Those Were The Days My Friend....
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Posted:Jun 2, 2013 7:49 pm
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Some of the best days involved the Smyth sisters when I was in high school. They lived in a town of just over 500 people. The sisters had bedrooms upstairs at their grandparents house...which had a never used back porch overhang right under their bedroom window…which had a fuel oil tank right next to it…which gave easy access to the girls bedrooms for the young, horny guys they were dating, like me. I remember going up there in the winter time…I guess the grand parents never noticed the tracks in the snow. I also remember on one occasion having to leave in a hurry….there were 3 of us guys up there just hanging out and talking with the two sisters, it was dark out and snowing….the first guy out was Dave, closely followed by another guy and myself, all of us pushing and shoving trying to get out the one window. Dave ran right off the end of the porch roof…he was lucky the snow was deep on the ground…and we were all lucky both grandparents were very hard of hearing..!!
At 17 being able to buy beer at a couple local, very rural grocery stores. Packing a cooler with said beer and cruising in my 60 Chev convertible with a 15 year old hottie who, by the 2nd beer, would have all her cloths off and be enjoying the cool night breeze (or warm sunshine) as both her and the car cruised topless. On our very naughtiest nights, we’d cruise some of the nearby towns and she’d flash the hanging out or walking down the street. I still can’t believe the local cops never got us…they ALL knew my car.
Working the 3 to 11 (and occasionally 11 to 7) shift at a gas station on the interstate when I was still in high school, and yes, that includes during the school year, not just summer. There were at lest 8 high school working there at all times, we worked 7 days a week through the summer and if we wanted a day off, someone had to take our shift…so that meant a 16 hour shift. There were times I finished a 3 to 11…went out to the bars (I easily got served in 18 and 21 year old bars at 17) and then came back to the station to get a few hours sleep before starting a 7 to 3 shift. We were even robbed there one night at gun point. The stories I have from the 2 years I worked there could fill a fair sized book.
During those gas station years…17 and 18 years of age, I also frequented the two strip clubs in a near by town. They were 21, but I seldom was checked. Pete’s 5th Avenue on Water Street and the Diamond Lounge downtown, maybe that was on Graham Street. They used agency girls from the Twin Cities. Monday would generally see 3 new girls in each club…they’d dance 30 minute sets every night through Saturday which was their last night. Monday’s would see a new set of girls, and me checking them out…The early bird gets to put the worm in as they say. Maybe that’s why I’ve always loved dancers.
Yes, those were the days.
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DRUNK....Me..??
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Posted:Apr 9, 2013 12:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2013 5:38 pm
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I'm fuckin drunk...1st time in probably about 30 years. I went from drinking too much to quitting altogether in about 1983 or 1984...never had so much as a sip from 83 or 84 until January 2005 on my wedding night. Since then I've had on occasion a beer or slo gin and OJ...maybe on average of one or two per month. Tonight I said fuck it...I had some rum in the house from a couple weeks ago when I had a cold and I've been drinking rum and diet coke and OJ all night. Had 3 or 4...I kinda lost count. I got these huge heavy glass mugs from the StarDust in Las Vegas that hold about 20 ounces of drink...I keep one frosted in the freezer and have been making good use of it all night long. So fuck it, tomorrow is another day and I don't need to be too work until Wednesday at 6 PM.
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Places And Times I Miss Most
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Posted:Feb 27, 2013 8:38 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2013 8:50 pm
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I lived in South Florida for most of the 21 or so years I was single between divorcing my first wife and marrying Eve…and I spent a fair amount of time in the strip clubs down there, most notably the ones in Palm Beach County where the rules are less stringent on dancer/customer contact. Several of the clubs I frequented most often were in Pompano Beach as I had several friends who danced in those clubs.
