what a fucking lame ass post. The board has moved from elementary school to preschool, fucking idiots.

BTW Florida it's a Bimmer not a Bemer

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because they were trying like hell to impress you.  

Just what you need, huh? A bunch of "try-hard" dudes, or guys who are seriously off base when it comes to their own sense of self-worth.

I'm going out on a limb here, but I'll guess you didn't find a "winner" in the bunch. lol

Well, I always brag about my 1 inch dick... Does that count?

don't care about italian handmade shirt. I only like italian food.
I don't spend 350 on slacks,  I'd rather save it up and not waste it. Or see a provider.
I don't like going to nordstrom cuz I don't like shopping. I do like their little cafe.  
I not good friends with a governor but I know that there is a governor inside my car engine.
I'm drinking out of a $20 box wine equivalent of 4 bottles of wine. (I like quantity over quality)
I never thought bimmers were good cars. Way overpriced. I prefer a Korean made cars due to getting more technology at a lower price.

 
I'm the most humble guy on the planet... and that's just how I roll

Girls Bragging! In my prior appointments, I've heard following statements.

I did not ask for any of this info. As a matter of fact, it was all brought up out of the blue!

"This is an Italian made watch."
"These designer jackets costs $2000"
"I got these designer shoes at ____ "    (I forgot what high end brand it was cuz I wasn't interested)  
"I have clients that are senators, governors, CEOs of large corporations" (This was mentioned maybe half a dozen times)
"This is a $1000 designer hand bag"

Also, a provider who is half my age and good looking made fun of me for hobbying, she said  "I'm not the one who has to pay for sex". (I no longer see her)  

What's up w'dat?!

Probably not.  But if someone could invent that program he'd be a millionaire.
And get his jeans at Nordstrom.
PS: I buy my Levis at Kohls. Same shit.

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My reviews are very different.

I tell the truth in my reviews..
Read them..
There is no conquest in my seeing escorts..
It's an adventure for me.
I truly respect the ladies, and what they do....

Sometimes.. The experienced guys seem like whormongeres..
I don't belive they are all so hard, and tough..
They just like to brag..  
That's all.    It's like when I was in high school.
I dealt with those people.. Guys, and Girls the same way I do now.
Like children..
Because... Deep inside??
That is exactly what they are..

I actually feel sorry for the lot..
Big reason I don't post as much anymore...
I can't help these people!?!?
Most of them are morons..

Sorry everyone/. Exclude yourself if you see fit..
I know you agree with me....
Just afraid to say it...

It's so sad.. We are talking to stupid people

I'm a thousandaire.
My most expensive pair of pants cost about 30 bucks.
I can't stand the governor.
I drive a 90s vintage American made truck with 275,000 miles on it.
I don't drink wine and wouldn't know the difference between a thousand dollar bottle and a three dollar bottle.
I do have a couple of handmade shirts but they were made by my mother and she is not Italian.

See, I had this scaly rash on my right butt cheek, so I sort of avoided the hobbling thing when I thought it was flaring up. So, it felt like it was clearing up one day and I figured it was under control. I didn't do the two-mirror thing to actually LOOK at it; I just checked out the ads and found a woman I thought was sexy.

We'll call her Rosa, but that wasn't her real name. Rosa was a charming raven-haired vixen with a slender waist and balanced weight up top and down bottom. She did the usual thing at the door with the big bright smile, warm hug, LFK, then it was her style, apparently, to start off with a massage to relax me. Fine. Massage is fun. So I got naked and laid face down on the bed while she got the hot oil thing going.

So Rosa no more than starts and I hear this gaspy shriek. I sort of half roll over and look at her. She's making the sign of the cross and muttering under her breath.

"How long has THAT been there?" She asked, tilting her clasped hands toward my ass.

"You mean that rash?" I said. I explained how it came and went.

Well, it turned out that its shape and coloration on that particular day bore a remarkable resemblance to the Blessed Virgin Mary. Rosa was ecstatic! She wanted to call up her girlfriend to come over and see it, but I sort of indicated that I'd rather get on with business.

Anyway, Rosa, as we're calling her, was really impressed. I don't know how she usually performs, but I got really great treatment that day! There was lots of rimming and the most passionate and reverent ass-kissing I've EVER had! Rosa was REALLY impressed, and I didn't do any bragging at ALL!

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When I asked for references.. He said, "my pal here is tight with dana white if that helps somehow"

Hope your foot doesn't hurt with that name you just dropped on it.

And make them uncomfortable.

"Whats up w'dat?"    dat be their insecurity equalizer speakers singing to you   .

  Same kind of guys who don't remove their shoes when stomping on your Oriental carpet,  or your Foyer marble floor .  

   My tow truck picks up more broken beemers  than any other brand .

  Has anyone else noticed , generally speaking ,  Asians in general don't brag at all .