On the road with Ramashiva in Las Vegas
William Coleman
bar experiences with you, so here you have a mixed titty bar and poker room
review. That is why there is no OT prefix. There is actually some poker
content in this post.
From the thread "OT: Roommates wanted", in case you missed it --
"Douglas Dunn" <jack.d...@mscrtc.ang.af.mil> wrote in message
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: pokerchimp wrote:
: > actually, i once dated a vegetarian lesbian stripper...60 pounds
LMFAO!!! When I read this, I thought Jewish American Lesbian was saying
that the fucking stripper weighed 60 pounds!
OMFG! ROFLMAO! That would be the ultimate skinny little broad with no
tits, which, as you all know, is my ultimate fantasy love/sex body type.
Speaking of skinny little broads with no tits, I saw one yesterday on day
shift at Crazy Horse Too, which is on Industrial just north of the Sahara
overpass. Her name is Lisa. Lisa is a cocktail waitress training to be a
stripper. Probably 5' 6", 80 pounds, and could pass for a man in the tit
department. This girl was anorexic, to say the least. Pretty face, but
drawn and emaciated.
Speaking of the Crazy Horse Too, it has been reborn, after losing its liquor
license a few weeks (months?) ago. I experienced considerable schadenfreude
when this happened, since I was rudely booted out of the club in 2001, after
practically living there for several years. This was because some fucking
stripper decided I was rude to her because I talked to her earlier, then
decided to get lap dances from another girl, which I also regret.
This is one thing you have to be very careful about when hanging out in
strip clubs. It is very easy to get tossed out of strip clubs, especially
if you are outrageous like me, or even if you're not. I have been tossed
out of three strip clubs -- Olympic Garden, 1998 -- Crazy Horse Too, 2001 --
and Cheetahs, 2006. The Cheetahs incident happened several months ago, and
it involved a stripper simply lying to the bouncers because she thought I
was rude to her.
So try to be super polite to everyone -- the strippers, the cocktail
waitresses, the bouncers -- especially the bouncers. It never hurts to tip
the bouncers $20 once in awhile. They especially like to get green and
black checks from nearby casinos.
Speaking of Crazy Horse Too, this is as good a time as any to give you a
comprehensive review, since this marked a grand homecoming for me to what
has always been my favorite strip club in Las Vegas or anywhere else.
But let me begin at the beginning, but of course I couldn't do that, because
I could easily write a series of thousand page novels on my experiences the
last two months or so since I have been on the road. I have been back in
Las Vegas for what, two weeks? But it's still like being on the road. I
have been sleeping on my couch for two weeks because I tossed out my old
mattress, expecting the delivery of a new extra firm Sealy Posturpedic Queen
mattress from J.C. Penney. I ordered it a month ago, and I just found out
yesterday it's still in a warehouse up in Reno. They told me delivery would
be three weeks or or so, but still.
Anyway, I realized last Saturday that I am now addicted to or dependent on
Ramashiva's Secret Formula -- Camel Turkish Gold 100s, Diet Coke, and Red
Bull. I had a great Sabbath at the Seventh Day Adventist Church in Boulder
City -- Sabbath Bible Study at 9:30, Worship Service at 11, followed by
Sabbath potluck dinner. Sometimes the conversations at these potlucks go on
for hours, and I got involved in one of these with several of the smarter
guys at this church. One of them is a chiropracter named Jamie, and he
seriously thinks I am doing long term damage to my health by going on these
two and three day runs with no sleep fueled by Ramashiva's Secret Formula.
Chasened by Jamie, I finally left the Church about 5 pm; and I decided to go
the rest of the day without Diet Coke and Red Bull. I was well rested that
day when I went to Church, and had consumed a couple of Diet Coke/Red
Bull/Orange Juice concoctions on the drive to Boulder City.
I have been so consumed by horniness and hustling women that I haven't been
playing a lot of poker. Some, but not nearly enough to cover the
approximately $4000 in travel expenses and $4000 in titty bar expenses I
have racked up the last couple of months. I have been trying to get into
playing at Binion's, since they seem to be the last place in town with a 5%
rake, at least with a structured $4/$8 game, which is my preferred live
game.
