Comments by HonestT (page 9)

I read that article on CNN last night and thought the same thing. I guess the ND SC patrons don't know about TUSCL.

Now that's a spicy taco!

If you are looking for extras, you can get some tame appetizers in Dayton and Toledo. In Columbus some takeout can be had without too much work, but you can forget Cincinnati.

Samsung1, Bow Wow is from Columbus. He used to live here during his first album, and called attention to "the 614" quite a bit. But he moved out to Hollywood when he became a movie star in "Like Mike" back in the early 2000s.

"...and they're so much easier to understand psychologically than men..." This is the most ridiculous, self-serving line of crap I've ever heard to justify liking women. That's right up there with, "if women ran the world there would be no war!"

Fleshlight between the times it takes your wife to thaw out? Martial advice on a stripclub forum, hmm.

I think canny nailed it. Motorhead, you are right about the beads from the mirror. Why is that? I always see strippers driving the 5-10 sport coupes that everybody beats on. (Mitsubishi Eclipse, Mercury Cougar, Ford Mustang, etc...) I think that is a big part of why the girls always have car trouble. They buy these off the corner lots because they look nice, and they can get high risk loans. But they end up paying the price because those cars are neglected and most strippers don't have daddy or a BF/husband to maintain them.

Boy that was a mood killer! @inno123: That was sooo funny!

Send the wife back for a one on one with her, and tell her to explain your rules like mrs mootpoint said. It's really hit and miss, and there is no science to it. I've found the best way is too bring a big bankroll, and tip everyone. The bouncers, wait staff and bartenders will inform you if you ask them, afterwards. Also I have found that the dancers loosen up when they've seen you get dances from other girls. Especially of the club is slow. If you are on a tight budget, this won't help much.

Damn, I would have lent her stuff from my collection for free. I also could help her out with a Proactive plan and some makeup. If she is skinny enough to fit in a doggie door, 18, and likes porn that much, she could surely find a few thousand guys willing to put up with her acne.

@Steve229: I have been saying "I'm not rich, but I can be your Spenda Daddy" since I became a hobbyist years ago. Usually dancers just say "huh?" the first time, then I repeat it to lengthy laughs. You are the first person I've ever seen say something similar. ;^) @bossproducer: Stilleto's advice is what I used to scoop up OTC, as a lot of high rollers frequent the clubs I go to. I have been known to overpay when I get good service, but who can keep up with these dollar droppin Sugar Daddies? The last OTC I got, the provider blew my mind with telling me similar numbers her main SD drops, as bossproducer. And for no ITC or OTC. At least that's what she claims.

I'd pick the ass. Although both are mostly ornamental. A sexy ass makes me want to fuck. Nice tits make me want to squeeze. Assuming you have two near identical personalities between two women, with the difference being tits versus ass. I would say it depends on how much your ATF will let you do with either. I have known a few women that won't let their tits/nipples be touched much; let alone titty fucked. I've never had any problems with unlimited ass grabbing. Now getting Greek/anal is a different story.

I never unload on dancers with my problems. I usually pretend to be Jay Leno and ask the interview questions. Unfortunately I spend 40-50% of the time trying to steer the conversation sexually, instead of all the "bring down drama" I usually elicit. Not that I don't mind listening a little, but once most dancers (and most women) get started talking, they can't stop.

H8S this summer. I posted a detailed review (couldn't figure out how to link directly to reviews). Got all I asked for and more. Could have paid less if I wanted to negotiate harder, but I got my money's worth. Never would have happened without TUSCL, specifically because of knowledge passed on by VinceMichaels and Samsung1. Shit, I need to go back.

That's just showing off. They could have just walked in next to each other, sat down, and no one would have noticed. Yes I'm jealous. ;^)

"I can squirt"?! PM me names! lol. Try walking out of the back room with completely wet pants. No way. "All girls like anal sex"? Okay, that is just a complete lie. Thanks for the reviews!

People like to hate, what else can you say? But like on sports radio, opposing fans like to run all of the opinions of one team together, then try to call that team's fans hypocrites because they want different things. There are lots of opinions out there, we don't all share the same ones.

This list is pretty comprehensive. However I have one to add: When celebrities are hogging all the dancers! - Football players, musicians, and TV personalities have made me have 5-6 boring nights. Just sitting there waiting for the dancers with a wad of cash in my pocket, sucks. Especially when the celebs are not spending money! This has happened to me in Atlanta (former Gold Club), in Las Vegas (that one next door to the Hard Rock Hotel), some club in Orlando whose name I forgot, and locally at The Excalibur/X Bar.

Your list covers most items. For some reason earrings, G strings, and scrunchees have been left 4/6 times. Enlighten us on the Parmasean cheese!

Cigarettes, Trojans Twisted condoms, iPod (it "accidentally" fell into her purse), $130 We-Vibe II vibrator. All were taken by the same dancer OTC, over three sessions. Got the iPod back, which was the last straw, then intentionally lost the girl.

Tell em, Sinclair!

It's just something to do that gets people's attention. I enjoy it, if I can smack it too, but would rather squeeze it. I've seen other equally annoying things on stage, like clicking heels together, or slamming them on the stage. None of it gets more money out of my pocket. Regarding pussy slapping and punching: I've experienced this a few dozen times, and it has never turned me on. However, given the upbringing/mindset of some of the dancers I've met, I'm not surprised they enjoy getting smacked up a little. But seriously, don't punch your pussy, gals. .

I used to go thru Detroit to Windsor casinos in the 90s several times a month. Never more than three questions either way. Went 5 times between 2002-2006 and got the same treatment, with the exception of one time. I took a smart-mouthed friend. I told him as soon as we go I to line to cross into Canada, not to say anything unless asked directly, and to be nice. The female guard asks me the standard 3 questions, then askes my friend, "sir, where are you from." Annoyed, my friend gestures out the window, "Back there." OMG it was so funny, but I was pissed he said it. The guard says, "excuse me?!" And my friend repeats it with a straight face and adds, "You know, America?" Naturally we get motioned to the detention lot. 2 hours later we get to the casino.

ITC: I hassled a dancer about having a drink, while I was four drinks in, and she was drinking red bulls. I loudly asked, "WHAT, ARE YOU UNDERAGED?!" after a loud shushing, she said that she was. Apparently she does drink when certain managers are not present. One time after entering a SC, I witnessed a dancer pick up a $20 bill with her bare vajayjay, while doing the splits. Awestruck I blurted out, "I wish I could get that at home!" The manager standing nearby, whom I later found out was dating the dancer, says "our girls don't prostitute themselves. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I told him "I meant my wife can't do the splits" and he laughed. I bought one drink and left. OTC: I have asked 3 women when I was in my twenties, if they were pregnant when they weren't. One had diabetes, one had miscarried at 5 months, and one had just plain gotten fat--but only in the stomach. I learned to just never ask. Once in high school (gawd-the 80s) I came in at lunch time because of a dentist appointment in the morning. The normally chipper group I ate with were all quiet and frowny. I look at everyone and say, "jeez, who died?" as a joke. It turned out that an upper classman had actually died that morning. He got hit by a car while changing a flat tire.