National Milk Chocolate Day
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Publié :28/7/2012 21h16
Dernière mise à jour :27/8/2012 17h25 8232 vues
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What: National Milk Chocolate Day
When : July 28th
National Milk Chocolate Day is a special day for a special treat. Are you a "Chocola-holic"? If you are, you look forward to each and every chocolate related holidays.
There are lots of flavors of chocolate. Milk chocolate is enjoyed in candies and in baking. Milk chocolate is the favorite of millions of people. So, its only fitting that it gets its very own special national day.
Important Note: Don't be dyslexic about this special day. Today is a day for Milk Chocolate, not Chocolate Milk Day.
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Redefining bad luck ...
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Publié :27/7/2012 19h37
Dernière mise à jour :27/8/2012 17h24 8355 vues
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OK, so there I was minding my own business, headphones in putting a little axtra spring in my step while grocery shopping. I pass by the produce isle when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I see an ex-girlfriend standing before me. We did not end on bad terms ~ we just ended. It was one of those, we grew apart things. Oh and that she went completely religous and wanted to "spread the word". Oh I am not oposed to religion ~ I am just not a fan of being force fed beliefs.
Standing there with my jaw dropped she says hello. I simply say, "hey." and smile. I then ask what she has been up to and she states that she works at the store where I am shopping. I ask for how long and she says it has been a while. In my mind, I am trying to figure out a way to politely walk away whn over the PA system she is paged ~ bullet dodged. We say some awkward "see you around's? and we part ways.
Bewildered, I put my headphones back in and continue my shopping. Now wondering if I should consider finding a new place to grocery shop. I work my way over to the bakery section to select some bread. Still in a fog over seeing someone that I had hoped not to see again ~ I looked up from the selections of bread before me to notice an employee hovering also looking for bread.
Doung a double take, I let out a sigh ... not a good sigh either ... a sigh that says, "what the fuck, am I going to catch a break or what?" kind of sigh. Standing not more than 5 feet from me is me ex-wife!! Oh and that one - we did not end on good terms. She lets out a laughing type of sigh and walks away.
I quickly select my bread and nearly RUN towards the checkstands. Not looking up once - trying not notice anyone. I pay and make a mad dash towards my car ~ threw the groceries into the back seat got in the drivers seat and drove away from the "Outer Limits" grocery store.
Oh sure some of you may find this funny and to be honest, after 4 shots of whisky and 2 beers ... it is sounding pretty damn funny to me as well. So anyway ... I guess that I am stuck redefining exactly what bad luck is.
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Reflections ...
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Publié :26/7/2012 12h41
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 14h42 8275 vues
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Since day one that I logged onto this site, I have browsed profiles ~ females and couples alike. I have even browsed a few men's profiles just to see why it is mine, I am told stands out.
When I first prepared my profile, I went through a draft process. Eliminating what sounded cheesy and scripted. I went through some 23 drafts to end up with what I had first. That stood untouched for a very long time. Oh sure several people made suggestions and I wrote all of those down for future editing.
It wasn't until about a year ago when some zippy upstart raked my profile over the coals. At first it upset me that someone would take the time to not only pick apart my profile but take the time to send that critique to me. After reading what was in the meail several times - I started to laugh. It just hit me as so flippin funny that someone took the time to edit and critique a profile on an adult website ... I suppose VOGUE was a little slow that week.
Anyway, in jest I did some editing and posted in my profile responses to the critiques. I did alter a few things, updated a few others but for the most part, the profile still tands the test of time. I kept the original profile in its "un-corrected" state and from time to time I look back upon it and wonder why in the hell I even changed it in the first place. Oh sure it was in need of some updating but it did nto need to be altered beyond that.
For those of you who have read the original version of my profile ~ you know exactly what I mean. As I look through my "recent viewed" list, I see very few names from my original profile days. I think maybe only 36,958 screen names ring a bell ~ the rest of the 728,428 other profiles are newer and I hope that you all continue to enjoy not just my profile but my random ramblings as well.
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Am I going to hell?
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Publié :21/7/2012 16h15
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 14h42 8365 vues
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Ok, true story ... first I have to say that in fact, I was raised to be respectful to those with disabilities and not to make light or jest. However, yesterday while doing laundry at the laundry mat I was already in a very happy and fun mood when this fellow strolled in with his daughter to do their laundry.
My eyes were drawn directly to his left arm should have been. It looked as if were amput...ated, (rather than it being a birth defect) just above the elbow. After all their laundry was hauled inside, the father walked up to the change machine and inserted a bill. In a few seconds I heard the dispensing of quarters and what followed next had me literally on the floor laughing.
