Comments by reverendhornibastard (page 9)

Read this article for a fuller and more serious summary of the claims that a novel by Dean Koontz predictEd (or was the inspiration for) the Covid19 pandemic. https://www.google.com/amp/s/mobile.reuters.com/article/amp/idUSKCN20M19I

I think it’s absolutely incredible how the Italians have shut down their entire linguini-eating country just to make Trump look stupid. Fucking Italians!

We shouldn’t be so hard on SJG or the other sensitive, urban malcontents who litter the landscape of this lofty and erudite discussion board. When seen in proper perspective, SJG clearly serves a very noble purpose in life. He serves not so much as an inspiration but rather as a warning to others.

What Slick Willie REALLY meant was that “the Oval Office is a great place to meet women!”

Neonbh, I’m really surprised to hear that you’ve not had much luck with desplooginations as I have at Centerfolds. Reliability is what has kept me cumming back to Centerfolds despite the occasional dry run. Are you going upstairs? Desplooginations downstairs in the main part of the club are probably pretty rare.

Skibum609, I’m sure some high-powered, white collar women marry blue collar men. But I have not run into any such couples myself. By contrast, I’ve run into quite a few couples where the husband is a high-powered executive or other professional and the wife is far less accomplished. That doesn’t mean the man runs roughshod over the wife. The less educated, blue collar wife often STILL wears the pants in the family.

I can’t help but think part of the problem is that highly intelligent, accomplished women face standards very different than those applicable to men when it comes to their romantic entanglements. If a wealthy man or a prince falls in love with and marries a woman who is far beneath him socially, that’s a fairy tale (think Cinderella, Pretty Woman or Maid in Manhattan). But if a wealthy, highly accomplished woman or a princess falls in love with and marries the gardener or the guy who showed up to fix her clogged toilet, that’s just weird. Men are permitted to marry down but women aren’t. So for women who managed to climb very high on the socio-economic ladder the pickings are very slim.

Skibum609, Many women professionals complain about exactly THAT - many men are put off or intimidated by highly accomplished, independent men. But on the plus side, if you’re not intimidated by these highly intelligent and accomplished women, lots of them are looking for a guy who is not afraid of them!

Jascoi, The allure of youth is another major factor that makes a DSP a good option. No matter how sexually adventurous and innovative a professional civvie might be, if she’s withered and wrinkled she’s not going to be what most guys had in mind when looking for a suitably hot desplooginatrix.

It depends on the club, the nature of the VIP room and the crowd (or more specifically, the lack of a crowd). Usually my naked zone is just “knees to upper chest” but in the right circumstances I will strip down to my socks and wristwatch.

Warrior15, Your comment about “ those times when I got so excited that it was over almost before it started“ caused me to remember the “stealth orgasms” I sometimes had in my youth. I refer to them as “stealth orgasms” because they would literally sneak up on me. They didn’t even feel like real orgasms insofar as I didn’t feel all that excited yet. They were only orgasms insofar as I was spewing splooge. I felt cheated by the stealth orgasms. But since I was a young man when those happened, 5-7 minutes later my system had rebooted and I was ready for another run.

Maybe I’m just too cynical, but I am often suspicious of strippers who seem excessively eager to arrange OTC with me. I understand that my money is the source of my appeal to them. But this is precisely why I have a deep reservoir of suspicion for any woman who hasn’t really established a person connection with me and yet seems desperate to arrange OTC. Maybe she just wants to desplooginate me and expects to be handsomely rewarded for her services. But maybe she wants to lure me to a place where she (and her accomplices) can relieve me of my money, my Rolex and my Mercedes at gunpoint. In any OTC, always be sensible and totally in control of time and venue. NEVER allow your desploogination service professional to dictate the rendezvous point or the desploogination venue.

@sirlapdancealot, I speak Indonesian quite well now. It was important for me to learn the language because, when she’s mad at me, Mrs. Hornibastard tends to yell at me in Indonesian. I have to be able to understand what she’s yelling about. I wouldn’t want to admit to anything prematurely. But I’ve made a few gaffes along the way. When I was new to Indonesia I went to the store to buy a large (5 gallon) bottle of water. They initially gave me a small one liter bottle of water. I explained that I wanted a LARGE bottle of water. This really cracked up the store clerk. Eventually I learned that the words corresponding to “large water” translate in Indonesian as “shit.” So I had mistakenly asked for shit in a bottle.

