SpeedyPC
The Dark Lord of Wet Shaving
34c that's nothing, try 47c roughly about 116.6f
34c that's nothing, try 47c roughly about 116.6f
But it's a dry heat.34c that's nothing, try 47c roughly about 116.6f


Thank you, I like it.Your home must be beautiful to behold![]()
You are a good man Charlie.I understand. Had I remained in my old home it would’ve cost 100K to make all the necessary repairs and upgrades to make it livable for the next 20 years. I bought a house that, while some work was necessary, in the long term will be significantly less expensive than staying where I was. Plus, my daughter and son-in-law now have a lovely situation to raise their children. It was a win-win.
You are a good man Charlie.
You are not a good man Speedy
When it's the best timing for the butt then?monday is just a troubling day if we want to go play outside... want to go out to try shooting a fun shave gear photo... butt timing is horrible...
Are you being cheeky?When it's the best timing for the butt then?
I think anyone would be thunder struck for words to say in that situation. Sorry you had to experience that.Today, I bumped into a dog walking acquaintance of mine. We usually exchange a few minutes of conversation on my daily walks several times weekly over the last few years. I do enjoy talking to him, and like him as a person, and his elderly Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Today's conversation was a conversation I was not expecting. He came straight out with it; he told me he was terminally ill with cancer, and they had given him weeks. I just couldn't say anything. What an awful moment that was. I put my hand on his shoulder, looked him in the eye briefly, I had tears in my eyes, and just walked away.
So I will come straight out of it too: My panic attacks last year mostly, were based in these kind of conversations I wish I hadn't done.Today, I bumped into a dog walking acquaintance of mine. We usually exchange a few minutes of conversation on my daily walks several times weekly over the last few years. I do enjoy talking to him, and like him as a person, and his elderly Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Today's conversation was a conversation I was not expecting. He came straight out with it; he told me he was terminally ill with cancer, and they had given him weeks. I just couldn't say anything. What an awful moment that was. I put my hand on his shoulder, looked him in the eye briefly, I had tears in my eyes, and just walked away.
There's nothing wrong with caring for other people Randy. That's who you are. You do you.So I will come straight out of it too: My panic attacks last year mostly, were based in these kind of conversations I wish I hadn't done.
I really don't know to handle it. I'm jealous of the people who don't care about anyone except from themselves. This kind of people survive today.