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Democracy is rife with "what ifs". Who moderates who? Who is to be trusted to be impartial and unbiased? This is an online, virtual, anonymous community. I would not want to be in charge of finding anyone perfect enough to meet the requirements of monitoring this board, as there is not one participant that doesn't have biases and self interest at hand, while still pleasing the masses that seem to demand their perception of perfection instead of practical application. Given the pettiness, immaturity and nonsense I have seen on the board lately, I would gladly choose to have MOD continue as always and permanently ban the whiners, complainers and shit disturbers. The manipulation and games would push anyone over the fragile edge. I know many "valued" participants would be gone but it would give CERB a fresh start and I for one would be glad to see them go. MOD is constantly taken for granted by both hobbiest and SP alike. Has anyone ever thought of what would happen if CERB were shut down? I mean literally, off the air. Having this board is a privilege not a right. It costs nothing to participate and we all gain from it, but it costs $$$, time, heart and soul to run it. This whole "democracy" issue should have never happened. Who has the right to question and complain about MODs decisions to begin with? It's his board, which means his game, his rules!!! He has the right to make decisions without backlash or complaint from anyone in any form. If you don't like his decisions, LEAVE. There are other boards out there for you to participate on. Don't like those, start your own board. To all of those who have pushed MOD to this, those who complained and pitched hissy fits, give your head a shake, grow up and get a life. You have brought this on CERB. It would serve all those involved if MOD decided to simply close up shop and move on to something that doesn't require hyperbaric sensory deprivation treatments to maintain his sanity. You know who you are. All of you who chose to PM him, giving him a hard time about bans and suspensions. All of you who question his decisions. All of you who take petty squabbles to him instead of being an adult and taking the high road. All of you who feel it's more important to be right than it is to be happy. Life doesn't always work out the way you want it to. Accept it and move on. For those who have been banned, take responsibility for your part in it and....move on. Perhaps if some apologies and self policing were implemented, this would all go away. Use a little common sense and empathy from now on and maybe all of this can be resolved without complicating life any more than it already is. cat

This summer, I met a girl, couple of years younger than me. I met her I was walking my dog around in Wolseley, as she has a dog too. We became fast friends and we spend a lot of our free time together. Now, she kind of escaped a very bad situation in a small town in the prairies and basically came to Winnipeg with her dog, her 12 year old son and the clothes on her back. Discovering these facts, I helped her and her son out this summer, as much as I possibly could. Yesterday, we were outside in my backyard, enjoying the sun, and talking about men and sex. I battled internally, whether to tell her or not what it is I do for a living. Needless to say, the conversation led us to sex for money and I blurted out, 'That's what I do for a living.' I almost closed my eyes for fear of a bad reaction, but she was amazed! She started to tell me how she always wanted to get into this, but being brand new to Winnipeg, she had no idea how. She jumped up, gave me a high five and told me I was officially the coolest chick she's ever met. lol Wow. Not the reaction I was expecting from a small-town girl. So before I take up any more of anyone's valuable long week-end, I just wanted to share with all my friends that I now have a protege I am working with, and we're thinking of unleashing all her bent-up sexual fantasies to life, in Brandon. Before we do so however, I will be working with her to prepare and inform her how us SPs do it. Stay tuned for Winnipeg's Newest Hottie, personally trained by yours truly. ;)

Growing up, my dream career was to be a pilot in the military...and not flying fighters, I wanted to fly Hercules transport planes But I have to wear glasses, nyet to flying in the military So I still wanted to be in the military as a career, either infantry or armoured corp (did 2 years in the infantry) but got diagnosed with a medical condition which bars military service, and got me medically discharged Thought of the police, but couldn't pass the medical Found a job (not career) in a government department which falls under Public Safety and Security. I've spent 25 years, 5 more till retirement I guess one highlight of my job (and this is pre 9/11) was a terrorist was in Canada applying for refugee status. In my dealings with him, well lets say he didn't like me...and wrote a threatening letter to me, the gist of it was he wanted Alah strike me down dead (this is true btw) Dept of Immigration wanted him removed from Canada, but Immigration & Refugee Board were going to let him stay in Canada, but the evidence I presented plus his letter got him removed from Canada BTW Alah didn't strike me down dead RG

As I think of today, my eyes tear, For the end of the summer is near, Oh the things of my whimsy, Are tops thin and flimsy, On the girls who have shed their brassiere. With autumn, comes heavier wear, With nary an inch of flesh bare, But I must confess, My eyes needed the rest, From three months of continuous stare. So, what's a poor guy to do, When the chill winds of autumn blow through? Why the answer is clear, You should know it, you're here, And you should have thought of it, too. Oh the options we have are so many, Be it Karen or Maggie or Jenny, For CERB does provide, A selection so wide, The value is worth every penny. So now, you had better remember, When you're warm in a bed in December, With a wonderful feeling, As you stare at the ceiling, Thank god I read this in September.

