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To all ladies...I really don't understand why some of us force ourselves to wear uncomfortable shoes,some of us were not born to wear heels but we still wear them and you know how funny it is to see someone struggle to walk in them and you'd actually laugh because their faces would just say it all -frown-...rather wear should with a solid balance and with a platform also to support you...Stilettos and those super high platformed shoes are really not for people with too much weight...Please don't let men laugh at you,wear shoes that support your body and would be comfortable.

In my teens, I wore a St. Christopher pendant round my neck. Not because I had any kind of affinity with St. Christopher, or even any idea of who he was, but because it was a craze going round at the time. When I got older, and better able to make an informed choice, I got rid of St. Christopher and took up with St. Michael. It was a sort of epiphany, I suppose, and it happened in M&S’s Barnsley branch, that’s where I became a disciple.

Marks & Spencer didn’t cater for spiritual needs but a great many of my material ones were catered for there. M&S was a rock on the High Street that was, to me, what the church is to any Christian. Their lack of facility for redeeming my soul was more than compensated for by their ability to supply me with a decent quality pair of jeans at a reasonable price.

Their range of stock was neither the most diverse nor cheapest but you knew that whatever you bought would be of good quality and very unlikely to give any cause for complaint. For years, virtually every stitch I wore had St. Michael on the label.

And their food department was no less reliable. Again, the range was limited but what they did sell could be counted on to be first class. They used to sell wedges of cheesecake that I have never elsewhere been able to get the like of, and ice cream that was, likewise, not to be found anywhere else. The first and finest yogurt I ever tasted came from M&S. But I should have known it was all too good to last. One day when I went into the store everything looked different; something seemed to be missing, or rather, somebody.

It was a dark day when St. Michael got his marching orders, and hardly brightened when the likes of Per Una and the M&S Collection breezed in and tried to fill his shoes. How is a man supposed to feel any pride in wearing Blue Harbour under pants? What happened to the food department was no less than tragic. Gone was the small but select range of top notch fare; replaced by a far more extensive but inferior collection of stuff you would expect to find in any run off the mill supermarket. And, horror upon horror, they now also stock popular brands. They even sell date expired items at a reduced price. My God, one could be forgiven for thinking one had wandered into Asda.

Now, as I bemoan the lost salad days of M&S, the only straw of hope left to clutch at is that, if the saints do one day go marching in, St. Michael will be leading them.

I’ve been thinking of letting my goatee grow out like this and then braid it.

If you had to have a robot built to your specifications:
What will it be and what usefulness, for you alone?
Male or Female?
Built & Looks?
IQ?
Servant or feisty?
What can it do, for you?
You decide!

Be Safe!

I went through Macy's department store and was amazed to see how many different styles of jeans for women that have the knees already shredded. They aren't cheap either!

Personally, I wear clothes until they are torn... like the ones in my report of the high-efficiency (HE) washing machine that prematurely wears out jeans. I've got a few with the crotch wearing through, but that wasn't from the washing machine.

Side note: I knew a college girl who knew which side of the zipper a guy hung his junk on from the worn spot on his jeans. I'm sure her research was more than their appearance.

There are YouTube videos describing how to take new clothing and cut holes in them with back stitching to keep the shredded look exactly the way you want.

I doubt this fad is going to end anytime soon...

So yesterday I visited my mum at her retirement home and after the initial hellos, and a lack of a conversational subject, she asked me about my beard, and how in her opinion I would look younger without it. Then this morning I woke up with mum's words on my mind, and sure enough I did something about it. I gave myself a crew cut .... and kept the beard.
Peace

Enjoy ur day ...................................................

Well, not really. It's a contradiction. But who cares since the blogs are already shit...

Flood it, I say!

This is quite possibly the cutest dog I've ever seen.

Dont be shy now, tell us what you really think. And dont just make something up because I can tell if you're lying.