Judging from some of the ladies’ responses in this thread, maybe I should set up the camera on a tripod, take off my shirt, and snap pictures every few minutes while I’m running the sawmill like I did most of the weekend. I could host my own web site, for $4.95 a pop … Who am I kidding, I’m slut enough to do it just for the compliments. However, I suspect you all would find that it’s not as erotic in real life as it in your mental images.
Judging from some of the ladies’ responses in this thread, maybe I should set up the camera on a tripod, take off my shirt, and snap pictures every few minutes while I’m running the sawmill like I did most of the weekend. I could host my own web site, for $4.95 a pop … Who am I kidding, I’m slut enough to do it just for the compliments. However, I suspect you all would find that it’s not as erotic in real life as it in your mental images.
I swear, I didn’t hit submit twice. Damned hamsters.
Nah, we just think you’re slut enough for the hamsters to blatantly advertise to the hamsters like that. 
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. . . and you just keep your real life to yourself, thankyouverymuch.
I’ve been around hard-working men my whole life, and I know exactly how you’d smell after a day like that. Still, I’d be happy to evaluate a sawdust-covered picture. My email’s public. I don’t suppose you could dab a little diesel behind your ears while you’re at it?
Cowgirl Jules reminded me of something. . .
. . . remember waaaay back when there was that calendar of Dopers in suggestive photos?
I wonder if the Ladies of the Dope would be up for a “Working Men of the Dope Calendar 2007”. :dubious:
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I know the GF would probably like one.
Few things are, truth be told, but when you see that one thing…and then the memory of that sight transports you back…when the smell or feel of the moment is repeated and you’re whisked away before you can stop yourself, and you gasp out loud at the strength of the butterflies in your stomach and the flush in your cheeks - whoa. You could put that on a plate and serve it for the daily special at the Cafe Erotica.
:o thinking of hot BF…
Dude. You already know my vote!
mmmmm, men…
I’ve seen how white you are. No, thanks.
Hey, you know what else would be creepy? If your GF was reading this RIGHT NOW.
Good post but it rates pretty low on the pit-o-meter (a pitting with a happy ending???)
I’ll give it a 1.3 out of 10.
I tell ya what. . . I’ll call your neighbors and tell ‘em to be peepin’ toms.
Hopefully that’ll make my point clear enough.
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And Gingy, I ain’t that pale.
Where do I send the paypal payment?
That’s it? No snigger or guffaw? I’m disappointed.
All I’m going to say to that is. . . “Yeah, well, she wasn’t . . .”
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Oh, I saw the neighbors today. They acted as if nothing had ever happened.
Even if they were aware of what they’d interrupted (were they?) they’d just about have to act like nothing happened in the interest of peace and harmony.
I mean, otherwise there’s neighborhood awkwardness for miles. Like the neighbor up the street from me that I held at gunpoint after she jumped my fence on a rainy night while having a drug-induced freakout. We *totally * pretend each other doesn’t exist. A little boinkus-interruptus, and they may be giggling a little, but it’s probably a bigger deal to you than to them. We hope, anyway!
Or else you’ve terrified them into amnesia with your cordless drill-weilding prowess.
Terrified? Or maybe…lobotomized??
Hey, what he does in the privacy of his own home with his neighbors and a leather-face mask is his business.