I always enjoyed sitting back and watching the some of the customers almost as much as the dancers. Generally it was younger guys…maybe coming in for the first time. They’d sit and drink and watch the dancers until finally one of the more aggressive girls would sell them on a private dance in the friction or champagne rooms. Often they’d be back there for only one or two dances…they’d come out in a hurry and head straight to the door outside. Often the girls would come out behind them giggling. One guy I remember seeing go into the friction room at my favorite club with a dancer that I knew did a very, very satisfying lap dance. I’ll bet it wasn’t 2 minutes and that guy practically ran out of the club…he left so fast that it was noticeable to almost everyone looking in that general direction. The girl came out shortly…laughing and shrugging her shoulders at a couple of the other dancers who gave her questioning looks. I remember one club I was in down in Fort Lauderdale on A1A. I walked in the bathroom and saw a guy standing by the hand drier using it to try and dry the front of his pants…how I managed to pee, wash my hands and leave without laughing I’ll never know.
I really miss those clubs…for lots of reasons. Eve and I have hit the three clubs in Wisconsin Rapids but they really weren't worth the bother.
South Florida…and Key West had great clubs. Most any big city had a few that were good…Dallas and Houston, Los Angles…even Louisville, Kentucky of all places had several fun ones but small town Wisconsin just can't compete.
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The Legend Of Baby Doe Tabor.
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Posted:Feb 4, 2013 12:22 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 5:51 am
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I just finished reading the book for the 2nd time. For those not familiar with her, she was the 2nd wife of Horace Tabor who, in the late 1880’s and early 1890’s was worth somewhere in excess of twelve million dollars. After about 15 years of unbelievable wealth (gained from silver mining) and good luck, they went broke almost overnight.
Roughly 40 years later, Baby Doe died at the age of 81 years, alone and with only two dollars to her name. The book is a fascinating read for anyone interested in the old west, mining, or just a real story about real people. There’s even a bit of sex involved for those of you who are into such things.
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This Must Know Me...
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Posted:Jan 30, 2013 1:59 pm
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2013 5:26 pm
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Gramps and his 6 year old grandson were shopping at the mall and the got lost. He knew to approach a uniformed guard and ask for help, saying he’d lost his grandpa and didn’t know how to find him…The guard asks him “What’s your grandpa like”…the thinks for a minute and replies “Jack Daniel’s whiskey and women with big tits" 
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Coping With Winter
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Posted:Jan 20, 2013 5:43 pm
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2013 1:51 pm
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In South Florida about the only coping winter required was turning off the air conditioning and lawn sprinklers for a couple months…up here in the great white north it’s a bit different.
Things like hoodies, winter jackets and warm boots are the norm while short skirts, short shorts and stiletto heels are reluctantly put away from about November till April.
There’s also gas line anti-freeze to buy, the scrapping of frost from windshields, slippery roads, snow to shovel and lip balm to buy.
There are some good things about winter up here though. It’s nice for sleeping cause I keep the heat off in the bedroom and have three heavy quilts piled on the bed, plus Eve has a fleece blanket she wraps up in, and Princess always sleeps with us while the Kitty does sometimes…he usually stays in his “sauna” at night though…one of the kitchen chairs pushed under the table which sits right near the electric heater. With the table cloth on and hanging down a foot or so, under that table I’ll bet its 20 degrees warmer than the rest of the house..!!
While watching TV, Eve and I cover up with yet another comforter while the Kitty sleeps on my lap and Princess either sleeps next to Eve or on the floor by my feet under the comforter.
I miss South Florida more everyday….I’d love to move back, or maybe just for a change move West. I’ve always liked both Tucson and San Antonio so if we were ever able to do it, that might be the direction we’d go.
Anyone else have coping ideas?
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Angelica
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Posted:Dec 30, 2012 8:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2013 5:24 am
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This Is Angelica's Room Behind The Bar...A Photo Of Us Together Hangs On The Wall Behind The Bed.
I met Angelica in the winter of 2000 I think. She was working in a run down bar on the far side of Boy’s Town, a walled area two blocks long and a block wide in Nuevo Laredo, Mexico. It has bars/brothels lining both sides of the street except on one end where some of the independent girls have small rooms in a kind of strip motel.
