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This is one of my favourite parts of the body, between the hole and the balls, but I'm not sure what it's known as (if anything). I like the way there's nearly always a feint red line whether it's shaved or naturally smooth - always gives me the horn ;) I've heard it called a 'barse' before but I wonder does anyone have any ideas or even a suggestions as to what we should call it? Also, if you're a fan of this part of the body then feel free to share your fave pics!!
There comes a time when one stops and thinks about about how life is going. I have done so much with my life and yet feel as though i h ave nothing to show for it, except pain. Being almost 30, I have traveled the world, Raced in every form of racing (that involve cars), "Fought for my country", Owned houses, Auto Shops, Many Cars and gave most of my life to others. In the end, I'm stuck with Urinary Incontinence, a shoulder that Just got fixed after 11yrs, and Epilepsy... oh lets not forget I'm Autistic (Asperger's Syndrome). Don't get me wrong I'm not saying that I have it worse then anyone else, because I know that's not the case. What I will say is that I have been afforded the chance to learn from many things and many people. I know that in time my life will right it's self, but in the mean time I am not what one would call happy. That being said...
Many of you look at your life and think just the way I just did, Right? Things are not going well, It seems like nothing is going to plan, or maybe you think that life is just one big routine. I have learned that this way of thinking is not completely true... Lets Take My Asperger's Syndrome as an example, I have problems with large crowds (3 ), Textures, and Social Ques. Instead of allowing all of those issues get in my way I learned to adapt to my situations, If I get overwhelmed in a crowd type environment, I simply excuse myself from the area, go and calm down, than try again. I haven't got anywhere on the Texture area yet... etc. Point being... I try and try and try until I find a way that works for me. which makes me think of Vince Lombardi- " I am not remotely interested in just being good, but am in the relentless pursuit of perfection, fully knowing I will never achieve it, but in the process I will exceed Excellence." Words that can be taken to heart. For some, my problems will not be anywhere close to what is being dealt with in their own lives, but the basic principle is still there. And Lets face it You could be like me and Have to wear diapers 24/7. Just Remember... You Can't Change Yesterday, It's the PAST... Today is for Learning and Making Mistakes... So Tomorrow We Can Make A Better Future.
You might have seen him on '60 MINUTES' (CBS) last night. He taught himself to play listening to his Dad's jazz records!
The Smiths had no children and decided to use a proxy father to start their
family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon".
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer rang
the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.
"Good morning madam. You don't know me but I've come to..."
"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.
"Really ?" the photographer asked. "Well, good! I've made a specialty of babies."
"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat".
"Just where do we start?" asked Mrs. Smith, blushing.
"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch
and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun
too; you can really spread out."
"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me."
"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one everytime. But if we try
several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure
you'll be pleased with the results."
"I hope we can get this over with quickly," gasped Mrs. Smith.
"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and
out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure."
"Don't I know!", Mrs. Smith exclaimed.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his
baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London."
"Oh my god!!", Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.
"And these twins turned out exceptionally well when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with." The photographer handed Mrs. Smith the picture.
"She was difficult ?" asked Mrs. Smith.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job
done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get
a good look."
"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.
"Yes", the photographer said. "And for more than three hours too. The mother
was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots.
Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed
it all in."
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean they actually chewed on your, eh ...equipment ?".
"That's right. Well madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so that we can get to work."
"TripodjQuery182031311067158075767_1467507102085", Mrs. Smith looked extremely worried now.
"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold while I'm getting ready for action. Madam ? Madam?...Good Lord, she's fainted !!"