1. My first job was working in an Orange Juice factory, but I got canned. Couldn't concentrate. 2. Then I worked in the woods as a Lumberjack, but just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the axe. 3. After that, I tried being a Tailor, but wasn't suited for it --mainly because it was a sew-sew job. 4. Next, I tried working in a Muffler Factory, but that was too exhausting. 5. Then, tried being a Chef--figured it would add a little spice to my life, but just didn't have the thyme. 6. Next, I attempted being a Deli Worker, but any way I sliced it... couldn't cut the mustard. 7. My best job was a Musician, but eventually found I wasn't noteworthy. 8. I studied a long time to become a Doctor, but didn't have any patience. 9. Next, was a job in a Shoe Factory. Tried hard but just didn't fit in. 10. I became a Professional Fisherman, but discovered I couldn't live on my net income. 11. Managed to get a good job working for a Pool Maintenance Company, but the work was just too draining. 12. So then I got a job in a Workout Center, but they said I wasn't fit for the job. 13. After many years of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as a Historian - until I realized there was no future in it. 14. My last job was working in Starbucks, but had to quit because it was the same old grind. 15. SO, I TRIED Retirement AND FOUND I'M PERFECT FOR THE JOB!

Rules for grocery cart travel 1. Always book through a reputable grocery cart travel agent. 2. Test drive your cart before accepting it as your final choice. Beware of: (a) Wonky Wheel - the cart that has a wonky wheel will whip your cream, scramble your eggs and bounce your beef. Wonky wheels are generally a front wheel that flutters wildly at any speed beyond a crawl. (b) Skid wheel. - the antithesis of wonky wheel, skid wheel locks up and makes it feel like you are pushing a snow shovel through three feet of snow rather than gently pushing your cart. 3. Avoid persons with blue hair, support hose, polyester pants, and thick glasses. Sure. They look like grandma. That's what they want you to believe. They are hell spawn. They use the innocent guise to take out their built up rage by targeting the Achilles tendons of anyone in their vicinity. 4. Avoid families. Families tend to park their carts in the dead centre of an aisle with the sole purpose of dominating a section and blocking you from getting what you want. Skirt around them and hit them from behind, using skills you learn from blue haired people. 5. Produce section. Vegan and environmentalist alert. You will see them, the gaunt and urban hip, patrolling the free range lettuce section. They sneer at your factory farm celery and prepackaged carrots. Fuck em up by taking the pepperoni sticks that you are going to buy, opening, eating and breathing on them. They will flee. 6. Dairy section. Frequently dominated by egg inspectors and milk carton expiration checkers. Nothing you can do about these, they are implicit in the region. Flatulence seems to be a short term plan to drive them off briefly, but they will return. 7. Frozen food aisle. Only a boon in the summer time. Personal experience says that it is impolite to ask buxom young women to remove their parkas mid winter whilst strolling in this section. 8. Bread and pastry aisle. Perhaps the one safe haven in the store, you can protect yourself between the standing piles of bread and pastry. 9. The checkout. Take the mid size line. The short line will be dominated by people who have healthier food than you and will mock you for the Pogos, pop tarts and frosted flakes in your cart. Longer lines are dominated by families sending their offspring for one last thing, alcoholics paying for their discounted food with dimes, nickels and pennies, and the blue haired people attempting to use coupons that expired in the 1970s. 10. Best advice? Move to a town that lets you shop online and delivers the food to you.

Yes, you are taking it out of context. It is clear that I mean 'having feelings' in an inappropriate way, delving into an sps personal life, claiming her for yourself, telling her she simply must be in love with you, asking if you can have sex without paying, asking her out on dates, etc. I am referring to a disrespectful pattern of behaviour. I have love for some of my clients but I am not in love with them, I just care about their happiness. THAT's how I do my job. Meeting clients, fostering an sp/client relationship, growing to appreciate them and respect them as good and kind men, that's how I do my job. I don't know anyone, including clients, who would respond well to "you're in love with me, I know it." That kind of bullying statement is unwanted by anyone, not just working girls.

Amelia, you hit the nail on it's head. Escorting is a business. It's the business of providing pleasure. It's a job to the providers. They choose it for varous reasons. Some enjoy sex, some enjoy pleasuring people, some like the good money it makes, still some do it because it doesn't require educational or professional qualifications. I think football players work their bodies harder than escorts do. It seems everyone wants to be a major leaguer. I think criminal defense lawyers need more justifications for their choice of profession. Yes, everyone, including criminals, deserves a good defense under the constitution. But everyone has the right to pursue happiness too. Lawyers often defend criminals and escorts always pleasure clients. Which is a better choice? So those clients who use Main Stream Society values to judge escorting may need modify some of it's values regarding pleasure, love and the role of marriage. ;) ;) Posted via Mobile Device