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There was another thread that got me to thinking. All of the ladies out there are due a big thank you. If I'm an example of the average guy you see, there are probably a lot of other overweight, bald, middle aged or older guys you see as clients...men who don't fit the criteria of "attractive" or "handsome" You see us anyway, treat us like we are your boyfriend, and you, our girlfriend. You provide for us, companionship which is lacking in our lives for a variety of reasons. You don't come to the door, say hey, you don't look like what I expected, and leave. You arrive, and seem generally happy to meet us, or see us again. Yes, we do pay a donation, but that feeling, beyond just sexual, you give by showing us that smile, and happiness to see us, it does transcend money. You may not hear this enough, but ladies, you are appreciated. A sappy but sincere rambling RG

Speaking of the war.... My paternal grandfather died about 3 months before I was born... he was 70 when he passed away. My mom said he was a very quiet man, given to solitude and reflection; my father never spoke of his father in loving terms. I found out that in his early 20s he served and was wounded (shot in the thigh) with countless other Canadians in France in the First World War... I would think that imagery like this could only cause one to envision Hell on earth... living among the dead buddies you fought beside, living in your own filth, being urged over the top knowing that you are probably going to die....

this. Thought I would share it

Raisin cookies that look like chocolat chip cookies are one of the reason why I have trust issues...

In his youth, our esteemed Old Dog was quite an athlete and excelled in these dog sports: Frisbee Champ: Surfing Dog Champ: Obstacle course champ: Scuba Diving Champ: Now that he's retired, he prefers to just entertain good friends:

I believe hell is the turmoil we create within outselves. We all have the potential to live rich and rewarding lives. Each indivudal creates the life they want and if we are experiencing problems or road blocks we need to go within and check to see if we are following our true path and dreams. Hell is experienced when we let others or outside influences tell us what is right or wrong. Live your true life and you will be in heaven here on earth.

Any info on the sp from BP advertises as a Kim Kardashian lookalike? Pictures are smoking hot but not heard anything about her. Any info appreciated. If need be PM me.

I used to feel part of the race, part of it all when I was young and carefree.. In a small world of fun with friends and being taken care of. Now that I'm grown I see it much differently. So differently I stay in my small world in a child like state once again being the only thing I can do to stay human. The human race is just that, a race in two ways. First it's a race in a sea of many races and second it is a race to the finish. The word "race" dates back to the thirteenth century to refer to any ethnic group or nation and the current concept of "race" dates back to the seventeeth century. I don't know how the human race lived before I Was born 29 years ago, but, race has been brought to my attention as something much different than nations, ethnic background, colours, religions ect.. Growing up we were taught that we were superior and top of the food chain, this human race of ours. I would not categorize myself as a part of the human race. Seems like more and more people are in a race for themselves, trying to get whatever they can however they can before the end of the race. Getting ahead in this race requires motives that I do not possess. Motives and tacticle skills that are beyond my ability to utilize them. I look around at all the people and I see people turning off that special trait called "caring" in order to gain what they want out of life. Respect for elders has deminished, caring for others is a joke, honesty is a quaint antique that has long since retired. People blaming others instead of taking responsibility. Sure, not everyone is part of this race of humans that may work like this..I know that..That's what keeps me sane enough to keep going .Hope.I've pulled over and out of the race, and I don't know how long I'll be at this rest stop for. It's quiet here, peaceful. It's an honest haven... It's just too unsettling for me to go on in a race or world if you will that operates in way that I cannot get so low to demean myself and others and pretend "I don't care" or people don't matter, "It's just business" just doesn't cut it. Far too many humans part of this race are more of a sub-human culture and the farthest thing from humanity. There is a dying breed out there of good honest individuals that have a heart and care for others. You can tell this breed from others because they struggle with humanity floating between insanity refusing to give in to the "normal" acceptable reality and yet still have to be surrounded by it. These people care for others, are honest and loving..They don't gossip or plot to take down one another, slander and hurt each other for fun or to get ahead in the race. Sleeping at night doesn't come easy for me..I can't change the world and I can't accept it, so I created my own world and in my own world I will stay-away from this plagued race. I do have hope I do have hope

http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/forumdisplay.php?f=68 http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/forumdisplay.php?f=125 You're welcome.:)

I like RG because we seem to be on the same page on almost everything. His posts are always entertaining and absorbing. And he's one of the most prolific contributors to the board.

After a year and a half of unconditional love, developing an allergy to your sweet pets (admission was the worst part). Guess I will stock up on antihistamines.

