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10 years ago
Sounds like she might need to get those puppies registered as potentially lethal weapons.
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10 years ago
We're not old. We're well seasoned.
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10 years ago
Hmm. I wonder if you could call her "Free of Charge," "Pro Bono," or maybe "On the House."
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10 years ago
Clubber,
Please, let me know where. I might have just enough money to move : P
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10 years ago
GAH! Where's Operation Smile at? That kid seriously needs it!
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10 years ago
"No balls, no glory"? Sounds a lot more like "No brains, no headaches."
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10 years ago
Happy Birthday, Shadowcat! Have a good time letting the dancers blow out your candle!
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10 years ago
Dolfan, I wonder if those dancers give that fake name as their way of remembering OTC prospects.
Shailynn, a dancer I know does the same thing with me; she always calls me "Babe." Nuts, just how tough is it to remember "John"? Course, I wonder if they believe me when I tell them that's my name.
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10 years ago
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Doug, "chase" and "hunt" sounds helluva lot better (and more masculine) than "shopping trip," even if what you're shopping for is sex.
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10 years ago
If that TUSCLer shows you a rough draft of an unpublished 2AM report that takes place at the club you guys are at, it could be time to leave.
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10 years ago
Nice act of worship there, John. I hope you remembered the other tithing: the condom wrapper left in a bible ; )
For me, I'd have to hope my DS would have some brains and a sense of humor, however twisted it might be. As a PL, I'd also need a serious job to secure a DS like you have; somehow I don't think the occasional free pizza would entice too many women of your DS's caliber -- or of any caliber, for that matter.
Good luck, too. I hope there won't be any little bundles of joy after that worship service.
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10 years ago
Diva, I was going to ask if he was broke, too, but if he blew through $150,000 in what sounds like no time flat, the answer must be a resounding yes. The best thing to do -- for both of you -- would probably be to let him go. It could be his wake-up call to grow up, shrug off the fantasy world he's come to live with you in, and start making a life for himself in reality.
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10 years ago
Two thumbs up on Stevie Nicks. Sheena Easton was another great-looking woman back in the day, too.
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10 years ago
John, if your duck is as lucky as you are, he needs to start contributing.
I don't expect a person's teeth to be perfect -- nuts, mine are far from -- but if they look like something from a really bad sci-fi/horror movie, it's time to go to the dentist, which I'm sure he'll greatly appreciate. After all, how often will he be able to pay off that lake cabin with just one patient?
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10 years ago
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Papi_ChuloMiami, FL (or the nearest big-booty club)
Good, bad, or in between, I try to remember. Not always successfully, but I try.
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10 years ago
Ketchup. Always ketchup.
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10 years ago
With a GFE, you don't need a lawyer to split up.
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10 years ago
Shit. I hope she recovers and that they catch those bastards.
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10 years ago
MrDeuce, I think a lot of young people don't understand privacy nowadays -- or security, for that matter. I don't want to think about the number of times a young person's given us pizza guys the code for their security buildings.
GoVikiings, same thing here. Only three or four dancers over the past 25, 30 years have let me know their first names. I did find out the last name of one dancer accidentally though; by a weird coincidence, we were both taking some of the same classes and the teacher posted our names online.
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10 years ago
Another worry might be if he leaves you stuck with the tab while he takes your DS either to VIP or to the hotel.
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10 years ago
Not with a dancer but with a dental assistant. She had drop-dead gorgeous, bedroom blue eyes and I was really looking forward to her pulling down that surgical mask, but -- DAMN! Her teeth were a mangled train wreck.
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10 years ago
CJ, is that anything new?
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10 years ago
Clubber,
True that, and in some instances, there might be a couple of good apples in a group.
'Sides, the "Thug cops!" was more a comment towards SJG who seems to call people (especially bouncers) who don't meet his standards a "thug."
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10 years ago
I'm upfront with them. My working a loser job and living in a dead-end town hundreds of miles away tends to discourage any delusions of easy prosperity.
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10 years ago
A few years ago, I checked out one dive bar for the first time. I went back for a lap dance with one cherubic blonde. We had barely started when she asked me if I had any boundaries. I told her no. She reached into my pants, pulled the lollipop out, and, throughout the dance, would give it a lick. She gave me her number afterward, but I never called her.
Right after that club, I headed for another club, one that I spent the remainder of the night at. I flipped between two different dancers, a spinner with long brown hair and a blonde in a bikini. It turned out the blonde was brand new, first night and everything, so she asked me to take it easy with her, i.e., not paw her. I obliged her, hoping that she'd warm up throughout the night. The brunette was a pretty good dancer and a decent kisser and the blonde was nice enough, even if her dances were about as low mileage as they could be without being air dances.
But there was another blonde in the club that caught my eye and kept it. She was another petite woman, with long, ashen blonde hair, a nice round rump, and a long party dress, but she was with a whale. And it turned out that soon she was going to be the sister-in-law of the new blonde.
End of the night neared. The blonde and I were watching the brunette do her thing on stage, and the ashen blonde joined us. The DJ announced last dance, and the ashen blonde said she'd like the last lap dance of the night with "the gentleman" -- yeah, with me.
The dance quickly turned into a small make-out session, there in full view of the near-empty club. Soon, she slid to the floor and knelt between my legs. She undid my pants, pulled my t-shirt over her head, and started bobbing away. At first, I froze up and looked out, around the club; thankfully, luckily, nobody seemed to be paying any attention, so I just settled back and enjoyed. Didn't finish -- I warned her off when I came close -- at the time, it just felt like it would've been rude to finish there, in her mouth. I did pay her the tip she asked for afterward and asked if she was working the next night. She said she would, but, sadly, didn't.
Another surprising and odd thing about that night -- both of those oral ladies used the same stage name.