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How come porn stars kiss but prostitutes don't?
Ok I heard the reason prostitutes don't kiss is because they don't want to get close to their clients. I would imagine porn stars don't want to get close to their clients either. However, in the many (and I mean many) porn movies that I've seen the female actresses have no problem doing deep french kissing and spitting in the guys mouth. So why don't prostitutes do this even though prostitution and and pornography are the same thing?
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i know this 1, having meet a porn star vixen, they get tested and tested periodically for std's.that way they can give you those intimate scenes,when in reality half are coked up and dead inside.now prostitution my boy is the act of getting sexual needs fulfilled by currency.it is no way the same as porn,unless you are paying porn stars to go at in front of you,and then jumping in.now street walkers,or ladies of the night may have diseases, i.e open mouth sores,hepatitis,t.b,you name it.and if they don't then odds are the john(slang for customer)will have it.
now call girls are a step up from street walkers.the one that ruined Elliot spitzer(google him)and the ones the famous Hollywood madame Heidi fliss(google)employed were in the thousand category,not 100or 500 bucks as others have mentioned mind you,because they are tested and schooled in the arts of sex.they can size up a man and know what he's into buy looking at his demeanor,and style of dress.thats why they get the big bucks.there's a difference between a handjob in an alley,and a romp in a five star hotel.
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working in a building lobby and letting the call girls up to see their sugar daddys.
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Hey guys.....
Home safe and sound. I actually got back to Charlotte at 10am yesterday......but I was in total recovery mode (which was a good thing, and well worth it). I assume Skipper probably did something similar. He was catching an 11:15 flight to Knoxville to get him home near 1pm.
But here's the story.....it was fucking awesome. Once Skipper got his ass outta bed on Sunday morning, the adventure began. We took a shuttle bus from the hotel to the subway station. While at the subway station, Skipper and I met up with a couple from San Fran. They have been married for 30 years and were super nice. They were looking as perplexed as we were about the subway route to get to the stadium, so we joined forces.
We got on the first subway train and had to make a connection to another one....but luckily, the lady that we joined forces with spotted a RedSox usher that was on his way to work. So at that point, we were just following him.
So we arrived just outside of Fenway at 10:45 (game started at 1:35). We spotted one of the most well known bars outside of Fenway....The Cask & Flagon. That's where Skipper and I chose to start our drinking. We asked the couple from San Fran to join us......so they did.
Law in Boston is you can't be served beer until 11am on Sunday, so we got our table.....and water (for 10 minutes). Precisely at 11am, our waitress brought over the first round. Sandi (our waitress), was absolutely fantastic. Had the thick Boston accent, very personable, and easy on the eyes
After about an hour, the couple that joined us left because they wanted to go ahead and get into the stadium. Come to find out, the guy used to umpire Dustin Pedroia in Little League.....so he was going to try and find him and maybe have a chat with him before the game.
Skipper and I stayed put for another half an hour or so......shot the shit with Sandi some.....drank a couple more beers......then we left to head into Fenway around 12:30.
The seats we had were great. They were behind the 3rd base dugout, about 20 rows up or so. Perfect view of the entire field. Only thing that would have been better was if the sun cooperated. It was overcast a lot of the day, and when the sun finally did come out, we were in the shade from the upper levels. Poor Skipper was freezing his Australian ass off. Yeah, I said Australian. Everyone around us at the ballpark thought Skipper was Australian because that's how he introduced himself. Pretty sure I had a ton of fun laughing at him convince everyone of his new nationality.
The game itself was good to watch, too. Beers, italian sausage dogs, more beers, and a few home runs made the game. Ultimately, the game went 17 innings but we were long gone by then. Around the 7th inning, we ended up heading back to the Cask & Flagon to drink a little more and to get Skipper warm. He was freezing......which turned out to be a good thing, in hindsight.
When we went back into the C&F to drink some more, we had Sandi again (requested her), and she was more than happy to have us back. She told us that we should probably just take a cab to the TD Garden instead of trying to get on the subway.....which was great advice. After having beers #7, 8 and 9 on the day, we bid Sandi farewell (not without getting her phone number first) and off we headed to the Garden.
So once we got to the Garden, we were a little early. In fact, they weren't even letting most people in......oh but wait, we had SUITE level tickets. "Right this way sir. You can use this elevator and head on up." FUCKING AWESOME!
Once we got up to our level and got off of the elevator, you could tell this was going to be an amazing experience. Everything was so nice, memorabilia from the past Celtics and Bruins teams lined the hallway, and the suite was absolutely perfect. In our exploration, we found the bar area for our suite level and it was amazing. So amazing, as we entered, I asked if we were allowed into it. "Absolutely sir. Have a great time!" Ok....we didn't disappoint the host then.
