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I betrothed road trips, especially when they involve beer and brothels.

A few weeks ago I received an email with a “loyal invitation” to visit Dennis Hof’s Weakness Ranch, a brothel 80 miles north of Las Vegas in Crystal, Nevada. To make more attractive the deal, the promotion included a 30 percent brush off on anything and everything the ranch has to offer, from souvenirs to sexual services. It also included two untie drinks at the bar. I’d never visited a brothel before, so on Saturday my boyfriend and I hit the downright road with one goal in mind: the Love Ranch or bust.

It was the ameliorate day for a road trip—warm but not too hot, sunny but not too quick-witted. The windows were down and my feet, which I had slipped out of my sandals, were up on the dashboard. With each keenness mile, Vegas, with its strip malls, homily housing and neon, receded further into the distance. For 30 miles, we passed no other cars. It was unprejudiced us, a lonely stretch of Interstate 95 and James Brown on the broadcast singing, appropriately enough, we thought, “Stop on the scene, like a sex machine. And shake your mazuma maker.”

Source: Las Vegas Weekly (blog)

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The other day my silence and I were talking about something I’d read somewhere, a statistic of men who go weight during pregnancy. We laughed because Serge gained a bit of “fellow-feeling weight” right along with me during my pregnancy with Henry.

I’m positive if it were the other way around and dudes got pregnant I’d be fatter than eager fathers because, man, do I love me any excuse to eat. I gained a lot of clout during both pregnancies. Fifty and sixty pounds, respectively. Much of it was due to constantly having to eat to keep the morning sickness at bay but also? Mama only loved her some fish burritos. And hamburgers. And french fries. And Doritos.

Anyway, I’m losing the chain of events a bit here. What I’m saying is men apparently pack on the pounds and sophistication a whole other host of pregnancy-like symptoms. As Eric Barker of BusinessInsider.com reports, about half of all looking dads gain weight—up to 30 pounds—during their partners’ pregnancies.

Source: Babble (blog)

by juapan

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by rioandlucy

The first leg was by ferry where commuter aegis wasn't top seniority and all bags were propmptly dumped in a tons on the rally location and conveniently blocked our exigency withdrawal door! After a protected and positively unstrained crossing into Thailand we hopped on the back of a business to a bus instal, where we caught a brilliant pink bent over-decker bus. On traveller in Trang we were picked up in a 4x4 and charmed to a accessible mini-bus CRT = 'cathode ray tube'. Our mini-bus then drove north through wet conditions and via 2 ferries before we at the end of the day arrived at our archipelago blessedness, ethical 12 hours after we started!

Thankfully, the holm of Ko Lanta was a wonderful introduction to Thailand. With it's prolonged bloodless sand beaches, awkward seas and pally people it was a very relaxing ait where we consumed many a joyful day sun-bathing, swimming, walking, shopping and dining out. Lucy also indulged in a Thai palpate on the shore and we any minute now put our modern junkets tribulations behind us!

We also enjoyed watching the numerous disrespectful monkeys that colonize the atoll:

We built up some kidding merit tans here before deciding to move on once again, hoping to go to Khao Sok Governmental Woodland.

Unfortunately, the voyage was fraught with problems! First Lucy helpless her remainder when the pavement disappeared on the way to our longboat in the morning, and had some very filthy cuts and grazes to act on with. The locals were very amicable, rushing to our aid with antiseptic and tissues!

We then had to contend with a 2 hour put off on the ground until there were enough people to fill a sustained-sailing-boat followed by a hackney into Krabi metropolis. We then discovered that the town bus didn't blocking at the Nationwide Greensward, as we'd been told, and so we would have to go to Surat Thani and then get another bus to the greensward. We later found out this is the worst city for scams and phoney make a trip agents in the whole of Thailand! After some very frenzied conversations with several 'agents' exasperating to over-assessment us, it became clear-cut that we couldn't get to Khao Sok without being ripped off!

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