I just wish he'd be talked about less. To be honest it's filling up time normally dedicated to more relevant football analysis (e.g. X's & O's and covering other teams). Anyway, on the topic of the playoffs, did anyone watch that Saints-49ers game. I've seen almost every game the past 5 years and this was the best ending I've experienced by far. I thought the game was over 3 times before it actually ended. Can't believe my dad went to see a play instead of staying to watch it with me!

I like Roaming Guy because he is the "model client".

Thanks Phaedrus, for the opportunity to link up to The Band and play one of my faves: We Can Talk http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGgl427kRME Likewise, I have still not had the opportunity to milk that cow.

I was humming a tune to myself and had an epiphany. "When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in anyway. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the doors." The Beatles nailed it. The common source of disconnect for most of us is age. I will assure the majority of you young whippersnappers, that what you are feeling now, is the same damn thing all of us felt when we were young whippersnappers. Here's the thing. When we were younger we felt immortal. We may have been shy and introverted but we were shy and introverted "en masse." The way we socialize kids, the way it has been for generations now is that we grab all of the kids born in a particular year and throw them together. From the ages of 4 through 24, more or less, we are artificially connected to everyone else we know because that is what is expected. We have common experiences. We eat at the same time. We read the same books. We listen to the same music. We wear the same clothes. We urge each other to conform. We urge each other to rebel. We love the same things. We hate the same things. It's not 100% - we all have our things that go against the grain, but for the most part we are connected; we "belong." Then it happens. The cruel reality of the "grown up" world. You are thrust into society, naked. That group of people that fed your id, ego and super ego have vanished. They are still there, but not in your immediate vicinity. They are in other places in society, equally naked. It's scary. Some people have the basic survival techniques to become accepted and to accept rather rapidly. It doesn't mean that they don't feel the isolation, they just seem to cope better. I am sitting here writing this as a guy that has experienced everything you have felt. I still do feel much the same angst, the same disconnect in a lot of ways. The difference? Years. Lots and lots of years. I still find many of the things that my juniors, my contemporaries and my elders do or say, absolutely asinine or conversely works of genius. I am now a gregarious loner. A shy extrovert. A happy madman. Serenely out of control. A paradox incarnate. My connection to the real world? It's tenuous and unshakable. It is both fluid and static. Dynamic and immovable. I am just a regular guy that understands, in a changing world, that I will never understand. I live my life knowing that I will never know everything I want to know and know too much of what I don't. I am cool with that.

Well folks it is Saturday - Great day to get together and watch some sports and drink some cocktails :) Why don't you folks pop on over the the mansion ..... Watch some of our favorite sports Drinks some cocktails ..... We even have a couple new hostesses !! Old Dog found this hot little filly somewhere ? not sure where actually And this former Hooters beau....(cough cough) ahem.... waitress Should be fun fun fun :) I am still having some eye troubles so If I bump into you once and awhile dont be alarmed Disclaimer FB BBM Lodge will not be held responsible for any legal action pertaining to excessive alcohol consumption, poop on shoes, injuries pertaining to playing toilet seat horseshoes, sexual harrasment from our hostesses, or from flirting with our watchdogs

Having a hotel room across from an ice machine when your trying to sleep..

I called them up the other day, Those Bastards Fat, the Guys that Weigh I hoped they'd send some fun my way To lighten up a dreary day. The guy who took my call, I swear Was very much the worse for wear. I asked what had caused this distress And why he sounded such a mess. "A quiet night at our HQ, We had a beer - just one or two. Don't you worry, have no fear We do this most nights of the year There's no cause for you to be wary - Now, what's your fancy? Bald or hairy?" I made my choice - I won't say what; They said they'd be there in a shot. So, preparation: in a trice I'd half a case of beer on ice. A pizza ordered, soon was there All was set, with time to spare. Fast-forward, then; it's five to five A truck has rattled up my drive. I noted then, with great distrust That there was much less truck than rust I wondered, with a little fear - "How on earth did *that* get here?" But that was nothing to my fright At what then assailed my sight. A bulging gut, with faded jeans (they were quite bursting at the seams) But as for hair, they are no liars: His head was as bald as his tires! I asked him if he'd come inside - Recover from his rattling ride He looked quite sore, of that I'll vouch He quickly fell upon the couch I offered him a beer, then two They quickly vanished from my view. A third was downed, and as I watched Persistently he scratched his crotch! I wondered then, with trembling knees - Was it crabs, or was it fleas? Did I really want to know? How could I get him to go? He ate my pizza, drank my beer He belched - and farted too, I fear. And then the bugger fell asleep It's quite enough to make one weep. Three hours later - that's no joke The bastard finally awoke. I hustled him out of the door And hoped I'd never see him more. My prayers weren't answered from above - "The truck won't start - I need a shove!" I donned my coat, and went outside And laboured at his rusting ride I pushed and shoved, with might and main I swear I nearly burst a vein! Finally, the engine caught My efforts wouldn't be for naught And so I sent him on his way I'd had enough for just one day. And so here ends my sorry tale; My evening with a human whale. So if you're ever tempted by The prospect of a fleshy thigh Please make sure your tastes don't lack A great love of a hairy back Stock up on liquor, and make sure Your drive goes downhill from your door!