So I went downtown, and they had a good $4/$8 game. I started ordering
extra spicy Virgin Marys and bottles of water, instead of Diet Coke and
limes. They have no Red Bull or other energy drinks at Binion's. Shame on
them.
By midnight, I was winning about $60 and running out of steam, so I went
downstairs and ordered two of the 99 cent breakfast specials (no meat). I
figured a big shot of protein and a couple of cigarettes (Yes, you can still
smoke in Binion's coffee shop) would revive me. But no. I went back and
tried to play, but I was so fatigued that I couldn't even keep my eyes open.
When I am well rested and wound up on Red Bull and Diet Coke, I can stay up
all night and well into the next day without feeling any fatigue whatsoever.
So I went home that night realizing I had an addiction problem. The next
couple of days, through election day, I went cold turkey. Well, I still
smoked a few cigarettes. The result was I basically slept on my couch for
two days, except to wake up once in a while to eat and smoke a joint.
Wednesday, I realized I had to do something, so Wednesday afternoon I made
my standard Costco run -- case of Diet Coke, case of Red Bull, big bag of
limes, big bag of oranges. I then drove out to Boulder City for Wednesday
night Bible Study, fueling up on Diet Coke and Red Bull on the way. Feeling
good after Bible Study, I headed for Binion's.
I got there around 9, and they had no $4/$8 game, only $2/$4 limit and $1/$2
no limit. I guess I will have to learn to play no limit cash games, because
that seems to be where most of the action is at Binion's these days. They
frequently have $5/$10 no limit games as well.
Anyway, I hate playing in these $2/$4 games because of the 10% $4 max rake.
I guess you can make a profit with supertight play against the truly
mediocre opposition in these games, but why bother? One good thing about
these games, when the action is six-handed or less, they make it $1 max
rake. I have gotten that from three different shift supervisors, so I think
that is standard policy.
But I was well rested and in a good mood (Red Bull has that effect), so I
figured -- Fuck it. I have got to get some discipline back. I am well
rested and feeling good. I am going to sit and play for at least eight
hours, or as long as there is a game.
They also have regular tournaments going on at Binion's, so the poker room
is now quite large. They must have at least 30 tables, maybe more.
They even have a tournament at 2 am, which attracted enough players to fill
three tables. Not bad at 2 am in the middle of the week. Anyway, there
were a lot of people around, including several outrageously sexy women, but
they were all locked up by husbands/boyfriends, so even a brazen Ramashiva
hustle was out of the question.
Needless to say, all these sexy women got my mind off poker and onto sex,
but the only available women were two fat broads in the game from Michigan,
who were staying up all night waiting to check into a hotel room. I briefly
considered hustling them. I suppose they were fuckable. They both had
pretty faces and likeable personalities. But I just didn't feel I could put
a sincere hustle on them, so I didn't.
I went absolutely card dead in the game, and I wound up losing $28 by 5 am.
The game was dominated most of the night by two obnoxious drunks who were
friends and carried on a nonstop trashtalking bullshit commentary, which no
one at the table found at all funny. If you try to have a conversation with
anyone else at the table, they interject themselves into that conversation
too. You know the type.
The game was still going strong at 5 am, so I went out to my car to refuel
with cannabis and Red Bull. I got really fucking blasted. This pot I'm
smoking right now is potent and EXTREMELY slow burning. It takes forever to
smoke a joint, which is good.
I went back into the casino, and the two fat broads were playing slots. One
of them is married, so I approached the single one and asked her if the game
had broken up, which of course it had. I was actually going to hustle her
if I had received any friendly or horny vibes. I didn't, so I didn't.
Now, I am wide awake, feeling fine, stoned on my butt. What am I going to
do? Go home and post on RGP for 16 straight hours? Horny as hell? I don't
think so. I went back out to my car, got two Red Bulls, and drank them with
two 99 cent breakfast specials. By the way, besides being a big jolt of
protein, four eggs are also a great source of lecithin, which is a great
source of choline, which your body converts to acetylcholine, which is a
fundamental neurotransmitter. I have found that a large dose of lecithin,
either as a supplement or in food, is a great way to combat fatigue and keep
mentally sharp. If you want to maximize the conversion of choline to
acetylcholine, take one or more DMAE capsules and one or more good B100
capsules at the same time.
