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I think people are looking at this the wrong way. If unemployment, for example, rises, I think rates will go up, not down. Same thing for increased health crises. The unemployed or men who are refusing to participate in this due to severe health risk (Covid-19), are not going to participate at all, no matter how low the rates are. Most of the women here probably understand this, and will increase rates, not decrease them considering they still have to survive or at the very least would like to maintain a certain lifestyle. If you want to see a gradual, or slow decrease in rates, I'd hope for a thriving state economy, which will bring more providers into the area. More providers means more competition. Hence you get competitive rates. I wouldn't hold your breath on lower rates happening any time soon.

Every woman is smarter than any man with an erection.

What could possibly go wrong? Now get ya’ oss to maws.

And you run the risk of waking up in an ice bath with a kidney missing.

Maybe go in with a ski mask?

So... the tiny bird technique?

.... so now... the rippin' and the tearin'....

I am no one. I have nothing. I come from nowhere. but Thank you

“Choose to stand beside her, when she is most surrounded.” - The Seventeen Tenets; Author, unknown.

SB is fucking hilarious. I couldn't get more laughs out of it, if I tried. Depending on which person you talk to on there, especially women, I guess I look a lot like one of two different celebrities. What's funny is that if I get intoxicated, and I'm in a somber mood, I get one answer from women. If I'm happy and telling jokes, I get another. These two celebrities couldn't look further apart. Women don't pay attention to a damn thing about men. So I grab a pic of one of these celebs and post it to my profile. I'm drunk when I create my profile. Weeks go by. Months. Eventually, I can't figure out why I keep getting all this spam shit in my inbox. What the fuck is Secret Benefits? So I go to the site to write them and tell them to knock this shit off. Then I see the profile pic and a wave of revelation washes over me. LOL. I fucking die. I had to buy a knew keyboard. My desk got broken. I scroll down. And read my bio. I can't tell if the bio is a generic one drawn out by the website, or if I wrote it. I simply can't remember. If the web guys wrote it, I have to give them credit. Fucking hilarious. If I wrote it.... V, you're in the wrong profession. BIO: What Do You Have to Offer? Me. Myself. More of me. Then of course there’s more... me. What Are You Looking For? My left sock. I really want to stop getting spammed by 20 something gold diggers, so I changed the profile pic. An obscure, male, Norwegian, long, blonde-haired model who resembles Fabio. I also changed my caption. 'Looking for a Woman to Buy me Expensive Toys.' There. That oughta do it. Bye-bye spam. I hope.

Men were men, way back when. I watch documentaries. I remember seeing one about how skyscrapers were built. They had footage of these Italian men walking across 6 inch I-beams 90 stories up like they were sidewalks. They ate sandwiches while their legs dangled, kicking their legs back and forth. Not a care in the world, except bringing home the bacon, so to speak. Now, you have to put up a disclaimer of viewer discretion advised when there is a depiction of someone with an eating disorder on a Netflix show.

Absolutely. At 12000 feet what could possibly go wrong? I kid, but I do also wonder about those WWII pilots that got shot down. The fuselage would usually be engulfed in flames, the cockpit, a saturated inferno of lit 100 octane gasoline, and the only mercy, the sea ... way down there. Sometimes I think men were not meant to fly.

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Yeah I don't even bring my wallet in. Then you can excuse yourself, by saying that you left your ID in the car. I'll have to go get it. I know a friend who used this tactic at a Chipotle when he ordered double meat and they shafted him. To this day, I have no idea what they did with that burrito.

gonna go out a limb here and say ... evidence. You high roller, you. Or if you wake up with a mushroom growing on your helmet, she cant be held legally liable.

Are those trash bags? Because in the Tryst pic, they appear to be gone. Nice photoshoppin', babe. LOL.

To Gina's point though, she's on two sites I wouldn't trust with videos giving BJ's under captions advertising sex. Doesn't leave much in the way of mystery, does it? At the very least, she seems either bold, reckless, or desperate. She's for braver men than me.

I’ve used p411 extensively, still do. I’ve never had an issue. The only incident I recall where cops infiltrated, happened years ago, when Gina owned it. Nothing against Gina. It was a reputable provider who got them in and gave them the ‘ok’. Shit happens. If you’re that afraid to get hit by lightning, stay indoors your whole life. If in fact you didn’t stand a lady up, I’d shrug off the weird comment and move right along.

Holy shit. And I thought the Russian girl who was using an old Teddy bear to talk to me was weird. Please write a review.

Well damnit I never got that warning. She just let me keep going until I made a complete ass of myself. Where’s the justice?

I did find it interesting that according to the new Netflix series about the Yorkshire ripper “the average go” in 1977 was 5 British pounds. What’s that like 32 pounds today? The cost of an average pair of sneakers. That’s quite sad, but interesting.

Wow what an extraordinary dream. These creatures were not cold at all. They were frolicking and dancing about, can’t say they recognized any accountability for style. I wish mother would get off her ass and stoke that fire. And my bowl is all the way up there. Back to me dream, about these clumsy creatures ... having such a wonderful... ICE CUBE!!! Damnit woman, that’s not funny! I’m achy. Put your fingers on my scalp and stop playing games. I’m dreaming about something called Bithhh. Errrrrr.

Naughty Professor is poking fun at you, darling. The expression is P’s and Q’s. It’s an old English saying meaning mind your manners or mind your language. See, who says I don’t do nice things for people?

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