cisono Posted 27 August 2006 Posted 27 August 2006 Which museum was it? The museum of sexual interaction & instruments? Hmm you'd like to know wouldn't you...
lookwhaticando Posted 27 August 2006 Posted 27 August 2006 Hmm you'd like to know wouldn't you... Please do tell, dear, the suspense is killing me over here.
Lemon Harpic Posted 28 August 2006 Posted 28 August 2006 Rijksmuseum? Van Gogh Museum? Stedelijk Museum? Nederlands Scheepvaartmuseum? Amsterdams Historisch Museum? Rembrandthuis? Zoölogisch Museum Amsterdam? Anne Frank Museum? or Ajax Museum?
Northants Fox Posted 28 August 2006 Posted 28 August 2006 what a great place! HAHAHA It looks like Amsterdam at Christmas :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: (YES I KNOW IT IS AMSTERDAM before anyone says anything)
Rincewind Posted 28 August 2006 Posted 28 August 2006 Obviously he (KM) kissed a GF after. In reply to the tasting question.
lookwhaticando Posted 28 August 2006 Posted 28 August 2006 HAHAHA It looks like Amsterdam at Christmas :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: (YES I KNOW IT IS AMSTERDAM before anyone says anything) You're on the ball today, NF
Daggers Posted 3 September 2006 Posted 3 September 2006 Van Gogh Museum? I saw a great exhibition there by Joost Van Der Toorn, the sculptor.
Knighton Matt Posted 3 September 2006 Posted 3 September 2006 Obviously he (KM) kissed a GF after. In reply to the tasting question.
Suffolk_fox Posted 3 September 2006 Posted 3 September 2006 I am certainly not afraid nor ashamed to say Yes, I have. Just after I split from my first wife, I went on a bit of a mission shall we say. I did visit a couple of massage parlours, the girls were absolutely gorgeous and it certainly was not like having sex with a bucket of warm water. We both knew what I was there for, no one got hurt and it was erm a damn good time!! One was actually in Leicester, a place called Ladybirds I think. No shame at all. I could either spend 40 quid on a good night out on the p1ss and end up on my own or spend 50 quid and be guaranteed a top sh4g. Would never ever ever ever go with a girl off the street though. Way too much risk!
lookwhaticando Posted 4 September 2006 Posted 4 September 2006 I am certainly not afraid nor ashamed to say Yes, I have. Just after I split from my first wife, I went on a bit of a mission shall we say. I did visit a couple of massage parlours, the girls were absolutely gorgeous and it certainly was not like having sex with a bucket of warm water. We both knew what I was there for, no one got hurt and it was erm a damn good time!! One was actually in Leicester, a place called Ladybirds I think. No shame at all. I could either spend 40 quid on a good night out on the p1ss and end up on my own or spend 50 quid and be guaranteed a top sh4g. Would never ever ever ever go with a girl off the street though. Way too much risk! I thought you'd written is was like sex with a warm bucket of water... I was going to reply with a simple 'vivid' but I've been caught with my trousers down, it seems. Good to know you're not so stupid to shag a true red-lighter. Chances of catching something of a street girl are like 90% You're a sensible man, Suffolk. Hats off to you
andrewsnaith Posted 4 September 2006 Posted 4 September 2006 I've never done one and don't think I ever could realistically as id be too concious to who had been there before! I mean if i was single and had been without it for a long time i guess i may consider it (after a very long time and many drinks!) but ive been with my girl since for 3 and half years and not really contemplated it to be honest. Interested to hear the other stories though!
Suffolk_fox Posted 4 September 2006 Posted 4 September 2006 Welcome to the boards Andrew. If we all were too conscious about who had been there before, we'd all stay single and celibate!