The man's daughter who could not have been more than 10 said in a rather loud and laughing fashion, "Look Daddy, you're a slot machine!" The man turned and let out a huge roar of laughter. It took me a second to actually realize exactly what the young girl had said and once it set in ... well I couldn't help but laugh. Standing about eight feet from the pair, the dad could see me very clearly and was not upset that I was laughing so hard.
As a matter of fact, he looked to me and said, "Kids, they say the damned funniest stuff ... right?" I tried to compose myself but to no avail, I was however able to manage asking one question, "What, no bells, whistles or blinking lights?" That's when his daughter joined in on the uncontrolled laughter.
I honestly was not trying to be disrespectful at all. The way the daughter looked at her dad and made the comment - it really was that funny. Well at least I think it was no matter if you were there or not. That without a doubt ranked number twenty-seven on my, "best times at the laundry mat" list.
So, what do you think ... will I get into heaven or will I be with all my friends? 
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Saddly I must say ...
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Publié :21/7/2012 15h55
Dernière mise à jour :26/7/2012 12h13 8565 vues
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As some of you may know, due to my "chosen" browser settings, I am unable to view photos and images that would normally appear on webpages. Which means any photos someone may have on their profile appear on my monitor as a box with a red x in it. Rare is it that I will ask for a photo because of that.
A few of you may also know the reason I am unable to post full photos online. For those of you who do not know, I work in the public eye and deal with young people, easily about 8,500+ a year. I must be very cautious in what I post. Yes I do know the nature of this site and that is why I post photos the way I do. Heck, there are so many on here that will not post any likeness of themselves at all. I at least try and give a hint of sorts. I am always willing to trade photos with those who offer ~ I am and will always be honest and up front.
Anyway the reason for saying all the above. I was conversing with someone on-line for nearly 8 months. In spite of the distance between us I offered her both my number and my friendship simply because she was such an intelligent and warm person to have exchanges with. Yes, it was understood by both parties that distance would only allow for a pen-pal / occasional phone call type of friendship. Claiming to be old fashioned, she provided me her number and suggest that I call when I found time. We spoke several times, exchanged who knows how many emails, flirts and such.
Well, in a recent text message to me she asked for a photo and without hesitation sent her one along with a request for one of hers. Hmmmm, that was 6 days ago and no reply. I sent her a text this morning asking if she received the photo and request. This was her reply:
Oh, it's not just you, a lot of guys feel hurt that they feel off my radar. It's the distance, we are to far apart for anything to evolve. I only want something local to focus on and you are just too far away, I am sorry if your feelings are hurt.
My feelings hurt? Hmmmm nope - they are intact and I am very secure and confident in who I am. I was shocked that she went a full 180 upon seeing my photo. Now, I know that everyone has that "ideal attraction" thingy and I know that I am not everyones type and vice versa.
Yes I do know the nature of this site and accept that. People can make of this site what they want - some want just sex, some want to just watch, some want to experiment, and some want the whole enchilada ~ everyone has an idea of what the want, desire and deserve.
To know that Beautifuleyes53 was a beautiful person for her brilliant conversation, her intelligence, her strength, her passion for life and her positive attitude towards life is all the more disappointing and deeply saddens me to find out that she is shallow and superficial.
Please do not take this as a lashing out, or "oh poor me" kind of post ... I am simply sharing an experience from this site. Somewhat of a weather gauge for others.
If you do not agree with this post - I am OK with that. If you are outraged by it ~ that is your right. I simply thank you one and all for reading it.
In closing, all I can say is, "Enjoy life and all its little offerings ~ smiles and happiness can be found all around."
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just my opinion ~
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Publié :21/7/2012 2h17
Dernière mise à jour :26/7/2012 12h14 8359 vues
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Have you ever rented a movie and it looked like it was going to be an interesitng one then all of a sudden one "actor" just tanks the entire movie with lousey acting, horrible impersonations? So much so that you stop the movie only 27 minutes in and return it? Um hmm that is what happened tonight ... Alfonso McAuley was the culprit. He seemed to be a Chris Rock wannabe and he missed the mark completely.
It wasn't until I stopped the DVD and went right to the credits, I thought his face rang a bell ... he also was horrible in "Fat Albert", "Glory Road" and "Nim's Island". How on earth does this hack land any role?
Rare is it that I am critical of a movie in such a negative way but this guy stunk of the movie more than a babies diaper filled with curry riddled poop! It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion while living Groundhogs Day the movie. Oh sure I thought the same thing, it was the character in the movie and not his acting ... no such luck - he just was not the part. I suspect he is related to the producer or director or is sleeping with the key grip or gaffer.