I would like to thank those who have, in the past and very recently, brought to my attention the existence of profiles on adult sites and advertisements in other cities that are using my pictures. I encourage anyone who notices one of the lovely cerb ladies' pictures being used in a suspicious manner to let her know. Further, I have learned that watermarking your photos is very important and am working on this as we speak. Help us maintain our individuality and our reputations! :smile:

Two tours of Iraq...enough said.

It's entirely possible for men and women to be "just friends". But you need to dump the "just"; by itself that word betrays a bias within the question. They're friends. The first step in maintaining a quality friendship between a man and a woman is to recognize that friendship by itself is highly valuable. Sometimes friendship *is* the ultimate and most rewarding relationship for two people; you can't think of it as some kind of lesser, consolation prize you settle for instead of sex. The vast majority of the most important, deepest, and enduring relationships in my life have been friendships, and several of those have been with women. And these were not, if you'll accept my word for it, cases of either party settling for friendship instead of a secretly pined-for sexual relationship. Friendships let you explore each other's minds, attitudes, hopes, fears, and enjoy each other's company foremost as two human beings who just happen to be of different genders. Lifelong friendships endure through all kinds of dramatic changes and transitions, and your friends can know you deeper than lovers through accumulated time and experience. It's a different way of engaging with another, whole person that doesn't depend on scheming to bump crotches together. The video might have produced different results if the people polled were older. As samples go, hyper-hormonal college kids who are just starting to figure themselves out and find their place among social hierarchies is a tad biased.

In light of recent events, I feel compelled to write this message. There has been much talk lately about the increasing prevalence of negative commentary and in-fighting amongst members of Cerb. My history as a hobbyist dates back approximately thirteen years. In that time I've had the pleasure of meeting many incredible ladies, as well as corresponding with many like minded individuals through forums such as these. I have spent a fair amount of time in cities such as Toronto, and as such I am also a member of other boards. Without going into specifics, I can tell you that they have had, and some continue to have their share of problems. In part, that is why I chose to distance myself from them and join the respected Cerb community. Lately, I have begun to feel that those difficulties endemic to other boards have slowly filtered into our own. I would hope that we as a community will take it upon ourselves not to allow this to transpire. Some of the most endearing features of Cerb include acceptance, non-jugement, unity and community. In some sense of the word, Cerb may even be considered a loosely knit family of sorts, albeit (at times) a bit dysfunctional. This is really the situation I'd like to avoid. Our collective intellect, knowledge and sense of togetherness surely merits more than being reduced to petty squabbling. We ourselves are not the enemy. If anything, we should be rallying together to support initiatves such as the constitutional challenge and other such pursuits that hopefully will strengthen the foothold and legitimacy of the adult entertainment industry. Let us be mindful of the fact that we are here for one another. Cerb is not an entity in and of itself; Rather, it is WE who are Cerb. We make up our community and it is we who are ultimately the authors of our success or misfortune. As the dawning of a new year approaches, let's take it upon ourselves to reflect and resolve to rise up and overcome these issues, in order that we may all benefit the community as a whole. To do otherwise would be a disservice to ourselves and the industry we make up and support. Thank you for reading.

Julianne Moore Christina Hendricks Anne Margret

I offer what I offer with company I choose to keep, I dont provide a menu and I wont discuss services prior to meeting. Is what I offer YMMV absolutely. I give 110% with anyone I visit with and dont offer anything "extra" to those I may click more with. I offer a complete package and not a well I like you so Ill offer this too type of deal. I am not for everyone and everyone is not for me (just like YMMV) - the same goes with the quality level of service I feel comfortable to provide. No compliment, gift, comment or degree of certain attractiveness would ever make me go out my comfort zone. My thoughts are that if you feel you need to ask for a specific service, I am definitely not the lady for you. We will click because we connect on an intellectual level and our date with blossom from there. We offer what we offer as WE as a person and individual are comfortable to offer it, just cause something may be listed as YMMV what makes you think that the more we like you the more we will give above and beyond what we are comfortable with?