Daggers Posted 4 September 2006 Posted 4 September 2006 Interested to hear the other stories though! You asked ... In Colombia, my mate R found a stunning piece of totty that he fell madly and deeply for. Over the course of two weeks they carried out a relationship of sorts. They went for meals, to the cinema and hung around the shops holding hands. Everything was going ok but she wouldn't do, you know...it. Resisting his advances she insisted that they stick to kissing and for her to rest her hand on him while he held her breast in the back of taxis. But that was it. Not only that, she also had to shoot off every evening around 9 o'clock. Oddly. He came to our flat asking for advice so I told him that she was either a good family girl and returned to her Catholic bosom before cocoa time, or she was a hooker going off to do half of the city each night. R looked taken aback at such a suggestion but vowed that the following evening he would chase her taxi. So he did. After a drive across town, her cab pulled over at the side of the road. At the side of a seedy road with girls standing around in skimpy costumes. R's heart sank a bit. She left her cab and walked over to one of the very tall girls. R didn't think twice about the fact that this girl was very tall. He ran over to his beloved; she, looking truly shocked, stood frozen. They walked into a nearby bar, she bought him a stiff drink and sat him down. "We are the same..." she started to explain. R interjected about knowing this was a ****ed up situation. "No!" she said "You don't understand, we are the same..." but he looked blankly at her. She walked him back past some other very tall girls, some girls with deep voices and some girls with large adams apples, to the taxi. R sat in our flat, ashen. His true love was a prostitute, oh for sure she loved him deeply ~ that was the main reason for still being a hooker. She was saving the money to pay for the operation to have her penis and testicles removed so that she could have a vagina to match her spectacular breasts. We drank rum for 24 hours solid. All true.
lookwhaticando Posted 4 September 2006 Posted 4 September 2006 Blimey. Bet that knocked him for six when he found out.
The People's Hero Posted 4 September 2006 Posted 4 September 2006 You asked ... In Colombia, my mate R found a stunning piece of totty that he fell madly and deeply for. Over the course of two weeks they carried out a relationship of sorts. They went for meals, to the cinema and hung around the shops holding hands. Everything was going ok but she wouldn't do, you know...it. Resisting his advances she insisted that they stick to kissing and for her to rest her hand on him while he held her breast in the back of taxis. But that was it. Not only that, she also had to shoot off every evening around 9 o'clock. Oddly. He came to our flat asking for advice so I told him that she was either a good family girl and returned to her Catholic bosom before cocoa time, or she was a hooker going off to do half of the city each night. R looked taken aback at such a suggestion but vowed that the following evening he would chase her taxi. So he did. After a drive across town, her cab pulled over at the side of the road. At the side of a seedy road with girls standing around in skimpy costumes. R's heart sank a bit. She left her cab and walked over to one of the very tall girls. R didn't think twice about the fact that this girl was very tall. He ran over to his beloved; she, looking truly shocked, stood frozen. They walked into a nearby bar, she bought him a stiff drink and sat him down. "We are the same..." she started to explain. R interjected about knowing this was a ****ed up situation. "No!" she said "You don't understand, we are the same..." but he looked blankly at her. She walked him back past some other very tall girls, some girls with deep voices and some girls with large adams apples, to the taxi. R sat in our flat, ashen. His true love was a prostitute, oh for sure she loved him deeply ~ that was the main reason for still being a hooker. She was saving the money to pay for the operation to have her penis and testicles removed so that she could have a vagina to match her spectacular breasts. We drank rum for 24 hours solid. All true. :pinch: That's brilliant. Thankyou.
cisono Posted 4 September 2006 Posted 4 September 2006 That doesn't strike me as particularly bad. I guess you have to be a guy to understand...
New England Fox Posted 5 September 2006 Posted 5 September 2006 You asked ... In Colombia, my mate R found a stunning piece of totty that he fell madly and deeply for. Over the course of two weeks they carried out a relationship of sorts. They went for meals, to the cinema and hung around the shops holding hands. Everything was going ok but she wouldn't do, you know...it. Resisting his advances she insisted that they stick to kissing and for her to rest her hand on him while he held her breast in the back of taxis. But that was it. Not only that, she also had to shoot off every evening around 9 o'clock. Oddly. He came to our flat asking for advice so I told him that she was either a good family girl and returned to her Catholic bosom before cocoa time, or she was a hooker going off to do half of the city each night. R looked taken aback at such a suggestion but vowed that the following evening he would chase her taxi. So he did. After a drive across town, her cab pulled over at the side of the road. At the side of a seedy road with girls standing around in skimpy costumes. R's heart sank a bit. She left her cab and walked over to one of the very tall girls. R didn't think twice about the fact that this girl was very tall. He ran over to his beloved; she, looking truly shocked, stood frozen. They walked into a nearby bar, she bought him a stiff drink and sat him down. "We are the same..." she started to explain. R interjected about knowing this was a ****ed up situation. "No!" she said "You don't understand, we are the same..." but he looked blankly at her. She walked him back past some other very tall girls, some girls with deep voices and some girls with large adams apples, to the taxi. R sat in our flat, ashen. His true love was a prostitute, oh for sure she loved him deeply ~ that was the main reason for still being a hooker. She was saving the money to pay for the operation to have her penis and testicles removed so that she could have a vagina to match her spectacular breasts. We drank rum for 24 hours solid. All true. Thats well funny!