Naturally, the next place I find myself is cruising Industrial Road at 6 am,
looking for an open strip club. This is when you know for sure that you are
really horny, really lonely, and really desperate. When you are cruising
Industrial Road at 6 am Thursday morning looking for an open strip club.
I drove past Crazy Horse Too and saw a bunch of cars outside, but I just
kept on driving. The only other strip club I saw open was Sapphire's, I
think that's the name. It's in the building behind the Stardust that used
to be an athletic club. There were practically no cars in the parking lot,
so I headed back to Crazy Horse Too.
Even though it had been five years since my rude ejection from Crazy Horse
Too, I was reluctant to go back, because this is the Mafia we are talking
about here, and when they throw you out of a strip club, they threaten to do
all sorts of horrible things if you ever come back.
I figured that there must have been a complete change of management,
including bouncers, for them to get their liquor license back, so I decided
to chance it. None of these Mafia bouncers have ever laid a hand on me,
except to frisk me for weapons, when ejecting me from a club. But they have
been extremely rude, to say the least.
So I really wasn't too worried about getting beaten up. Naturally the club
was completely dead at 6 am in the middle of the week. Naturally there was
the usual complement of North Las Vegas crack whores, but there were a few
decent looking white girls too, so I decided to stay. Incredibly, there was
no girl dancing on stage. I immediately started complaining about this to
the strippers, cocktail waitresses, and bouncers. Everyone told me the
stage show would be starting shortly. For the next twelve hours, maybe two
or three girls danced on stage.
This is idiocy. Most men who go into a strip club expect to see girls
dancing on stage. They expect to see naked women doing outrageous things
for the price of a drink. The fucking strippers in this club are too
fucking lazy to get up on stage because they think there is no business.
What happens when a live one like me walks in, sees there is no stage
dancing, and walks out?
I stayed because I knew a lot of the girls were in the back napping or
eating. The morning shift at Crazy Horse Too is 5 am to 1 pm. Normally a
major strip club located next to the strip wouldn't be this dead, even at 6
am Thursday morning, but the place evidently just reopened, and it takes a
while for word to get around.
After awhile this decent looking blonde made up to look like Marilyn Monroe
and wearing a bra decided to seduce me. I just wasn't interested, because,
while she was definitely stacked and pretty, she just didn't fit my skinny
little broad with no tits profile.
But this fucking stripper decided to put the full tilt stripper seduction on
me. She's sitting on my lap and starts kissing me passionately. Then she
pulls out her tits and more or less forces me to suck on one of them. Then
she pulls down her G-string and lets me see her pussy. Then she grabs my
now erect penis through my Levis and starts stroking me vigorously. Fuck, I
can't help but get turned on, but I NEVER give into this kind of hustle. I
guess she figured she made my dick stiff, so that meant I would buy lap
dances for sure.
By the way, this scenario is a way you can get cheap thrills in a strip club
without spending any money. A lot of these broads will go the extra mile to
try to get you to buy lap dances. I have even had dancers at Cheetahs grab
my hand, shove one of my fingers up their pussy, and start humping my finger
like crazy.
The major problem is that when you finally say "no", the girl is pissed
because she gave you all the freebies. Unless the club is busy with a lot
of dancers, word will quickly spread that you are just trying to get as much
for free as you can. Also, these girls do get lonely, horny, and bored.
Some of these girls will come and get cuddly and even get into heavy
makeout/petting sessions with you, just to pass the time.
Anyway, just when I am trying to figure out how to get rid of this blonde
without really pissing her off, another girl, named Cinnamon, showed up.