I sure wish that I knew how find this guy and ask him to reimberse me for the rental. Remember the name ~ ALFONSO MCAULEY ~ oh and shockingly he has been in a few television series as well.
Oh and the movie that inspired this post ... "Cat Run"
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True story ...
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Publié :18/7/2012 23h02
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 14h42 8255 vues
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So I found this thing on-line, offered 13 ways to make you a better person and feel better about yourself. Here is what I read and how I responded to each one ...
•Buy a coworker her favorite Starbucks frap next time you stop for morning coffee. (*AGAIN?)
•When you're driving, let someone merge into your lane. (*I did as I was flipping them off)
•Offer to stay late and help clean-up at your friend's party. (*it was held at a freakin' 50-acre park .. what the hell??)
•Smile and make eye contact with people in the grocery store. (*I tried but the restraining order is still in place)
•Pay the toll for the person in the car behind you. (*Oh sure and when I look back it’s actually a semi that has to pay by the pound!!)
•Baby-sit for your neighbor's kids while she takes a nap. (*I live next to Octa-mom ~ oh hell no)
•Make small talk with the cashier at your dry cleaner. (*he only speaks Korean - just my luck)
•Let someone go ahead of you in line at the movies. (*I did and the bastard paid in pennies for 3 tickets …)
•Visit family members you haven't seen in a while. (*there is a reason it’s been a while)
•Volunteer to run an errand for a busy coworker. (*seems she wanted to have her shopping done, pick up the dry cleaning, pick up dinner, wash the car … damn it!!)
•Drive a friend to the airport. (*and dodge the sea of taxis that are learning how to drive ~ nice)
•Give a genuine compliment to someone. (*I told my friend he was a good bad example)
•Over-tip your waiter. (*“over tip” … damn my dyslexia)
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People really think like this?
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Publié :18/7/2012 15h05
Dernière mise à jour :26/7/2012 12h17 8008 vues
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I was browsing the net when I stumbled upon this article and was honestly shocked that it was actually published. At first I thought it was one of those "joke articles" but I soon realized that it was not ~ it was suppose to be a "serious" piece.
Sex Positions: What They Say About You
By: D. Barna
Doggy Style
You have a real disdain toward women, and you try and degrade them any chance you get. This stems from deep insecurities rooted in the many rejections you suffered in high school, mostly due to your overwhelming acne and your complete inability to express yourself through fashion. Now that your face has cleared up and you’ve read a couple of AskMen fashion articles, girls actually want to have sex with you (after a few martinis) -- and this is your chance for payback. Doggy style is the best way for you to completely demean your partner by implementing any one of the following: the Donkey Punch, the Ram, the Bucking Bronco, and your all-time favorite, the Dirty Sanchez.
Missionary
You’re someone who doesn’t like to take chances and prefers playing by the rules. That’s why instead of pursuing your childhood dream of becoming a trapeze artist, you’ve been working at the same truck-rental company since college. Luckily for you, your boss’ daughter doesn’t love you for your spontaneity in the bedroom. She loves you because you always speak in a monotone, only ever order chicken at restaurants and still find Jeff Foxworthy hilarious. Besides, whenever she craves sexual enlightenment, she calls your brother, the trapeze artist.
The Cowgirl
You don’t believe in hard work and are used to everything being handed to you on a silver platter. You’re an only child, so all your life your parents bowed to your every whim (did you really need that mini roller coaster built in your backyard?) to make up for the fact that they just didn’t want to do it with each other anymore. Even the girl you’re with now is the daughter of family friends, and the only reason she’s still with you is because the consulting job your uncle got you helps pay for her expensive coke habit. And if all it takes for her to get her fix is to hop on board Kaptain Kielbasa for five minutes until you finish, then so be it. After all, ripping lines in the condo your daddy bought you sure beats working the streets.
The Spoon
There’s nothing more important to you in this world than being in a relationship. All your life you’ve been picked on by your friends, and you've developed low self-esteem as a result. The mere idea of ever sticking up for yourself gives you massive anxiety. The only person that doesn’t pick on you is your girlfriend. She tells you that your body is too spindly, your hair is too thin and your pork loin is too dry to be helpful, not abusive. That’s why you’ll gladly do her nails, zip up her dress and fill her wallet before she goes clubbing with the girls, and why you look forward to holding her hair back when she pukes in the toilet at 4:00 a.m. After all, if she’s blackout drunk, you can spoon her all night long.
