He Man, Snappers Get Lost, Attention Whore Club Thread.

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I mean yuh gotta expect PILOT aka BARNEY 1 to show up and whine about the theme. That outta the way we can discuss whats important to me.
 
Mr Johnson

I mean yuh gotta expect PILOT aka BARNEY 1 to show up and whine about the theme. That outta the way we can discuss whats important to me.

You can call me James, or you can call me Jamie, or you can call me Jimmy...

but ya doesn't have to call me Mr. Johnson.

Some people seem to call him things euphemistically synonymous with "Johnson" too....:D
 
You can call me James, or you can call me Jamie, or you can call me Jimmy...

but ya doesn't have to call me Mr. Johnson.

Some people seem to call him things euphemistically synonymous with "Johnson" too....:D

Some men are Johnsons, and some are pussies.
 
I'll give your thread a bump James. I have no issue with any of your threads at least you try to get some conversation going that isn't about current events, TV shows, or "Gee is she really cumming when she says she is"

Keep up the good work Old Hoss
 
I'll give your thread a bump James. I have no issue with any of your threads at least you try to get some conversation going that isn't about current events, TV shows, or "Gee is she really cumming when she says she is"

Keep up the good work Old Hoss

Whorehouses I have known and loved, perhaps?

I can recommend the Night and Day Club in Callao, Peru, as well as the Lucky Bar in Keelung, Taiwan.

Just from hearsay, of course.;)

But DON'T go to the government-sponsored one in Callao, "El Tracadero." Sometimes price is not the best measure of value.

Trust me on that.
 
I'll give your thread a bump James. I have no issue with any of your threads at least you try to get some conversation going that isn't about current events, TV shows, or "Gee is she really cumming when she says she is"

Keep up the good work Old Hoss

Is she? Would she like to?
 
Whorehouses I have known and loved, perhaps?

I can recommend the Night and Day Club in Callao, Peru, as well as the Lucky Bar in Keelung, Taiwan.

Just from hearsay, of course.;)

But DON'T go to the government-sponsored one in Callao, "El Tracadero." Sometimes price is not the best measure of value.

Trust me on that.

The Big easy, baby, you cannot go wrong.
 
The Big easy, baby, you cannot go wrong.

Oh, you certainly can...of course you might not regret it even so.

American whorehouses are like gas-station sushi--just because they smell like fish doesn't mean you're going to get what you're paying for.

Well, you can count on getting fucked, for sure. Just not in the way you were hoping for.

Although there are a couple of Korean bars on Telephone road south of Houston...but that's imported labor.
 
Oh, you certainly can...of course you might not regret it even so.

American whorehouses are like gas-station sushi--just because they smell like fish doesn't mean you're going to get what you're paying for.

Well, you can count on getting fucked, for sure. Just not in the way you were hoping for.

Although there are a couple of Korean bars on Telephone road south of Houston...but that's imported labor.

Maybe you're right, for the average encounter.

But I have some.....interesting tastes and fetishes and the places that will supply them have never let them down.
 
Just outside the main gate at Osan Airbase in South Korea there are a multitude of "bars" where an airman can meet a comely young thing, at least back in the day (1975) you could. There was also a short stretch of road further out called BJ alley, where for $2 you could get...well a BJ.

In town, ;), at the "bars" you could escort a sweet young thing, all over 18 we were assured, home...$5 short time, $10 long time. The extra $5 for the long time let you stay for the night. The short time was you finish, you leave.

I learned quite a few Korean phrase in that village. ;)
 
Just outside the main gate at Osan Airbase in South Korea there are a multitude of "bars" where an airman can meet a comely young thing, at least back in the day (1975) you could. There was also a short stretch of road further out called BJ alley, where for $2 you could get...well a BJ.

In town, ;), at the "bars" you could escort a sweet young thing, all over 18 we were assured, home...$5 short time, $10 long time. The extra $5 for the long time let you stay for the night. The short time was you finish, you leave.

I learned quite a few Korean phrase in that village. ;)

Like Kim-chi?

"You butterfly, you die?"

"I have to pay mama-san?"
 
Kim-chi is quite good. Mama-san always got paid.

Never heard about the butterfly.


You must have been unnecessarily faithful.

Butterflies flit from flower to flower, sampling the nectar of each...until someone cuts their dicks off and barbecues them for the dog.
 
You must have been unnecessarily faithful.

Butterflies flit from flower to flower, sampling the nectar of each...until someone cuts their dicks off and barbecues them for the dog.

No, just discriminating. Only went to approved clubs and never "dated" a girl that wasn't "tagged". My roommate did shack up with a pretty young thing while I was there, that was my second room mate.

The first got shipped to the Philippines when his tour was up to be treated for the clap before he got to go home.

I was damned if I was going to go there. So in some cases abstinence was better than shipping off to the Philippines.
 
No, just discriminating. Only went to approved clubs and never "dated" a girl that wasn't "tagged". My roommate did shack up with a pretty young thing while I was there, that was my second room mate.

The first got shipped to the Philippines when his tour was up to be treated for the clap before he got to go home.

I was damned if I was going to go there. So in some cases abstinence was better than shipping off to the Philippines.

They couldn't fix the clap in Korea? That's really fucked.

And sending someone to the PI to get rid of the clap? What a joke. You might as well send somebody to the Sahara Desert to get rid of sunburn.

My "steady" in Pusan stopped by the clinic to have a twat inspection before the first time we did it. Made me feel extra-special.:D
 
They couldn't fix the clap in Korea? That's really fucked.

And sending someone to the PI to get rid of the clap? What a joke. You might as well send somebody to the Sahara Desert to get rid of sunburn.

My "steady" in Pusan stopped by the clinic to have a twat inspection before the first time we did it. Made me feel extra-special.:D

It was a strain that needed special meds and he would be confined to hospital the entire time. Just like him to catch the black clap. I actually never heard if he got home either. Our squadron commander usually kept us updated with flight mates as they processed home.

All the club girls had to stop by the base clinic once a month, if they didn't they couldn't work at the authorized clubs. If they didn't work there they might as well not work.
 
Just outside the main gate at Osan Airbase in South Korea there are a multitude of "bars" where an airman can meet a comely young thing, at least back in the day (1975) you could. There was also a short stretch of road further out called BJ alley, where for $2 you could get...well a BJ.

In town, ;), at the "bars" you could escort a sweet young thing, all over 18 we were assured, home...$5 short time, $10 long time. The extra $5 for the long time let you stay for the night. The short time was you finish, you leave.

I learned quite a few Korean phrase in that village. ;)

Some things never change, during the Malaysian Insurgency in the 50's it was much the same, if anything cheaper. Most of the girls were from the Chinese minority but the smart men took a bit more trouble and looked out for the Malay girls. They were moslems and generally very discrete - in particular they didn't want their Father or brothers to know where the money came from for their last meal.
 
It was a strain that needed special meds and he would be confined to hospital the entire time. Just like him to catch the black clap. I actually never heard if he got home either. Our squadron commander usually kept us updated with flight mates as they processed home.

All the club girls had to stop by the base clinic once a month, if they didn't they couldn't work at the authorized clubs. If they didn't work there they might as well not work.

Ah, the old Bullhead Clap. Never had the pleasure, myself, but I saw a case once on a ship. NAAAS-TY!

Almost enough to make a guy give up pussy for good.

But not quite.:D
 
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