From some tart or other:
“I know he’s proud of me and what we have together, but no one else needs to hear that we sometimes do it five times a night and that my searing orgasms can go on for 15 minutes at a time.”
…which is why you shared your story with The Sun newspaper, right?
From a Concerned Reader (anonymous, for obvious reasons):
It seems our crazy Western governments are intent upon starting one or more wars. If one has a teenage grandson and wanted to resettle him somewhere in the world to avoid his participation in one of these conflicts, do you have an opinion as to where he might go?
I have to tell y’all, that is a really good question.
I’m leaving aside the old-time “draft-dodger” discussion, because it’s clear that this is not a Vietnam-era situation where everybody knew that our kids were being sent off to die for a country which was eventually going to fall into enemy hands anyway. (In other words, don’t go there in Comments.)
A lot depends on the grandson, of course. Does he speak Spanish? (In that case, places like Panama and Dominica are decent choices.) Ditto any other foreign languages, which open up areas like Southeast Asia — Thailand especially seems to be becoming a destination of choice.
It also depends how much you’re willing to pay for this resettlement, as several countries offer one the opportunity to purchase residency or citizenship (CBI, it’s called), so if you have the spondulicks, there’s that.
However, I also think one could consider staying at home, so to speak, but simply going to a place where one would be outside the risk of any foreign entanglements: the Coast Guard or a local police department, for example.
Comments on the topic are of course welcome.
In keeping with the times, I thought I’d just share my preparations for the Black Swan / End Times / Kamala election victory [some overlap] :
Of course, there may be a substitution or two…
Some more on the topic of red:
And the same model:
And one last redhead:
And in the same vein:
Now get out there, and prepare to lose your soul.
Okay, I’m going to come right out and admit that I have had a love affair with the exquisite French actress and model Capucine ever since I saw first saw her in The Pink Panther. Why?
Well, apart from her beauty, it was her glamor, elegance, grace and did I say beauty? I mean, how much more does one need to worship a woman?
She was once called “the French Grace Kelly”, but I prefer those smoldering French features over the ice-blonde Kelly any day of the week.
Go ahead: argue with me, I dare you.
You enter a competition for an all-expenses-paid Two-Week Dream Vacation, and you win. You have to pick your location from the pics provided:
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Pick which ONE you’d choose. Answers in Comments.