DrStab, The fee for going to the more secluded “Penthouse” was $125 (including a generous tip for the waitress). That entitles you to a bottle of horrible champagne or a bottle of tolerably decent wine. All the extra napkins you hope you will need are complimentary. The desploogination services are the real subject of negotiation. It’s not uncommon for your desploogination service professional (“DSP”) to ask for $500 but I’ve never paid that much. Obviously, the hotter looking chicks ask for and expect more than the older, heftier DSPs, but they don’t need an MBA from the Harvard business school to recognize that accepting a lot less is still preferable to sitting downstairs in a mostly empty club playing with their cellphones. On the other hand, if the club is full of older men who look like they have lots of money to spend, the more savvy DSP is not going to drop her price too much. I’ve paid as little as $100 but, when the official price is that low, I usually voluntarily throw in a lot more as a tip for the exquisite services rendered. After all, I know I will be back.

FTS, That’s a very logical and brilliant analysis! If I can get my brain re-wired so that the dopamine gets squirted out more easily and more often, I can stop wasting time in the strip clubs, save a lot of money and be a much happier man! I wonder if I can have my brain rewired so that I can get my dopamine kick every time I see a Taco Bell commercial on TV. I always thought the Taco Bell chihuahua was kind of hot anyway.

EndlessSummer, My exes definitely saw that play. Come to think of it, maybe they WROTE it!

They should make every woman in the world read that book. I read an observation along similar lines that made the following point: A man falls in love with a woman and hopes that she never changes, but she does. A woman falls in love with a man and hopes that he will change but he remains the same.

I’ve never understood this concern about the war on masculinity. I’m a man. I’ve always been a man. I started shaving when I was five and had plenty of hair on my ass by the time I started kindergarten. No matter how often I shower or how expensive my deodorant and cologne, I usually start to stink by 10 AM. I’ve never felt the need to apologize for my masculinity. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment to have my nails done. Byeeeeee!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Unless a woman is carrying a baby or in a wheelchair or at least struggling with crutches, I am unlikely to open and hold a door for her. However, being a gentleman, I will also occasionally make exceptions for a woman who has a nice rack and looks like she might be a desploogination service professional.

What blew me away more than anything about this “dangerous” one was her uncommon combination of grace, ferocious beauty and a keen (but manipulative) mind. We were having a very unusual conversation (at least in the context of a strip club VIP room) when I made remark about how religious people went nuts over the “exquisitely fine-tuned cosmological constant. ” To my astonishment, this luscious practically naked women gave me an appropriate response showing that she understood what I was talking about. Women who can sit there naked discussing physics always make me horny. I wanted to put her on the table and fuck her right then and there!

Muddy, Don’t keep going back to clubs where you can’t find what you want. I’ve also been to dives that just don’t have what I’m after. I don’t return to those. But I do return to clubs that provide what I want even if some of the strippers on hand I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole (if I even had one) and despite being grungy dives in other respects. I’d love to find an elegant, classy club (maybe one that looks like the inside of the Sistine Chapel) and is always full of beautiful young women (and no dogs at all), but in the real world, I have found that the most reliably high mileage clubs are usually a bit shady but still have some smoking hot young strippers in them who will do anything for a price.

In Indonesia some women are available on a “kontrak kawin” basis. This is a “contract marriage.” Needless to say, the contracts are unwritten and informal. It’s akin to a Sugar Daddy relationship except that the women are generally faithful, live with you and even bear children in exchange for financial benefits. I guess, I a way, every relationship I’ve ever had shared some of these features. As for people not being disposable, they are. All of us are. But at least we are all also biodegradable. Come to thin of it, being biodegradable is probably one of my better features.

Herbtcat, Whether it’s Albert Einstein and Marcel Grossmann, Abbott & Costello, Laurel & Hardy, Trump and Giuliani or Herbtcat and Reverend Hornibastard, great minds work alike.

RickDugan, I think Stevie Wonder said it best, “Seeing may be believing but FEELING is the real thing!”

Cashman1234, Despite their lack of inhibitions, I don’t share your enthusiasm for older women whose looks evince their mileage. There are plenty of places you can go where the extreme darkness provides privacy and the floor, the tables, the chairs are all very sticky yet, when your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you will also see fiendishly hot, uninhibited young women whose every orifice is open for business.