.

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Let me help you out. It reads, Reader, that what you have is on the rise.

Now you are layering on more ridiculousness, silly. You (not inappropriately) started a thread on a complex topic, with media representation of academic epidemiological concepts that would naturally lead to ongoing additional epidemiological and standard public health languaging among posters, terms utilized conventionally within the very literature on which theses are reported. You know exactly what each word means, feel challenged and offended, transparently and flimsily coming back with a frivolous and vexatious dig aimed at corroborating your alliances.

You are really reaching here and being deliberately asinine, but I’m sure the tangential and irrelevant focus on presentation appeal could persist ad infinitum when contrarianism is the driver. Personal hygiene and susceptibility to STD infection is not correlated or causally significant. Period. Partner episode volume being equal, judicious personal hygiene is salutary for obvious reasons, but NOT STI-preventive, period. The prevention heuristic regarding behavioural risk mitigation, when watered down with erroneous assumptions about personal hygiene has been deleterious in LMIC contexts because if a condom, for example, is lacking but soap is accessible the security conferred by a lesser but erroneously valued prevention measure is equally fallacious, breeching principles of beneficence. Sexual hygiene optimization is facilitated by de-mythologizing.

Sigh. It’s both a given and tautological. Hygienic cachet upticks exposure risk. @unicorn , perhaps others, can appreciate the logic fallacies peppering this thread.

Chapeau! It’s difficult to be unaware when obnoxious chatroom Sinonegativist ‘othering’ is shoved up one’s sinus.

Myself being a nipple man …

What surprised me a little was the vast touring mobs enduring 95degreeF beating down sun hours at a time. I expected busy but not nudged and jostled in open spaces at 09:00

As a server, I’d have at first immediately donned a surgical mask, offered you a Kleenex, and exclaimed whatever the local ‘god bless’ equivalent would be, perhaps also diligently inquiring about allergies and quickly reviewing the venue’s liability package. It’s not uncommon these days to have a bug up your ass, nasal-pharyngeal zone, etc.

Somewhat surprisingly, garotocomlocal has been gradually expanding its international base, with no less than 60 or so ads within the bookends of the Toronto-Montreal corridor, very little crossover with the typically more go-to sites, albeit the rather uninspiring yet perhaps pruriently metaphorical heading Boy With Room, owing to literal translation. I believe that the small print of this company suggests any negative content escort reviews are prohibited, bringing to mind an association between permissible content and the usual consumercaveat emptor. I have used the site in Brazil rarely yet successfully, mostly the provider hosting. True identities and personal contexts mutually known.

It was the shortest route a few dozen times and I apologetically explained to the many enthusiastic impressively work-ethical solicitors of several houses presumably geared to optional rub-n-tug slide-n-glide services, surrounded by a seemingly endless array of underutilized staff, attempting to usher me in that I was busy dealing with the strange phenomenon of occasionally coming upon scenes like this in the jewel-box rain-shower steps away. That said, I expect that many visitors to this site would be interested if not thrilled to purchase a pre- or post- Mango Tree amuse bouche or mignardise at aforementioned cluster of outlets. My apologies in advance if the images put anybody off erotic encounters. IMG_9142.mov IMG_9183.mov