Cinnamon, along with one other girl from day shift, is the major subject of
this review. Cinnamon is 38, and claims to have been in the Army and served
in Iraq. She is the classic veteran stripper -- perfectly sculpted body
from years of working out and doing yoga for several hours everyday. About
5' 4", slender, but not extremely so, with nice, well proportioned, natural,
non-sagging tits. She has long curly brown hair falling down around her
shoulders. Dark complexion with big soulful brown eyes. She is probably
too old for most of you guys, but I immediately saw a kindness and sadness
in her eyes which attracted me right away. Of course beauty is subjective,
but I would say she is very beautiful, and she wears absolutely no makeup.
I know most of you guys have never seen a beautiful woman without makeup,
but they don't look glamorous without makeup, just beautiful.
Anyway, I immediately invited her to sit down. I bought both girls drinks;
and I started regaling these two strippers with tales of Tiffany, my
vegetarian lesbian stripper girlfriend, which I cannot tell you guys about,
because Tiffany made me promise to keep my fucking mouth shut about my
activities with her, especially outside the strip club where I met her.
Cinnamon and I are a perfect match. Veteran stripper, veteran titty bar
addict. The beautiful thing about Cinnamon is that all those years
stripping haven't hardened her. Or she at least puts on a very good act of
being kind and loving. She even got up on stage and danced, which is what I
really like. I like flirting with the girls on stage and getting tits
rubbed in my face for a dollar tip. This is my preferred method of
selecting a girl when I go into a new strip club. I like to take several
hours to check out all the talent, both on stage and off, before spending
any money on anything but drinks. If a stripper hits on me and is real
attractive, I will normally invite her to sit down and have a drink. If she
starts hustling lap dances right away, I immediately lose interest, unless
she is REALLY hot. Sometimes you meet a stripper like Tiffany, or Cinnamon,
or Silver, whom I will tell you about later, and you just know right away
that this girl is as good as it gets.
But, for example, the first time I met Tiffany, she came off the stage after
dancing, and she sat and talked with me for a solid hour without mentioning
lap dancing. I brought up the subject first. This is the type of girl I
believe gives the highest quality titty bar experience.
To sum up -- Ramashiva's first rule of optimizing your titty bar
experience -- You choose the girl. Don't let the girl choose you.
Second rule -- The best way to meet and evaluate girls is to flirt with them
while they are dancing on stage. You can get a lot of cheap thrills that
way and see whether they really turn you on. A beautiful stripper who knows
how to dance and how to seduce men should make you want to grab her and fuck
her on the spot.
While she was on stage, I verified that Cinnamon is in great shape, is a
great dancer, can do all the advanced yoga poses and gymnastic maneuvers,
and has NATURAL tits. I cannot stand boob jobs, especially since I like
small tits in the first place.
Just about this time, they announced that everyone had to move to
Cleopatra's Lounge while they cleaned up the main part of the club.
Cleopatra's Lounge is REALLY dark, and there were no bouncers at all. Just
the bartenders, cocktail waitress, strippers, and a few customers. The
policy there is apparently that they really don't give a fuck what the girls
do, as long as the girl is comfortable with it.
You know, I am so jaded that a lap dance, even a really good dry fucking lap
dance, doesn't do that much for me. But I was glad to be freed of the
onorous "no hands, no touching" rules I had put up with for a month at the
Library, where I met Tiffany. I definitely do not recommend the Library to
anyone, because they are super control freaks and seem determined to make
sure no one has any fun in their club. I met some really beautiful,
wonderful women there, including Tiffany, and another incredibly beautiful
vegetarian lesbian stripper named Silver, who is absolutely the best stage
dancer I have ever seen. Silver is also very bright and a blast to hang out
with. She doesn't hustle you at all. She doesn't need to. The first time
I met Silver, I did a few lap dances with her right before closing. The
next time I came in, she sat and talked with me for three solid hours and
never once brought up the subject of lap dancing. Finally I asked her --
Are you just a conversationalist, or do you also do lap dances?
Seriously, if you want to see perfection in the female form, as well as one
of the most beautiful women on the planet, go see Silver at the Library.
She works swing shift. Tell her Bill, that fat, baldheaded horny fucker,
sent you. Her weak point is her lap dances, which are cold and artistic,
not hot and passionate. Of course, she is hobbled by the incredibly strict
rules at the Library.
