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fake or not...she's hot. I'm generally into more natural women, but she's gorgeous. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

Here's the article from AP...I wanna be sedated!!! Punk Rocker Joey Ramone Is Dead at 49 > > > By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS > > > > Filed at 11:31 p.m. ET > > > > NEW YORK (AP) -- Singer Joey Ramone, the punk rock > icon whose > signature yelp melded with the Ramones' three-chord > thrash to > launch an explosion of bands like the Clash and the > Sex Pistols, > died Sunday. He was 49. > > Ramone, the gangly lead singer with the leather > jacket, tinted > glasses and permanently-torn jeans, was hospitalized > last month > with lymphoma. His death was confirmed Sunday by > Arturo Vega, the > Ramone's longtime artistic director. > > The Ramones -- its four members adopted the common > last name after > forming the band in 1974 -- came out of Queens, a > motley collection > of local losers with limited musical skills. Joey > became the lead > singer only after his drumming proved too > rudimentary to keep up > with his bandmates' thunderous riffs. > > While British bands such as the Sex Pistols and > Clash received the > media attention once punk rock exploded, both were > schooled by the > Ramones' tour of England that began on the U.S. > Bicentennial -- > July 4, 1976. > > ``They changed the world of music. They rescued rock > and roll from > pretentiousness and unnecessary adornments,'' said > Vega. > > Their ``do-it-yourself,'' garage-rock influence > still echoes today > in bands like Green Day and the Offspring. The > low-tech Ramones > spent just two days and $6,000 recording their 1976 > debut album. > > ``They're the daddy punk group of all time,'' said > Joe Strummer, > lead singer of the Clash, in a recent Spin magazine > interview. > > Despite their influence and critical acclaim, the > Ramones never > cracked the Top 40. > > Bruce Springsteen, after seeing the Ramones in an > Asbury Park, > N.J., club, wrote ``Hungry Heart'' for the band -- > but his manager > convinced The Boss to keep the eventual hit single. > > The Ramones' best-known songs reflected their > twisted teen years in > Queens: ``Beat on the Brat,'' ``I Wanna Be > Sedated,'' ``Now I Wanna > Sniff Some Glue,'' ``Teenage Lobotomy,'' ``Sheena Is > a Punk > Rocker.'' > > Joey Ramone was born Jeffrey Hyman on May 19, 1951. > His career > started during the early 1970s glam-rock era, when > he played in > several New York bands -- occasionally under the > name Jeff > Starship. > > But his collaboration with Dee Dee, Johnny and Tommy > Ramone was > something special. They became fixtures in downtown > clubs like > CBGBs and Max's Kansas City, joining fellow punkers > like Patti > Smith and Richard Hell. > > The scene eventually produced commercially > successful bands like > Blondie and the Talking Heads. > > The Ramones recorded their first album of > two-minute, three-chord > blasts in February 1976. The band then earned a > loyal cult > following with a seemingly endless string of tours > where they would > crank out 30 songs in 90 minutes. > > In 1979, Joey and the band appeared in the Roger > Corman movie > ``Rock N' Roll High School,'' contributing the title > song to the > soundtrack. They also did the title track for the > film ``Pet > Semetary,'' based on the book by Ramones fan Stephen > King. > > Their last real stab at commercial success came in a > bizarre 1980 > collaboration with producer Phil Spector -- a > session that bassist > Dee Dee Ramone recalled most for Spector's pulling a > gun on the > band inside his Beverly Hills mansion. > > Joey eventually wound up singing a syrupy version of > Spector's > classic ``Baby, I Love You'' -- the strangest > recording of the > band's 22-year career. The Spector-produced ``End of > the Century'' > did become the Ramones' best-selling record, hitting > No. 44 on the > charts. > > Five years later, the band released ``Bonzo Goes to > Bitburg'' -- > Joey Ramone's angry rant about President Reagan's > visit to a German > military cemetery. > > The Ramones disbanded in 1996 after a tour that > followed their > final studio album, ``Adios Amigos.'' A live > farewell tour album, > ``We're Outta Here!'', was released in 1997. > > Since the band's demise, Joey Ramone kept a fairly > low profile -- > occasionally popping up to perform or host shows at > Manhattan > clubs, making occasional radio show appearances, and > working on a > solo album that was never released. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

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I wouldn't be opposed to it, but I wouldn't seek it out either. The aesthetics of it all are a turn off. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