At the executive bar, we started on beer #10 and started meeting people again. My Australian friend did not disappoint. I'll give him this, Skipper never slipped. He played a great Australian, and everyone just ate it up. We ended up meeting a very nice couple from Maine, and we chatted them up for a little while. Again, they couldn't have been nicer people.
Once it got close to gametime, it was time to go sit in the suite and get comfortable. For those of you that caught the game on TV, it was a total assbeating. The Celtics came out of the gate so fast and just never missed. I remember looking at the stats being displayed in the 3rd quarter, and the Celtics were shooting 66% for the game.....SICK! The crowd at the Garden was awesome too. Even when the game was in blowout mode, they were still really into it. Skipper and I finally departed the game with about 6 mins left in the game, just to avoid some of the traffic......the game was never in doubt and at that point, most (if not all) of the starters were sitting.
Cab ride back to the hotel.....a quick trip to the hotel bar for Skipper to get a lil food (and I mean lil food.....fish and chips = $22......and you got 1 piece of fish. Skipper bitched about it to the manager which was great!) From there, it was time to crash.....we had an 8am flight to catch!!!
So here's the bottom line.....Skipper is the best kind of friend to have (this pains Nole to hear). I couldn't have asked for a more fun weekend. And all the people in Boston were so nice. I would absolutely go back again....who knows, maybe I will........
Home safe and sound. I actually got back to Charlotte at 10am yesterday......but I was in total recovery mode (which was a good thing, and well worth it). I assume Skipper probably did something similar. He was catching an 11:15 flight to Knoxville to get him home near 1pm.
But here's the story.....it was fucking awesome. Once Skipper got his ass outta bed on Sunday morning, the adventure began. We took a shuttle bus from the hotel to the subway station. While at the subway station, Skipper and I met up with a couple from San Fran. They have been married for 30 years and were super nice. They were looking as perplexed as we were about the subway route to get to the stadium, so we joined forces.
We got on the first subway train and had to make a connection to another one....but luckily, the lady that we joined forces with spotted a RedSox usher that was on his way to work. So at that point, we were just following him.
So we arrived just outside of Fenway at 10:45 (game started at 1:35). We spotted one of the most well known bars outside of Fenway....The Cask & Flagon. That's where Skipper and I chose to start our drinking. We asked the couple from San Fran to join us......so they did.
Law in Boston is you can't be served beer until 11am on Sunday, so we got our table.....and water (for 10 minutes). Precisely at 11am, our waitress brought over the first round. Sandi (our waitress), was absolutely fantastic. Had the thick Boston accent, very personable, and easy on the eyes
After about an hour, the couple that joined us left because they wanted to go ahead and get into the stadium. Come to find out, the guy used to umpire Dustin Pedroia in Little League.....so he was going to try and find him and maybe have a chat with him before the game.
Skipper and I stayed put for another half an hour or so......shot the shit with Sandi some.....drank a couple more beers......then we left to head into Fenway around 12:30.
The seats we had were great. They were behind the 3rd base dugout, about 20 rows up or so. Perfect view of the entire field. Only thing that would have been better was if the sun cooperated. It was overcast a lot of the day, and when the sun finally did come out, we were in the shade from the upper levels. Poor Skipper was freezing his Australian ass off. Yeah, I said Australian. Everyone around us at the ballpark thought Skipper was Australian because that's how he introduced himself. Pretty sure I had a ton of fun laughing at him convince everyone of his new nationality.
The game itself was good to watch, too. Beers, italian sausage dogs, more beers, and a few home runs made the game. Ultimately, the game went 17 innings but we were long gone by then. Around the 7th inning, we ended up heading back to the Cask & Flagon to drink a little more and to get Skipper warm. He was freezing......which turned out to be a good thing, in hindsight.
When we went back into the C&F to drink some more, we had Sandi again (requested her), and she was more than happy to have us back. She told us that we should probably just take a cab to the TD Garden instead of trying to get on the subway.....which was great advice. After having beers #7, 8 and 9 on the day, we bid Sandi farewell (not without getting her phone number first)
and off we headed to the Garden.So once we got to the Garden, we were a little early. In fact, they weren't even letting most people in......oh but wait, we had SUITE level tickets. "Right this way sir. You can use this elevator and head on up." FUCKING AWESOME!