Anyway, back to Cinnamon. We moved to Cleopatra's Lounge, and I still
couldn't shake the blonde. She continued to talk as if it were a forgone
conclusion that she and Cinnamon would both do lap dances for me. I kept
telling her "no", but she was really insistent, so finally Cinnamon
basically told me I would have to do at least one lap dance with the blonde,
because she was talking to me first. I paid the blonde for one lap dance
and she mercifully left.
I know you guys aren't interested in the clinical details of lap dances with
Cinnamon, so I will keep that to a minimum. Also, if any law enforcement
officials ever question me about the following, I will claim that I made
everything up and none of it ever happened.
Cinnamon strips down to nothing but a scanty thin cloth G-string under her
regular G-string. You can see her pussy perfectly outlined, and she
obligingly pulls back her G-string so you can see her pussy when she has it
right in your face. I am pretty sure her regular customers get to lick that
pussy, but I didn't want to press my luck. I had complete, unrestricted
access to her titties, including fondling, kneading, kissing, licking,
sucking, etc. She even started kissing me. Teasingly at first, but then we
got into a full blown makeout session. I told her I wasn't interested in
all the acrobatic lapdancing bullshit, just face to face intimacy with dry
fucking, etc. Pretty soon she was straddling me, which is strictly
forbidden at the Library, riding my fully erect cock with nothing on but
that thin little G-string, while kissing me passionately, letting me play
with her tits, ass, or whatever else I wanted to grab. That's pretty much
the way it went for the next five hours, even when I was not paying for lap
dances.
I imagine the other strippers, who were hanging out at a table and at the
bar, were thinking --
What the fuck are they doing? She is not even doing lap dances. They are
just dry fucking each others brains out and making out like a couple of
teenagers.
In other words, great lap dances. The only problem is that she has the
annoying habit of breaking out laughing at the most passionate moments.
Also, she is a walking music encyclopedia. Every song that comes on, she
knows the artist, the band members, who else has covered the song, etc.
I started lap dances with her about 8, and we continued until she got off at
1. I first bought two sets of three dances at $60/set. Then, when I saw
how much fun I was having, I negotiated bulk purchases of 6 dances for $100,
and I spent another $200 that way. She wasn't at all pushy about more lap
dances, but, if you expect to have the undivided attention of a beautiful
stripper like this for several hours, you have to spend some money. I spent
a total of $320 on lap dances and maybe $80 on drinks. In other words,
about $80/hour.
At the end of her shift, Cinnamon got back up on stage and danced for me the
last 15 minutes of her shift. It was like a clinic in stage dancing for the
other strippers in the club, and they all knew it. Their comments and
reactions made that obvious. The girl has class.
Anyway, Cinnamon gets the Ramashiva Five Star Award as a truly outstanding
Las Vegas stripper. Maybe she won't appeal to you the way she appealed to
me, but I am certain most men would find her extremely beautiful and sexy.
After five hours of being throroughly worked over by Cinnamon, I was too
stimulated to sleep, especially since I was knocking back Red Bull clones
with ice and lime at a pretty good pace. So I wound up staying through day
shift, and left about 9 pm. I didn't buy any more lap dances because I was
just too tired and satiated to enjoy them. I did buy a few strippers drinks
and flirt with a few of them on stage when they finally started having girls
dance on stage.
But the highlight of my post-Cinnamon experience was a beautiful young
Puerto Rican stripper named Jayda (spelling?). After Cinnamon left, I
strategically positioned myself at the corner of the stage near a row of
chairs along a wall where the girls do most of their lap dances. I have to
tell you, I get more turned on watching a beautiful woman doing a lap dance
than I do being the recipient. Plus, it's free.
Jayda is young, I would guess 18 - 22, classic skinny little broad with no
tits, and absolutely gorgeous. She doesn't really look Hispanic. She has
black hair, but a fair complexion.
I have to tell you that watching this girl give lap dances is the most
erotic experience I have ever had in a strip club. She also danced on stage
once and is a fabulous stage dancer. I watched her in operation for several
hours. She sat and talked to one guy at the bar for about three hours, then
took him to a chair near where I was sitting and did just three lap dances.
