Comments by reverendhornibastard (page 3)

^ Very true. I’ve been horny all my life but I’ve never been hornier than I constantly was before I turned 23. No doubt it was the combination of very high, youthful hormone levels and the lack of reliable sexual opportunities during my early years.

As best I can recall: Argentina Australia Canada Chile China Colombia Finland Holland Indonesia Malaysia Philippines Russia Singapore South Korea Taiwan Thailand United Kingdom Vietnam

There aren’t too many places I’d rather spend a few hours and between $500 - $1,000 than a good, high mileage strip club. Thank God for titty bars and for all the gorgeous, destitute women who work there to pay their rent and feed their habits!!!

John Oliver is great. Whether or not you agree with his viewpoint, he makes you think … … he’s so much more sensible than anyone you’ll ever see on Fox News, CNN or MSNBC … … and last, but not least … he makes you laugh.

the ability to maintain the lifestyle you currently enjoy without worrying about any decrease in your net worth.

Only two spoonfuls in your coffee? I snort that much of the stuff. And I don’t DRINK coffee. I just put a wad of quality Colombian coffee grounds between my cheek and gum and I’m good for 30 minutes.

I really don’t how many. It’s not just old age forgetfulness. I lost count before I was 50 years old. In trying to estimate how many women I have splooged on or in I found it easier to divide them into two categories: 1. Civvies (pro bono desploogination service providers): probably less than 125 2. Desploogination Service Professionals: probably more than 230 In the foregoing estimates, repeat performances by the same woman were counted as only one. As for rating them, I really can’t. Most were not memorable. That doesn’t mean they weren’t very good. Most of them were. The few that are truly memorable were the ones who were either remarkably lousy or the few that impressed me with their exceptional skill and enthusiasm.

Spending lots of $$$ all at once (or over a short period) doesn’t produce any special magic. But regularly spending $300 per visit at a handful of clubs that have proven to be high mileage venues will reliably ensure you have a “swell” time and get your emission accomplished. The turnover among the dancers is usually much higher than it is among the waitresses. Being very generous with the waitresses pays off. They know why you’re there and will repay your kindness and generosity by directing the lovelier, high mileage gals your way.

Warrior15, I can relate. Although I had long ago come to detest business travel, I do miss the “alibis” my business trips provided. ATACdawg, I am trying to make the most of my time with my twins. They are 12 years old. So far, they still think I am god and want to spend as much time with me as possible. Pretty soon they will realize I am not god and begin to suspect that I am the ambassador from Planet Dork. At that point I’m sure they won’t want to be seen olin public with me anymore.

I don’t know why women become strippers. But I some ideas about factors that are evidently unimportant to women who become strippers: * high social prestige; * hefty matching employer contributions to their 401K plans; * medical and dental benefits; * on-site company fitness center and childcare facility; * paid vacation; * paid maternity leave; * progressive, rigorously enforced anti-sexual harassment policy.

I never did anything racy with a woman who had entered the club with me. But years (OK - decades) ago I had a wonderful time with two strippers in a club in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I was interested in a stripper and was prepared to spend some money on a “swell time” and a desploogination. My stripper insisted on introducing me to one of her stripper friends and proposed a 3-some. Her friend was even hotter than the stripper I had initially selected. But I didn’t agree to the 3-some because I felt they were just trying to drain my wallet rather than my splooge tanks. But they kept up their pitch, insisting that they were both bisexual and in the mood to party. As I continued my resistance, the price dropped and dropped and dropped until it got so low that I felt I’d be an idiot to pass it up. I don’t honestly recall the exact price, but the US$ equivalent was about $55. We retreated to a quieter part of the club (the entire club was pretty empty anyway) and I had a fabulous time. The two strippers definitely enjoyed each other’s company and I was convinced that their excitement was not merely an act.