I'm a true New Yorker. Born at NY Hospital in manhattan, and raised from the age of four in LIC and Astoria, Queens. Oh, yeah, and my mom bought me a t-shirt that reads New York Fuckin City. How cool is she? Here's an e-mail that I got from a friend. The things that prove you're a New Yorker. . . 1. You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan. 2. You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building. 3. You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map. 4. Hookers and the homeless are invisible. 5. The subway makes sense. 6. You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual. 7. You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple". 8. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn. 9. You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard. 10. You consider Westchester "Upstate". 11. You think Central Park is "nature." 12. You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking. 13. You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal." 14. You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times. 15. You pay more each month to park your car than most people in the U.S. pay in rent. 16. You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since you went away to camp as a kid. 17. You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans are heading to bed. 18. Your closet is filled with black clothes. 19. You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since 1977, and when you did, it terrified you. 20. You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents. 21. You take fashion seriously. 22. Being truly alone makes you nervous. 23. You have 27 different menus next to your telephone. 24. Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip." 25. America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you. 26. You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form. 27. You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise. 28. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes. 29. $50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag. 30. You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories. 31. You don't hear sirens anymore. 32. You've mentally blocked out all thoughts of the city's air quality and what it's doing to your lungs. 33. You live in a building with a larger population than most American towns. 34. Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean, your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian And that is why I love it. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

I'll be thinking of you mugz ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

HAHAHA!!! Funny you should mention that...This girl that's staying with me, sharing a room with a g/f of hers is rather promiscuous (12 diff guys in 3 months)...anyway, she brings this one guy back to the room that her and her friend share (a common practice by her), they fuck all night, then at one point in the middle of the night, this guy gets out of her bed walks over to the other girls bed and starts pissing. hahaha. not funny for the girl getting peed on, but still funny, and as for the other girl, I've since asked her to move out. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

You can start lining up behind me. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

Yeah, I'm pretty certain that it was the worst sex since my first time, which of course wasn't too bad at all because it was the first time. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

I'm just getting past my nice guyness. I had two girls who I was interested in tell me that they wanted to be no more than friends. They wouldn't want to ruin the good friendship that we had. I don't mind this too much, but when it comes two weeks apart, it's a crushing blow. I'v ealways been the "nice guy" I guess I still am, because I passed up an opportunity to move a casual flirtation to the next level on saturday night. She was drunk, and I was sober. We messed around a little bit at a bar, but I decided not to take it to the next level because she was drunk, or at least more than me. I didn't want to take advantage, and I didn't want sex with womeone that was drunk while I was stone cold sober and not planning on drinking. At four in the morning, rather than follow her to after hours, I gave her a good night kiss and went home, kicking myself the whole way. Shit, I'm still kicking myself for being such a nice guy that i can't help it sometimes. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

Specifically, I mean that she wouldn't go for anything more than missionary and oral. I like to switch things up in bed. At least doggie style or her on top at some point. And by vanilla i mean bland. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

Cuddle, sleep, fuck some more. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

OK...this happened to me twice. Once with a really good friend and once with a girl that was just a friend/clubbing buddy. The good friend and I got really drunk one night and couldn't resist. Mind you this is after about 6 years of flirting, and teasing each other. We both wanted it so bad. Could've been the start of one of the greatest relationships either of us will have ever had. Turned out to be some of the worst sex in my life. And not just because I was drunk, but because she turned out to be the most "vanilla" person in bed. We both agreed that it was a bad idea, and we should never do it again. yadda yadda yadda Flash forward 4 more years...We're the best of friends. I feel that this attempt at sexual relations forged a foundation that will never be shook. We now know that that was not the thing for us. The other girl just turned into a fuck buddy. If we were out and hadn't hooked up with anyone, we'd go home together. She fell out of my life, but not due to the sex. Anyway...just a couple of tales on the subj. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

Pretty funny...Looks like a scene from West Virginia, where the men are men and the sheep are............scared! ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

Just going on age...18 is my limit. but it's actually closer to 22. Me being 25, I find it harder to relate to, or enjoy the company of younger girls. Most 18-20 year old girls are in a different place mentally and emotionally than I am. I know I'm making generalliziations here, but i know that there are exceptions to the rule. For me to mess with an 18 year old, she'd have to be perfect physically, and emotionally mature. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

I;m with purple on this. You need to figure out which is more important. No matter how cool your friend is with the idea, things may never be the same between you two. Things might also work out just fine, but you need to figure out the odds and play them to your advantage. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

Ladies...what would be the ideal cock? If you could design your own personal favorite. ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

cool... ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!! [This message has been edited by blueguy808 (edited 04-13-2001).]