Once we got up to our level and got off of the elevator, you could tell this was going to be an amazing experience. Everything was so nice, memorabilia from the past Celtics and Bruins teams lined the hallway, and the suite was absolutely perfect. In our exploration, we found the bar area for our suite level and it was amazing. So amazing, as we entered, I asked if we were allowed into it. "Absolutely sir. Have a great time!" Ok....we didn't disappoint the host then.
At the executive bar, we started on beer #10 and started meeting people again. My Australian friend did not disappoint. I'll give him this, Skipper never slipped. He played a great Australian, and everyone just ate it up. We ended up meeting a very nice couple from Maine, and we chatted them up for a little while. Again, they couldn't have been nicer people.
Once it got close to gametime, it was time to go sit in the suite and get comfortable. For those of you that caught the game on TV, it was a total assbeating. The Celtics came out of the gate so fast and just never missed. I remember looking at the stats being displayed in the 3rd quarter, and the Celtics were shooting 66% for the game.....SICK! The crowd at the Garden was awesome too. Even when the game was in blowout mode, they were still really into it. Skipper and I finally departed the game with about 6 mins left in the game, just to avoid some of the traffic......the game was never in doubt and at that point, most (if not all) of the starters were sitting.
Cab ride back to the hotel.....a quick trip to the hotel bar for Skipper to get a lil food (and I mean lil food.....fish and chips = $22......and you got 1 piece of fish. Skipper bitched about it to the manager which was great!) From there, it was time to crash.....we had an 8am flight to catch!!!
So here's the bottom line.....Skipper is the best kind of friend to have (this pains Nole to hear). I couldn't have asked for a more fun weekend. And all the people in Boston were so nice. I would absolutely go back again....who knows, maybe I will........
:facepalm:
All that Boston poon-tang up there and you pal around with Ozzie and Harriet!!!!
Jesus H!!!!!!!!
:facepalm:
I've got some work to do down here......
:facepalm:
TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I think you guys mis-read Bart's statement. We went to the bar with those two Californians, but Bart wanted to go back to get the digits of the waitress.
I got too attached to the Sapporo 22oz oil cans at the Celtics bar - that on top of the draft beer and the sushi left me with an interesting flight back to Knoxville.
Bart is going to be fine - had his game face on and went 1 for 1 on getting the digits. She even had input on what accent I needed to use. Aussie at Fenway, British at the Celtics blowout.
Fenway was great - problem was that I felt like I was watching two minor league teams. I knew 4 of the 18 starters.
TD Garden was the shit. Could possibly go back up if things fall in place and they play the Heat.opcorn2
BTW - Nole, don't comment when you are scared to ask the great Deb for permission to go. Schmuck:00x3
I got too attached to the Sapporo 22oz oil cans at the Celtics bar - that on top of the draft beer and the sushi left me with an interesting flight back to Knoxville.
Bart is going to be fine - had his game face on and went 1 for 1 on getting the digits. She even had input on what accent I needed to use. Aussie at Fenway, British at the Celtics blowout.
Fenway was great - problem was that I felt like I was watching two minor league teams. I knew 4 of the 18 starters.
TD Garden was the shit. Could possibly go back up if things fall in place and they play the Heat.
opcorn2 BTW - Nole, don't comment when you are scared to ask the great Deb for permission to go. Schmuck:00x3
:nono: Jack - no insults from a guy who leaves after 18 holes of golf to rub Nole's bunion
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Scared? You call the day before the trip! Nice little 1-day advance airline ticket? That would have been a grand right there!
Piss on Boston anyways, heard guys just hang with old couples.
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Man, you guys know how to party!!!!!
:lol:
Skipper that sounds like an awesome weekend. You are a great guy (supposedly). :mj07:
Bart, glad you got out and had a great weekend. Who cares if it was meeting old couples. What these fools (aka Nole) dont know is that it's not that easy to go up and meet a chick....esp when they're not on stage picking up your dollars, or if you havent done it in a while.
With everything that is going on with ya, I would think the last thing on your mind would be strange. Plus, I bet if you get skipper drunk enough you could probably have gotten a little rub and tuck:shrug:
Bart, glad you got out and had a great weekend. Who cares if it was meeting old couples. What these fools (aka Nole) dont know is that it's not that easy to go up and meet a chick....esp when they're not on stage picking up your dollars, or if you havent done it in a while.
With everything that is going on with ya, I would think the last thing on your mind would be strange. Plus, I bet if you get skipper drunk enough you could probably have gotten a little rub and tuck:shrug:
They were the ones you drank the Sopporos with at the basketball game, before the game started at the arena bar. Pretty sure they knew Sportsaholic.
so a couple that have been married 30 years are Ozzie and Harriet? fuker... Come to Buffalo, the old lady and I will take you out... (31 years in august)
opcorn2 