Centerfolds I Houston back around 2005. Coming into the club from the bright outdoors I couldn’t see a damn thing. The hostess had to guide me to an empty seat. Even after my eyes got used to the darkness it was still very dark. A dancer eventually talked me into going into the VIP section with her. She took me to the “Penthouse” VIP area (Centerfolds has two VIP areas). It was even darker in the Penthouse than it was downstairs. Although I prefer women with some color to them, I was glad this gal had one of those “white, glow-in-the-dark” butts or I would have lost sight of her upstairs. Centerfolds is still dark inside, but nothing like it was back then.

My 40s were my best years, hands down. When I was 39, just a couple of months shy of my 40th birthday, a very chatty barber told me that I was not yet getting old and that, some day, I would look back on my 40s as my “golden era.” His logic was this: During their 40s most men hit their sweet spot: they have experience, sophistication, money and, although they may not be quite the hunk they were in their 20s, if they’ve taken good care of themselves, they still haven’t started to fall apart. I was skeptical. I really thought he was just blowing sunshine up my ass. But he was right as rain.

Rick is right! Masks, condoms, seatbelts, airbags, crumple zones, all driving safety laws, sunscreens, and all vaccines including polio, Covid19, measles, shingles, and smallpox vaccines, they’re all just hoaxes and distractions. I know this to be true because Mother Tucker and In-Hannity fold me so. Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what to do!

I was fortunate to enjoy a long career in an industry that had gone global decades before “globalism” became a buzzword. During my career I lived in five countries on four continents, and traveled to about 45 countries. So, despite not having a magic lamp that would instantaneously serve up any flavor of pussy or food I yearned for at the moment, I still got to sample more than my fair share of international pussy and cuisine.

Never had exactly that experience, but the scenario reminded me of an embarrassing evening I had nearly 50 years ago. When I was in college I had to work a lot of crappy jobs. Among the worst was selling books of discount coupons. It involves going to people’s homes to close the sales. The first time out I had to accompany an experienced sales agent. I forgot her name but I still remember her look and vibe. She was a redhead (big, puffy hair), and wore way too much makeup. She had huge boobs that she struggled to keep contained in her tight, low-cut top. She constantly chewed a huge wad of bubble gum, mouth open and smacking loudly, occasionally blowing bubbles. She blathered constantly about TV shows I’d never watched. That I never made any comment didn’t diminish her torrent of banal TV trivia Her car was a bright Pepto Bismol pink Mustang convertible. We rode around town with the top down. I slunk down low in my seat , hoping no one would see me. At the end of the evening she invited me to her apartment so we could “play.” I told her I was gay and asked her to drive me back to where my car was parked.

At $20 each, $100 should buy you 5 lap dances. 3 dances for $100 is a rip off unless it includes a lube job.

I don’t entirely agree. Just because there has been no prior agreement on the fee for services rendered doesn’t resolve the problem, especially if your desploogination service professional claims otherwise. In such a dispute, you might think that the club management (or its enforcement goons) would not take sides since the provision of such services on their premises is against the club’s policies and would jeopardize their liquor license. But the reality is otherwise. The provision of such services is an integral (but not formally recognized) facet of their business model. Most clubs and dancers see customers primarily as people to be fleeced. I never been party to such a dispute, and I hope never to be in one.

I knew a place in Houston (long ago), where the main task of security seemed to be to ensure no one hassled you while you were enjoying your extras. You were encouraged to tip the security personnel. A club still operates at the same premises but under a different name. I don’t know much about them anymore (too far away from my current part of town).

A dancer once approached me, sat in my lap before I had even ordered a drink, and said, “What do you want, big boy? I do hand jobs for $40, blowjobs for $75 and full service for $125.” I asked her if someone would give my car a lube job and rotate my tires while we were in the VIP room. When she said. “no” I said, “OK, then, I’ll go elsewhere” and left. Scuzziest club I ever went to!

Doctorevil, You got it!!! Well done!

Do you think she’d accept BitCoin?

Read some of Gawker’s posts. Compared to Gawker, I come across as Mike Pence.