Normally I’m attracted most to a girl who’s wearing heels and a short dress or skirt, low cut top, a girl who looks like she works in a place like that. Angelica however was in a pair of jeans and a sweater…what really caught my attention was her smile. She saw me walking by the bar and came out the door to ask me inside…common practice for the ladies there. I wasn’t going to go in but her smile was so nice I just had to. We talked a little and had a couple drinks at the bar…did a little kissing and mild petting right there…then finally went back to her room. She asked $40.00 for an hour. Being with her was like being with a long time girl friend. We kissed and petted a lot more and I went down on her until she climaxed, then we had regular sex without a condom. We overstayed our hour by quite a bit, I think I gave her a $10.00 or maybe $20.00 tip, and we went back out to the bar and had a couple more drinks before I headed back across the border to Laredo, Texas.
I saw her a few more times over the next year or so. The last time I saw her when she was still working in that bar she was so proud of her new room. She had moved to a bigger room, and this one had a shower. I remember her showing it to me…just a small area with cement blocks built up maybe five feet above the floor, with an open doorway and a water pipe without a shower head. The pride in her eyes though, was as great as if you or I had just bought a million dollar mansion.
Our paths didn’t cross again for a year or two. One night I was sitting in the Tamyko with another lady and in walks Angelica. She’s working now as a photographer going around to the various bars and photographing couples, many guys buy those photos as souvenirs. There were a few times we got a room and spent time together even though she wasn’t doing that kind of work anymore.
A couple more years pass. I’m in a bar just a couple blocks from the bridge in Nuevo Laredo, and about a 20 minute cab ride from Boys Town. This is one of three or four bars right in the downtown area that have girls and rooms. I spot a very pretty girl with a sweet smile across the bar. After a bit she notices me and comes over…I hadn’t recognized her at first but of course you already know its Angelica. She’s now selling cigarettes, gum, candy and what ever else she can carry in the various bars around town. Her hair has gotten some gray, and the years are starting to show, but she’s as pretty, and has as great of a smile as ever. We talk a little, but she has to go continue with her rounds. I slip her a couple 20’s as she’s leaving.
That’s the last time I saw her, and doubt I’ll ever get to that area again but I’ll always remember her beautiful smile and warm heart.
If I should ever hit the lottery, one of the first things I'll do is look her up and make sure she has enough money to life comfortably the rest of her life.
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Public Sex
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Posted:Dec 23, 2012 1:42 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2013 6:31 pm
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I’ve already mentioned Francine, a dancer from Pompano Beach that I chased for 4 months before finally getting an outside date with her. Here’s how it happened.
I’d often ask Francine, or Desiree as she was known in the club, out for dinner or what ever, but she always politely refused. We become fairly good friends in the 4 months I’d been chasing her, but she was stubbornly sticking to her rule of no outside dates with guys she met in the club.
One day I finished my line early…I’d only had one round trip flight to George Town in the Bahamas and I was done for the day. It was pouring rain and I thought it would be a good time to go see Francine as the Club would be slow because of the lousy weather.
When I walked inside I spotted her and another dancer sitting with 4 or 5 guys, so I went up to the bar to my usual seat and got a drink. It was maybe 20 minutes before she joined me, saying those guys weren’t going to spend any money anyway, so she wasn’t wasting her time with them. We talked a little and then she ask me, “have you ever had sex in a public place?” “Ahhh…no, I’ve never really done that” I said. She was quite for a few seconds, then said “You know, there’s nothing better than going to a nice restaurant, having a good meal, a couple drinks, then walking out to the car, leaning back on the hood and having desert right there where someone might see.” I sat there and kinda thought about that for a bit, I don’t think I really said anything. Finally she says “WELL, do you still want to take me out to dinner?” We had our first outside date the following weekend…I never prayed so hard for good weather in my life!
Public sex was Francine’s big thing and I was shocked that she had trouble finding guys that would accommodate her. Not only was she unbelievably sexy and beautiful, but she would do anything, anywhere, anytime…all she ask in return was the occasional public play but few guys would do that for her.
