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I was thinking the other day about Crop Circles. Like the one below:

Why would Aliens travel thousands of Light Years just to leave obscure designs in wheat. I mean it does not really make sense. I mean everyone says there is some sort of message there but I mean if you are going to all the trouble to travel here seems it would be easier just to leave the message "Hi We are from Planet

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So it's only 4 days in to the 10 day event and I am already completely beat. Mentally and physically. I am just not used to this shit. heh

First we start off with an old friend offering me a job. The words cash and $250 a day caught my attention. Only bad thing is that it turned out to be 16 hour days after my travel time.

So the job... Turned out that a TV crew from FX network was coming in to town. I had never heard of the show, "DVD On TV" before. I knew ...

I just LOVE it when a 'Lee becomes so spastically (my own word) ticklish after orgasm.

It starts off like this: Tie him up tightly bound spread-eagled on the bed. Naked. Throw in a massage with warm baby oil and/or lotion--and I mean ALL over his bod, including his dick and balls. You want everything covered in that baby oil to easily send your fingers rolling all over his tickle spots. Last, but certainly not least, give him a wild hand job with your warm baby oil and/or ...

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Alright. We get it, we really do. Feet tend to be really ticklish, and a lot of people love them.

But enough is enough.

Those of us for whom feet are, at worst, boring and weird, or at best, merely one of many potential tickle spots are banding together in a show of solidarity. Time to let the forum know that not everyone here is a foot fanatic!

Join the FRL! You get a cool rank, and a classy little banner image for your signature!

Be ...

When did we forget our dreams?

The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and yet I am sitting here refreshing my inbox.

We live in trapped loops; reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight varation of the last. ...