I think this speaks for everyone, thanks np lukey ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

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you're not on any IM's are you? ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

now i'm really looking forward to meeting you... ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

Here you go...last one... I arrive and it is dark and very hot in New York. I grab my small travel bag and I slip off the plane and head for exit. You are standing to the side as I enter the terminal. I recognize you immediately and work my way towards you, our eyes lock. I have on a spaghetti strap khaki colored shirt, pair of khaki colored blue jean shorts, white slouch socks that heighten the color of my tan, and a pair of tan hiking boots. My hair is flowing freely about my shoulders and my skin glistens from the heat. I reach you and drop my bag to the floor. We have been much anticipating this meeting and our desire is running high by this time. I wrap my arms around your neck as you pick me up off the ground in a hug that feels like heaven on earth. I wrap my legs around your waist and plant the biggest, longest, wettest kiss upon your lips. Our tongues devour eachother and my lips feel bruised and violated just seconds later. I place my head on your shoulder to catch my breath and I quiver in your arms. My desire for you making me feel light headed. I un-wrap my legs from around your waist and we hurry from the terminal, hand in hand, towards the car. You toss my bag in the trunk and open my door for me to slip inside. I notice as I slip in your eyes drift to my legs and you slowly run your tongue across your lips, knowing that as soon as we are back at your place, you will get to spend hours between them. On the drive to your place I reach over and grab your hand. I scoot closer to you and place your hand on my knee. I slide my hand just inside your thighs, grazing your erection, now trying to bust free of your shorts. Your hand grips my thigh as I palm your cock in my tiny hand through your shorts and I can hear your breathing instantly become erratic. I slide your hand further up my thighs and you now feel the steamy wetness waiting there for you. I caress your cock for a few minutes and then lean back and close my eyes, thinking about how great you are going to feel and taste. I feel your hand start to undo the button on my shorts and you open the top button and slide your hand down into my shorts. You caress my wet slit through my panties and I sigh softly. You reach into my panties and slide your fingers into the dampness and you smile devilishly, knowing without a doubt that I am hot for you. You slip your one long finger inside me and I gasp from the pure pleasure your touch brings. My breathing becomes hard and raspy as my moans become more pronounced. You start to become extremely aroused and search for a place to exit, knowing we won't make it back to your place. You exit off the freeway and a few minutes later we are pulling into an alley way. You park the car and I am instantly in your lap, tearing at your clothes like an animal. I feel your hands slip inside my shirt and caress my now heaving breasts as the scent of my musk floats through the air around us. I begin to un button your shorts and slide your cock out, you have no boxers on. The wait has been so long for us that my urge for you to be inside me overwhelms me. I slide off my shorts and let them drop to the floor as you remove yours, but before I can straddle your cock you push me back towards the passenger door and onto my back. Your head dis-appears between my thighs and I feel your tongue lapping at my juices, you are like a starving dog, and this excites me even more. I grab a hand full of your hair and pull you into me as I arch my back to meet your exploring tongue. You raise up after several minutes leaving me whimpering for more and you crush me beneath you as you find my lips, silencing me with your tongue. I can smell my juices all over your face and I slide my tongue all over your hairy chin and lips, tasting me on your goatee. I feel your cock throbbing between my thighs, as you slide it back and forth over my now throbbing clit. I arch my hips to you, begging you to enter me. You slowly slide inside me, half way, and then teasingly pull out. You wait and watch as I quiver beneath you, my eyes almost closed from my desire for you. You look into my eyes and I softly whisper up to you to please stop teasing me. Your heart races as you slowly sheath your cock into my hot wet pussy again. I am so hot and tight around your cock that you feel you might instantly explode. You push into me deeper and hold the pressure steady there as your lips once again find mine. Your lips are now demanding, making me respond to yours as you begin to move in and out of my hot pussy slowly. Your lips crushing down onto mine, you begin to slide in and out with more force. My legs wrap around your thighs and I can feel an orgasm building deep inside my body. My nails dig into your butt as I bite your shoulder and your cock urges me closer and closer still. Our bodies sweaty and demanding we become un controlable. My moans become louder and louder and this turns you on more. Suddenly my body stiffens beneath yours and you feel my pussy tighten even more around you and the hot wetness that surrounds you sends you into a frenzy as I am locked into orgasm. You yell out as the most intense orgasm hits you at the same moment and your cock fills my pussy with hot fluid. I muster the strength and push you backwards before you are finished cumming and cover your cock with my lips, tasting our cum all over your shooting cock. Your cock fills my lips with your sweet juices over and over again and I swallow every drop. My tongue drives you crazy and you grab my hair and pull me off, crushing my lips with yours, you slide your tongue inside my lips and taste our cum. Quivering, exhausted, and sweaty, I slide onto your lap and sit facing you. Our eyes lock and you slide your fingers through my messy hair...I say " Nice to finally meet you Jeremy" and we laugh together.... ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!

very nice D ------------------ Peace, -=808=- .:J:. LETS GO METS!!!