We started out slow. Just parking at the end of a parking lot, having dinner and drinks then leaning her against the car (I was driving an old Oldsmobile station wagon at the time) and doing it right there. The idea wasn’t to be seen, but that we MIGHT be seen.
We finally worked up to a time that I still can’t believe happened…we had sex right inside a bar. There were lots of people there, in fact I think the bartender even brought us a drink while we were doing it…and no one knew what was happening.
We of course planned this all out ahead of time, including the clothing we’d wear. She knew of a bar that had the right layout. A long bar with a short side that had room for only a couple stools. There was some kind of electronic game there, and that’s where we headed. She started playing the game and I sat on a stool behind her, watching her play. Instead of her normal, super short mini she wore a Western style skirt that came down a little below the knee…and as usual no panties. I wore a loose fitting pair of casual slacks. We had a couple drinks and she played several games on the machine. There was a pool league that night so the place was crowded but we had that short side of the bar to ourselves. After a bit she kind of leaned against me while she was playing. I got her skirt out from between us, unzipped and unsnapped my pants and got it in her. We had practiced in her house a couple times and it worked so slick. She got more animated with the game, moving back and forth, and we screwed like that for I bet at least 10 minutes. The hard part was number one, getting it out of my pants and in her, and number two I had to stay pretty much still and let her do the work. I still can’t believe we did that with no one ever knowing what was going on.
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One Of Those Funny Moments You Wish You Had On Film...
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Posted:Dec 18, 2012 8:12 pm
Last Updated:Dec 18, 2012 10:37 pm
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My Friend Connie On Stage At The Booby Trap...Pompano Beach, FL.
One of the funniest things I’ve ever seen just popped into my head last night…I haven’t thought about it for years and decided it might be worth mentioning here.
This happened a quite a few years ago when I was living in Fort Lauderdale…please bear with me a moment while I set this up with some background info.
I had walked into a new club in Pompano Beach one afternoon, and almost immediately spotted a Dancer that was just PERFECT. A Latin girl from the Dominican Republic, about 5’ 2” and maybe 100 pounds, with the finest D-Cups I’ve ever set eyes (or hands) on. She was absolutely gorgeous and she will figure prominently in the story I’m about to tell.
Although we had already done pretty much everything a man and woman can do to each other in the Club, it took me almost 4 months to get a real “outside” date with her. We had been dating outside for a couple months when this event happened.
I had picked her up at the club after her shift and we were going out to dinner. Our destination was a Cuban Restaurant nearby that had a reputation for excellent food and service and, being very reasonably priced, they drew a large and loyal local following.
We walked in shortly after 7:00 PM and the place was fairly crowded. There were a few tables open near the front, but I spotted a booth further back and we headed that way. As we were walking along I noticed a couple with two in a booth we were about to walk past. They were mid-20ish I guess and the guy was facing us, his wife on the other side of the booth facing him, and one next to each. The wife was unattractive and a bit heavy and not fixed up at all, typical I guess of someone who had had several recently. The guy was trying so hard not to stare at Francine as we were walking towards him. She was wearing a very short and tight knit dress and wearing thigh high leather boots with a 4 inch heel. He was almost pulling it off until we were just passing the table. He was talking to his wife as he brought a fork full of food to his mouth, and missed..!!..he stabbed himself on the side of the mouth with the fork..!! As we sat down at our booth, that guy’s wife could be heard reading him the riot act, and none to quietly either. Most of the people in the restaurant could hear and were trying to pretend they couldn’t. His wife shortly got up, grabbed both and headed out the door, leaving the poor guy there all alone.
You had to be there to really appreciate the humor in that scene…a scene Francine duplicated many times but none quite as funny as this one. Thinking about that night still makes me laugh, and I’m reminded of a few other adventures her and I had. Perhaps they’ll be fodder for a future post.