golden gordon Posted 5 September 2006 Posted 5 September 2006 You asked ... In Colombia, my mate R found a stunning piece of totty that he fell madly and deeply for. Over the course of two weeks they carried out a relationship of sorts. They went for meals, to the cinema and hung around the shops holding hands. Everything was going ok but she wouldn't do, you know...it. Resisting his advances she insisted that they stick to kissing and for her to rest her hand on him while he held her breast in the back of taxis. But that was it. Not only that, she also had to shoot off every evening around 9 o'clock. Oddly. He came to our flat asking for advice so I told him that she was either a good family girl and returned to her Catholic bosom before cocoa time, or she was a hooker going off to do half of the city each night. R looked taken aback at such a suggestion but vowed that the following evening he would chase her taxi. So he did. After a drive across town, her cab pulled over at the side of the road. At the side of a seedy road with girls standing around in skimpy costumes. R's heart sank a bit. She left her cab and walked over to one of the very tall girls. R didn't think twice about the fact that this girl was very tall. He ran over to his beloved; she, looking truly shocked, stood frozen. They walked into a nearby bar, she bought him a stiff drink and sat him down. "We are the same..." she started to explain. R interjected about knowing this was a ****ed up situation. "No!" she said "You don't understand, we are the same..." but he looked blankly at her. She walked him back past some other very tall girls, some girls with deep voices and some girls with large adams apples, to the taxi. R sat in our flat, ashen. His true love was a prostitute, oh for sure she loved him deeply ~ that was the main reason for still being a hooker. She was saving the money to pay for the operation to have her penis and testicles removed so that she could have a vagina to match her spectacular breasts. We drank rum for 24 hours solid. All true. weren't you...i mean he slightly suspicious when he/she had to "shoot off" every night ? and why did it have to be 9 o'clock ? was there something very erotic on tv at that time
Daggers Posted 5 September 2006 Posted 5 September 2006 weren't you...i mean he slightly suspicious when he/she had to "shoot off" every night ? and why did it have to be 9 o'clock ? was there something very erotic on tv at that time You're right, I was...and so was Mrs.DB...and my mate! 9/10 o'clock is 'going out' time for Colombians, starting with a meal, and it's also around the time good little Caleñas tuck themselves up at home to watch some telenovela's (the current favourite is about a barrio girl who is saving money for a boob job by being a hooker so she can marry a drug smuggler...beats the crap out of Albert Square!). I'm led to believe that it is peak time for drive-by trade too ~ although I can not confirm that first hand I guess he'd alluded to it with her, I don't really remember that bit...the follow on was far more memorable (and funny). Well, I found it funny, Rich spent the night wondering if he was now gay because he'd kissed her and enjoyed it...which proves what a good mate I am because I laughed even harder at that point! Thing is, this was just one random event in an entire two years packed with them ~ anyone with half a chance MUST visit or stay in Colombia for a bit. It will change your life!
golden gordon Posted 5 September 2006 Posted 5 September 2006 You're right, I was...and so was Mrs.DB...and my mate! 9/10 o'clock is 'going out' time for Colombians, starting with a meal, and it's also around the time good little Caleñas tuck themselves up at home to watch some telenovela's (the current favourite is about a barrio girl who is saving money for a boob job by being a hooker so she can marry a drug smuggler...beats the crap out of Albert Square!). I'm led to believe that it is peak time for drive-by trade too ~ although I can not confirm that first hand I guess he'd alluded to it with her, I don't really remember that bit...the follow on was far more memorable (and funny). Well, I found it funny, Rich spent the night wondering if he was now gay because he'd kissed her and enjoyed it...which proves what a good mate I am because I laughed even harder at that point! Thing is, this was just one random event in an entire two years packed with them ~ anyone with half a chance MUST visit or stay in Colombia for a bit. It will change your life! i don't want it changing that much , thanks
lookwhaticando Posted 5 September 2006 Posted 5 September 2006 Well, I found it funny, Rich spent the night wondering if he was now gay because he'd kissed her and enjoyed it...which proves what a good mate I am because I laughed even harder at that point! Always the sign of a true friend - demonstrates clear ability to piss himself laughing at the friend's expense. That's what people tell me when they're laughing at me anyway :laugh:
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