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I do run mu own business, and sometimes I see clients in my own home. Some of my clients are groups of 10 or so people. It's not sex work of any kind, mind you.

Funny enough from what I've read on swinger culture stats, so would he.

I don't sit on BART as it is.

More often then not, if my sex party is going bad... Then it looks like this:

But to tell you the truth, when I have a sex party, it turns out like this:

I'm willing to bet that Eutopia's enemies - in other contexts - would be quick to tell you how much they value freedom and limited government intervention.

Yeah I'm with you in the sense that these types of freedoms have become part of SF's identity.
These new residents want SF and its coolness, but without the gross parts because ew !
It's kinda like if they made the historically gay Castro district into yuppified blandness (which is kinda underway already)...

I live in San Francisco. Honestly, I'm pretty sick of being visually assaulted by shriveled dicks as I go about by my day, but (butt!) it's not that big a deal. The nudity ban is a recent thing. SF has always been a bastion of freedom of expression and whimsy.

It's the premature looking jowling. Racism gives you jowls.

I said the same damned thing. He looks like a ruddy faced, no lips, suspender wearing good old boy. Jackass.

He looks exactly like I'd expect a racist sociopath to look like. Also, like many of my relatives.

It's like he decides what to wear in the morning based on how racist it will make him look

We could just arrest PUA's. I'm sure there's some law on the books about it being illegal to pollute the gene pool.

Let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe he's just a PUA who took negging way too far!

The headline loaded first and when the picture popped up I was like "well, that's exactly what I expected him to look like." Sometimes stereotypes are mind-blowingly accurate.

No one will top this. It is my friends' favorite story to tell at parties because no one can ever beat it:

More cute than insane. Waiting back stage at the Kennedy Center Honors, just me and Tom Hanks. He was waiting for his cue to enter, and I was the first to places for the choir entrance. Mr. Hanks was watching the backstage monitor as the house camera panned the audience. When the camera landed on Rita Wilson, Mr.

I met John Ritter in a bar and he asked me to hold his beer. Then he immediately yelled, "BARTENDER! THIS KID IS GETTING DRUNK OVER HERE!!", which made everyone in the bar turn and look, and me blush like crazy (I was 11). Then he bought me a water... which, errm.. was free. Because water. Also because open bar..