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When Ya Can’t Find What Ya Need…Make It Yourself
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Posted:Nov 18, 2012 8:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2012 10:19 am
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My First Design...This Is Currently On A Light Blue Hoodie
For 25 years or so when I was a pilot and later a long haul truck driver I collected T-shirts, tank tops and sweatshirts from various strip clubs and brothels all over the USA and several foreign countries. They are my favorite things to wear, especially when I was out on the Harley but when Eve and I left Florida, most got sent to the Philippines where Eve and I thought we would be in a year or so ourselves, but unfortunately plans change.
This summer I noticed that the last of my strip club tank tops was about worn out and in the area I live now I really didn’t expect to find any…and besides, who’d get excited about wearing a Wisconsin strip club shirt? I tried my old friend Manila, who is dancing at a club in Honolulu, Hawaii now but that club doesn’t have shirts. I ask another friend if he’d watch for some in his travels around Asia but no luck there so far either.
Finally, I decided to design and make my own. Who’s to know, and this way I’ll have everything the way I want. The cost was certainly reasonable, and Eve even liked my first design so much she wants me to do one for her, and I’m currently working on that. I have a couple others in the works, heck, maybe I can even make a little from selling them…
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Sometimes Bad Movies Are Pretty Good
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Posted:Nov 8, 2012 8:21 pm
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2012 8:43 pm
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Last night late I caught a movie on the SciFi Channel called “The Princess of Mars” starring Traci Lords. It was filmed in 2009 but the special effects were more like the early 70’s…the acting was bad, the script was worse and the plot made no sense at all but…did I mention Traci Lords was the Princess? Her princess outfit was a bit revealing as might be expected, sort of reminiscent of Barbara Eden in “I Dream Of Jeannie” but with a much hotter body and attitude. After watching a while I kinda got into it and started enjoying even the parts that didn’t have Traci in them.
A few years ago I had a similar experience with an Australian movie called “Strictly Ballroom.” I was on the road somewhere and my truck was in the shop and I was hotel bound for a couple days. I ended up watching Strictly Ballroom on some obscure channel on cable TV…it was soooo bad and I enjoyed it so much that I bought it on DVD.
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The Kind Of Sex That Makes You Pass Out..!!..??
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Posted:Oct 27, 2012 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2013 11:44 pm
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The event I’m about to describe happened wayyyy back when I was in high school…for some reason I remembered it a few days back and thought it might make for an amusing story here. First though, I got to introduce you to the two characters in the story.
I’ll do Tom first; Tom grew up in the same town as I did, and like me lived there from birth through high school. He was a year older than me, kinda short and stocky and a wanna be basket ball player. He didn’t make the varsity team until his senior year when ALL seniors automatically make varsity. Tom’s most memorable trait was that every time he got even slightly hurt in a game, he’d start crying and walk off the court, and I’m talking tears, sobbing, the whole deal.
Linda is the other character I got to introduce. She moved to our town and entered school in about the 6th grade, and was in my class. Linda was not an attractive girl. She was very, very heavy, dressed poorly and just wasn’t the kind of girl that would attract much attention from the guys and if a guy would have dated her, I doubt they would have admitted it to anyone.
In our town there wasn’t much to do, especially if you were too young to get into the bars. The only place a high school aged could go was a restaurant called the Copper Kettle, and as a result that ended up being the local hang out for pretty much everyone between grade school and 18 years of age. They had pin ball machines and other games, and everyone spent time there, including Tom and Linda whom you’ve already met.
One night Linda was in there with some friends and before long in walks Tom with a couple of his buddies. There was quite a crowd there, maybe it was a Friday or Saturday night…anyway, Linda approaches Tom who acts for all the world like he doesn’t know her. She tries to get him to go outside and talk but he won’t hear of it. Finally, out of desperation I suppose, she tells him…in front of and within hearing of everyone…that she’s PREGNANT…!!!
Poor Tom…you could have heard a pin drop…and drop is just what he did…Tom passed out cold right there in front of everyone. I’m sure it wasn’t a high point in Tom’s life, but it was for many of us who took every opportunity to remind him of it.
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