The Cat
If you’ve mastered this Tantric favorite, than sex is only your third favorite thing in the world, right behind drum circles and goji berries. You don’t mind physical orgasms, but you prefer spiritual ones, in which your infinite soul is intertwined with your partner’s infinite soul in a fractal sea of synchronicity. Unfortunately, your girlfriend refuses to give you an orgasm -- both physical and spiritual -- until you cut off those mangy dreads. Or better yet, shower.
I would love to hear what your thougths are on this piece. Oh yes and feel free to share this if you like.
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Wow .. really?
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Publié :18/7/2012 14h37
Dernière mise à jour :23/7/2012 23h02 7083 vues
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I was just looking at my blogs and realized that the last entry was April 1st? What the hell ~ right?
So lately I have been laying low and trying to get through another sucessful season. In the room we have a CD mix that had this song on it and well, it sort of became an interesting song to work out to ~
Rockstar
By: Nickelback
I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)
I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher
And James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair
And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)
I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves
To blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial
Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs
Lipsynk 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial
Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
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Welcome to April ~
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Publié :1/4/2012 8h53
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 14h42 8188 vues
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Welcome to April ... this month you an celebrate:
Month:
National Humor Month
International Guitar Month
Keep America Beautiful Month
Lawn and Garden Month
National Poetry Month
National Pecan Month
National Welding Month
Records and Information Management Month
Stress Awareness Month
Sexual Assault Awareness Month
Weekly Celebrations:
Week 1 Library Week
Week 1 Read a Road Map Week.
Week 2 Garden Week
Week 3 Organize Your Files Week
Week 3 Medical Labs Week
Week 4 Administrative Assistants Week
Week 4 National Karaoke Week
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Whew ~ what a month ...
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Publié :31/3/2012 1h22
Dernière mise à jour :26/7/2012 12h15 7994 vues
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As the month of March comes to a close - I can look back and honestly say "Thank goodness it's over." Now, please do not take that completely wrong ... I enjoyed every day of the month but some of them were rather trying.
I have tried to log onto here and add more blogs but life, sports and family seem to always get in the way .. what the hell right? Yes I know this is a "swingers" site and not everyone who reads these expects to read about the daily hum-drum life I lead but that is just how the dice rolls sometimes.
Sure I could go into how over the course of the last few weeks I have found ample time to put in a porno and masturbate to exhaustion. I will always find "me time" regardless of how busy I get.
I very much enjoy the feeling I get from an orgasm weather it be by my hand or an others. No, I do not switch hands and imagine someone else ... sheesh that's a myth.
Oh but three weeks ago I popped in a particular DVD that I enjoy watching - very erotic - lots of hard - hot wild sex. Anyway, as I was sitting there listening to the sounds I realized it was not really turning me on - my mind went completely blank. Well that just would not do - so, I logged onto my computer and started looking at a few of the photos that on-line friends have sent me. Well needless to say that did the trick - I have some very sensual, sexy and playful women I converse with on here.
Please do not take this as an insult or anything negative - I suppose it is my way of saying that each of you that I communicate with on here stimulates me in a variety of ways and for that I am ever so thankful.
Anyway - getting back to me masturbating ... so I after opening a few photos, I went back to the DVD and it was a whole new ballgame! My cock was as solid as granite - my mind was racing - imagining positions, sensations, tastes, sounds and so on ... in no time at all I was seconds away from spilling my cum all over my stomach ~ or so I though!!
There I was, naked on my bed, right leg bent, stiff cock in my right hand stroking in a squeezing motion - I found myself letting out moans of pleasure - looking down at the pre-cum on the tip of my cock I reached up with my left hand and spread it all over and around the head. That provided my right hand this nice lubrication to stroke even faster - now making an amazing wet sound which aroused me even more.
As I reached closer to my orgasm, I intensified the squeezing as my hand reach the bottom of my cock and as I was about to cum - I let out a moan - squeezing / holding back from shooting my load. Again looking down so I could see my cum ~ I released my breath and grip at the same time - what happened next made me smile and feel sad.
The first spasm had a stream of cum shoot up to the middle of my stomach. The second spasm launched a solid stream of cum under my chin and the third and final - well that went right over my head - literally!
Now why you may ask was I sad after such an intense orgasm? Now come on .. I am sure you know why already. Imagine how that would have felt if inside a pussy, an ass or a mouth? Or even spraying over some erect nipples and warm sweaty breasts ... imagine the possibilities. Ohhh and that would have been so hot to see someone slowly licking it off my body.
OK, well there you have it - a blog with a little bit of everything and I hope that you enjoyed it. I hope that this inspires you to write me an masturbation story of your own ... I will keep them all private so feel free to be as creative as you desire.
Now you know why I am called, Happy Synner.
ps ~ please feel free to send more motivational photos if you desire - for my desire.
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