Ka Paso Su Way Muchachos:
Pardona mi Engles es no bueno; however, back home, the rancho where as an iho, mi Uncle raised mi and mi siblings it was an especial place and mi Uncle a mui importante hombre. Es lamma was Pablo Escobar. Notorioso? Si, he was until La Pepe put a bullet in his head. They put a bullet in his head. He die, en mi en mi Brothers and Sisters were going to be murdered as well; then we fled to the land of the free and Casa of de Brave. You know what I'm talking about, don't you? De United Stays. Since we came here, mi familia has been on what you call it, "The Down Low", Yes? Keeping quiet and causing no problemo, we stay out of trouble and enjoy what you probably take for granted most, if not all the time because you don't know anything except how to take freedom for granted all of the time. You complain about everything. You blame everyone for your problems, You avoid every respobsibility no matter how great or small. You take what you want when you want it, you cheat, and steal your way through life stepping on anyone you don't want following you up the ladder, and I am somone who has seen the horror, been there and done that, things which your tiny minds are incapable of el contemplacion. For what? I'm the reason for all of your problems, yes? Mabey? No? Perhaps you are too stupido to realise that even if you choose to put a bullet in my head, or not you have still made a choice only a donkee would make. Yes? Questcion rhetorical? Perhaps you will think twice once I recieve the hundreds of millions of US dollars available and at my disposal in the blinko of an eye hole. Si? No? So so? I'm proud to have made it to the United States, and despite the tens of millions of US dollars used to bribe the officials who organized mi cardo de verde (What gringos call eh "Green Card") There are a lot of people who would pay a lot of money to learn how a boy from a pikito rancho en Mexico overcame mucho adverse consequecion; however, there is more than enough dinero to go around, and anyone who offers su dinero, I expect de intelligencio discourse would be to let me know so mi can pay su compensacion quadrupley guaranteeablo. I have established a new compound, "Rancho De Grande Gato Loco" en a pikito nondiscloscion locacion near Nevada. Like mi idoloso, Michael Carlione mi familia esta vivo en Nevada because we want no memory of La Cosa Nostra. Mofioso no akai we no bueno. No, no bueno, porkay? Ccomo si dece in Engles, "We don't want anything to do with organized criminal enterprises, we never have, and we want to live out our lives and spend all od the drug money peacefully. We may be wetbacks but we paid to get here and if you are kind to us, we will be kind to you too". Si? I have already tols su too much, and you should know ahead of schedule that the CIA "Trash the Beanes" campaign have made mi en mi familia targetoso, es simply a matter of what llama should mi lamma en el check or if you like, how mush cash to be treated like a free people(s). Mi compadre en mi pocket who is El Presidente Trump would not heve won eleccion had it not been for the many donacions mi familoso put en his coat pocket(s). It would be unethicalioso supremoso por mi to call mi compadre and say to him, "Excuse mi, Mr. Presidente su and I have mui problemo senior". Back home on de Rancho, we have a name for that kind of devidual, a "rat". Rat(s) esa no bueno. No, no bueno bueno, no? Nuh uh, no sir. So I give you mi word, "Trust Mi as you Trust in God. If I don't control you, I will, and if I cannot, I will. Even if you don't know it because mi en mi familia es mui importante mui grande importante; moreover, this big blue ball that we are all spinning around and round on belongs to mi, and only mi. You can't have it, so don't bother asking mi how much because there are not enough pesos to take it off my hands. I hope I have made myself comprehended porkay? Gracias Por Favor. That is all I have to say, so I give mi conclucion Benos Diaz Mi Way Hombres. Chupa mi pito bueno especial rapido por favor. My Uncle Escobar who is still very much alive despite the bullet in his head sends his love to los people(s) and his way muchachas with pitos en la CIA. Alone on an old rusty steel rocking chair crafted from pieces of lfttover sutomotive steel sat the old man once the most notorious man in the World until the CIA put a bullet in his head. Farting aloud with contempt for morality, the old man can be heaf exclaiming, "They put a bullet in mi head, Pablo Escobar and you still could not kill me. I am alive, and I am FREE. Free to do anything I want to do and theres nothing anyone can do" As his nephew, I am humbled by my Uncles poetry, and so I reply ar rhe top of my Mexican lungs, loiuder than Tarzan could ever hope to exclaim "Pinche Su pinche mi, I don't care what anyone says, you're the greatest Uncle on whatever it is they call this big blue thing we are spinning around on. Como si dece en Enges, "De Tres Rock from the Sun, not the Son, but the really bright thing that comes out during day. What they call it? I don't know the Father? Mother? Big One? It blinded me so I can't see nothing? You know, Don't you? Les hope so for your sake iho.
Kietes su chupa mi chilito, I have money if you like, por foavor mi casa es su casa de Rancho Supremo Numero Uno. Head towards Las Vegas, you'll find it right under su nose. We like to viva all night every night muchachos. PLEASE COME STAY WITH US AND HAVE THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE JUST REQUEST THE PASSWORD AND WRITE IT DOWN ON A PIECE OF PAPER. GIVE IT TO THE MEN WITH MACHINE GUNS AT THR GATE AND THEY WILL BRIEFLY CHECK YOU FOR WEAPONS AND COMMUNICATIONS DEVICES BEFORE GIVING YOU THE KEYS TO THE FERRARI OF YOUR CHOICE THAT IS YOURS TO KEEP THE ENTIRE WEEKEND.
I post this every few months and maybe one time I'll get lucky....I had a copy of this hot video, but my hard-drive crashed and lost it a couple of years ago. It's a very cute blonde boy...who teases, strips and jacks and cums. The video and the boy identified as Miker123. It used to be on gay pornium but it's gone from there.....anyone have a copy to share. For some reason GBT wouldn't post it. But the boy is 18 and very cute and it's a great video that runs around 29 minutes. IF you have a copy or know of one I can get...please message me back....much appreciated Seattle J
