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10 Reason Why A Man Won't Marry A Black & Hispanic Women

my son got a blue eye from his girlfriend today

Must know how to hunt, dress deer and clean fish---and have boat and truck. Send picture of boat and truck. Aa-V.

It’s For You...............

A cheap, totally effective, extremely low adverse (side) effect, no prescription necessary, easy to use...birth control pill. The humble 325 mg aspirin tablet. Only one needed, no capsules please, and can even store by the bedside and reuse many times. Directions: Take one and place tightly between the knees, untill the man is out of the house.. and out of sight. And out of mind.

Instead of Car 54, yes, I would consider RVing with you but PLEASE unhide your profile, because I can't respond and you just wrote me!!!! Can't respond to you, but you can write to me, email me with your own email.

....Brings so many questions to mind. Since a fetus is ony 50% of them, why insist on control of "their bodies", when it comes to CFM? OK perhaps to work in healthcare, clerical jobs, and such, in our military, but front line land combat roles? Inner city police work? Contact sports (rugby, football, etc.) having the weaker sex join men's teams? Or trans "men" joining women's teams? Quotas, affirmative action, and other non talent based preferences for employment, school, etc.? With rare exceptions, men have always been dominant. Think that just occured by magic? Who wears the pants in this extended human family anyway?

...much has been said and written on the topic, most of which is affirmative. But when I think back at the mother of our girls, for the whole truncated pregnancy, my memories are much more nuanced. Physical and emotional beauty both.

,,, lady came in to this place,and was confused about the entrance codes and keys. I tried to help her, but she became quite rude and angry. So, recognizing the style, I simply backed off. Another man, a very kind Brazilian, then tried, but came back shortly, saying "she has lots of walls around her". So then a kind Spanish lady tried, and had a bit more success. The house maid finally succeeded.The story was, she was recently in Japan, where the men were all pigs, and drunk all the time. Somehow, she transferred all this to Me and Thiago, and even a little to Rachel. She later said she was sorry for her behaviors. But THE last thing I need is for her to report one of us to the police for whatever crazy reason. I've seen men get in trouble with this sort, so I'm simply giving her wide berth. Wish I weren't so cautious. Love to give her a chance. But no thanks. Once burned, twice shy.

...bet all here thought my political rants were crazy enough. And I don't digress. But really, I've examined my share of female bodies, alive and not so much, both professionally and also not so much, but I was nonplussed, I say, nonplussed!!! The facts, ma'am, just the facts. So, she had been walking in for coffee into my cafe Memoir writing haunt for some time, but hell, why would she even look at me, let alone put up with my lame pick up jive. Slim, svelte, just a tad of olive complexion, mid 40's, thickly cropped dark hair--with just a touch of sexy grey streaking, and a physique to match. Dual citizenship. Had the green eyes going as well. And tall enough to eat soup off my head. I'll admit, these types scare me, and not merely for the oodles of femme fatale Jones often involved. (Das gebrannte Kind, scheut das Feuer.) Moth and flickering candle. But she actually struck up a conversation with me, apparently having seen me on the vintage shinny Gold Wing. She had this crappy older rusty Beemer wagon, costing her hundreds of dollars monthly, at a totally honest shop. (Good caring guys, all). So, of course I play up the interest in vintage vehicles, and she gets emotional, talking about what a money pit her beloved crappy BMW had become. Well, with nary a trace of base self- interest, my honorable chivalrous side instantly kicked in. Being, ceteris paribus, a bit of a motor head, she wouldn't be the first distressed damsel this old goat offered to help find a used car. More a case of keeping her from buying junk impulsively. So, one solid decade old cherry Volvo wagon later, she waltzes in to the Coop Cafe again, and proceeds to buy me a nice gift certificate, which she refused to let me refuse. Well, one thing led to another, before I was predictably, but at least ceremoniously, dumped, remaining text pals. She was anyway in the process of moving away during the car search. But those lower legs. oy weh! She always wore tights, no complaints all around, and once, while sitting, with a right leg up, semi yoga style, I saw it all. From just above the medial ankle to mid calf, the lovely skin had hundreds, perhaps thousands, of what at first looked like closed comedones (black heads). They were from shaving the fur, clearly, but just what was I seeing? I'm used to blondes, with the mohn sometimes in no need of the razor at all, ever, if never having begun this bestial act in the first place, slaves to culture all. Wondered I, was she just between regular scrapings, had she never heard of Nair, or of electrolysis. or JUST WTF!?!? Plumb confused, and then before she broke the boys' hearts here and moved away, the stubble was gone! Perhaps it was all only a dream.