Comments by BaddJack (page 6)

On Table Rock Lake in Missouri there is a regular bar and grill called the Bearded Clam. And the guy's cousin, Richard, runs a place on Lake of the Ozarks half-way between two big marinas. The name of his place? "Big Dick's Halfway Inn." Not a strip club, though.

Along the same vein, I once saw this in law school on an Ethics exam: "If your client accidentally overpays you, in cash, $1000, do you tell your partner?"

how to find MY FaceBook, ladies: search [email protected]. Oh, yeah.

Steve: you, sir, are the Man. We need to party together. Seriously.

Here is the real question: how come the fugly ones give such low mileage? You would think that, like Avis, they would try harder. It never fails, though: Brunhilde latches onto me, I give her a spin and the mileage is subpar. Sister Urban Marie would have called it a "mystery."

roll up a couple hundred bucks in singles and stuff it deeply into your front pocket. Cheaper than a Harley. Works like a charm. Especially when you pull it out.

samsung: review a couple you know and turn it into an Article. We can all comment on the Article and "update" it.

The huge bulge in MY pants is a wad of bills. They ALL want a piece.

Holy Mackerel. Everyone suddenly finds morality on TUSCL? I think pregnant women are hot. And the lactation is an added bonus. C'mon, guys...

Very recently, I saw a dancer that was so drunk she was shmoozing the crowd wearing less than the local ordinances require, and I am quite certain that she did not realize how bare she was. She wobbled and weaved between the tables, and propositioned guys for parking lot extras in a language that was almost English. Then, her song hit the Jukebox. She negotiated the steps to the stage perfectly, danced two songs, and began the wobble and weave as soon as the songs were over. Muscle memory?

yes, Steve, I just visited this club. My review is, ahem, tardy, but I will get on it. The girls were VERY open about "extras" and "satisfaction guaranteed" in the VIP area. The VIP girls do not dance on stage, and vice versa. Weird club. The VIP girls that hit me up, though, were beautiful and sexy.

I lose the accidental deflation possibility. Still chuckling.

Cum in your pants. Do the walk of shame, stain and all. You are a MAN, dammit. One caveat: when it crusts (and it will) you may lose a handful of pubes when you remove the trousers later.

Dammit. It was supposed to read: "Jack's back!! Hey girls, I'll be sittin' on my ass from Friday to Sunday, all shifts, and in between. I will not shave my back until the end of Feb. So come have some fun while I'm in town. Xoxo I understand that they recently remodeled to make room since the demise of HT and the seating is purported to be way better. $20 and I won't go nude and for $40 I won't even go topless. I require more than one of the 12 private VIP rooms, as I am a seriously fat guy, and the "rooms" are tiny. 3 dances for $120? If you insist. Bear in mind, I will make a mess in your hand, or in your hair, during the second song, but I will endeavor to do three if I must. All your fantasies can come true while I am there. I aim to please;) hope to see some of my new friends and "make" and many of them as possible. Muwah! BaddJack. xoxo." Gosh darn editor.....

minutes? You ARE a stud. I time myself with a stop-watch. Hell, I am so old and fat that I can cum faster than I can run the 40.

minutes? You ARE a stud. I time myself with a stop-watch. Hell, I am so old and fat that I can cum faster than I can run the 40.

Touche. I love the ingenuity. I may need to write an "article" about the handjob I got at my 30th high school reunion in a bar with a hundred people.

GMD: Well played.

I once went home from a club with two black eyes. When I plucked the stray TP from her crack, it surprised her so much that she hit me in the face with her elbow. The second? It happened when I figured she wanted it put back.

I don't care about Ratings. The WORST club ever is the Lucky Lady Cabaret in Sweet Springs, Missouri. See my review.

Recent grooming habits have almost completely killed off the Pediculosis pubis. I guess I won't be singing that rousing honky-tonk song "I've Got the Crabs" anymore. Anyone under the age of 35 won't know what I am talking about.

Damn. Houston has a Railroad Museum? I am guessing a 600+ mile drive is in my near future.

This is absolute dead-on truth: I went to Paper Moon in Little Rock over the weekend (full review to follow soon), and a girl that specifically asked me to name her (Lexi) stuck my glasses in her coochie and walked away with 'em hanging out of her. Ouch. I had to pay for the VIP charge just to get my cheaters back.

GMD: testify, brother.

If anyone can help me find "Cricket" that would be sweet. She has bad ink on her hip (a bobcat? a lioness? Who the fuck knows?), and used to dance at The Pink Garter at 39th and Main in KC in the mid '80s. Yes, I AM being sarcastic. And I do feel for nycstrip's plight, as a couple of years ago I tried to find a long-lost dancer on this here same site. It failed.