Comments by rickydugan

I wear faggity shoes to go with my white three piece polyester suit as I run my faggity little System.

Just because I grease bouncers and stroke managers doesn't mean I'm gay!

The System was a statement of my world views and insecurities. How I felt you had to put on act and mislead people to get what you want. Like wearing the suit to make them think I was a RICH STUD. How could I get what I truly wanted out of people if they thought I was anything less than the Gordon Gekko which I knew I wasn't? At the end of the day though, I knew there was nothing behind my suit. That's why I advised avoiding clubs with other "suits" where the competition was too high and sticking to the dive clubs. I kidded myself that I was a real clever master mind of exploitation (trying to project that I was Gordon Gekko again) with all my games and tricks. But at the end of day all I succeeded in doing was paying hookers for sex.

And how about declining bouncer quality while we are at it?

Anyone have a favorite bouncer they like to grease?

I wear my white three piece polyester suit and visit strip clubs across the nation and run The System. I grease all the bouncers and stroke all the managers I can. Then I post on TUSCL to try and convince people that this shows my triumph our capitalist system. All this partially drowns out the shame I feel for having failed to be the Gordon Gekko I tried to be.

I, myself, couldn't hack living in New York and having to compete with those in suits who weren't just posers like I am. So I left. Things are better for me now.

What's wrong with Ayn Rand? I mean she didn't take it to the ultimate level that my idol Gordon Gekko did but she was definitely on the right track.

Could it help me with my drinking and driving?

What's wrong with car salesman? That's how I got my start.

The OutHouse in Kansas. Just love greasing bouncers there!

When I was young I'd listen to the radio, waiting for my favorites songs. When they played I'd sing along. It me smile.

I am a constant traveler who is happy to share his experiences from the road. (Especially when it's stories about the bouncers I've greased.)

"Too all the bouncers that I've greased before. Who've wondered in and out my door. I'm glad they came along. I dedicate this song. Too all the bouncers I've greased before." Don't knock greasing of bouncers until you've tried it! Then, after that, one day, you may graduate to stroking managers! The ultimate triumph in our capitalist system!

Main feature would be: No dress code. I need a place where I can wear my white three piece polyester suit and really stand out. Can't stand competition from other suits in downtown business districts. Three or four young, burly bouncers that I can grease. One young, burly manager that I can stroke. Far enough away that I can rationalize expense of a cab ride as my excuse to drink and drive.

Believe you me, it's much better to get butt-fucked by the bouncers you grease and managers you stroke than it is by the IRS.

I suck my own cock all the time for what a genius I was for inventing The System. I am. I am. I am. The RickyBoyDugan!

Lol!

It is, indeed, rocket science. Why do you think I am going to get a Turing Award for my system? Okay, that's proof one. Proof number two. If it wasn't rocket science how could it have taken a genius mind like mine 10 years to figure out? Want proof that my mind is genius? Well it only ten years for me to figure out how to pay hookers for sex. Hope that clears things up.

All these Johnny-come-lately ankle-biting imitators! The original system, My System, The System is, and always will be, the absolute best!