After that, she got more active, and brought one guy after another over for
lap dances. Twice I tipped her $10 when she walked by me after some lap
dances. I told her that I really got off watching her and felt I should tip
her. She just laughed, and she didn't even try to hustle me for lap dances.
That shows a lot of class.
Again, Five Star Award for Jayda, who is undoubtedly the Queen of day shift,
at least in my book. Day shift is 1 pm to 9 pm, in case you are interested.
William Coleman (ramashiva)
Porsche_Dan
My stripper place partner has a theory. After a year or three strippers hate
men so much they become lesbians. Which is why they won't go home with him. He
has proven this theory many many times!
On Nov 10 2006 9:51 PM, William Coleman wrote:
> I know you guys are pissed because I haven't been sharing any of my titty
> bar experiences with you, so here you have a mixed titty bar and poker room
> review. That is why there is no OT prefix. There is actually some poker
> content in this post.
>
> From the thread "OT: Roommates wanted", in case you missed it --
>
>
> "Douglas Dunn" wrote in message
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"William Coleman" <rama...@earthlink.net> wrote in message
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> bar experiences with you, so here you have a mixed titty bar and poker
> room
> review. That is why there is no OT prefix. There is actually some poker
> content in this post.
>
Hey Rama - can't you get a little more bang for your buck being in LV and
all? I'm not being sarcastic or anything, I'm just puzzled by the idea of
spending so much money in strip clubs when I assume there are more appealing
options.
William Coleman
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I assume you are referring to actually getting fucked, or at least getting
your cock sucked. Yes, of course that is possible. This is Las Vegas.
From $20 hot wet blow jobs in a strip casino parking lot, to $2000/night
high class hookers, you can pretty much get whatever you want. For a price.
You can get fucked and sucked in the strip clubs with the right girl if you
go to VIP. I never do that because it is very expensive, and the really
beautiful strippers don't turn tricks. They don't need to. They make a ton
of money doing lap dances.
There are also the escort services, who send a girl to your hotel room for
"entertainment". I don't like this type of prepackaged, plastic setup. If
I were going to patronize a hooker in Las Vegas, which I have never done in
the 22 years I have lived here, I would pick one up in a lounge on the
strip.
Basically, all the unescorted girls in the lounges on the strip are hookers.
They are a lot of fun to party and dance with, and some of them will go out
to your car and get stoned with you. This is where the subject of hot, wet
blowjobs comes up.
Despite being the horniest man on the planet, I have been technically
celibate for 20 years. I am scared to death of AIDS, and I have become
deeply religious, so that I am only willing to have sex in a marriage, or at
least a committed, monogamous relationship. Even Tiffany has not been able
to get me to fuck her, although she has certainly tried.
Then there is the issue of beauty. Some of the hookers in the strip lounges
are young and good looking, but you are not going to find any really
beautiful women like Tiffany, Cinnamon, and Silver. You do understand that
the most beautiful, most physically fit women in the world work in Las Vegas
titty bars. Some of these strippers make "foxes" like Jennifer Anniston and
Angelina Jolie look like "dogs" by comparison.
So, I content myself with companionship, intimacy, and safe sex with the
most beautiful women in the world. I am way too old to be hustling
strippers in titty bars. What I am looking for, of course, is a woman with
whom I can share my life. I still have hopes for Tiffany in that respect,
but she is a really exotic, high maintenance creature with a ton of
emotional baggage, including all the lesbian bullshit.
Tiffany got fired at the Library after I had seen her twice. She called me
while I was down in Blythe and told me that we could go out on dates now,
since she no longer worked at the Library. You know, dinner, dancing, that
sort of thing. She also laid down the rules --
You are never going to get any real sex. That turned out to be a lie.
I give the orders, and you take them. Take it or leave it. I cannot relate
to men any other way. That is just the way I am. Well, that is very
difficult for a man like me with a dominant, alpha male personality.
I get all the women I want.
You get all the women you want.
Tiffany's idea of a good time is to masturbate while watching me fuck a
woman who turns her on. That hasn't actually happened yet, but she has made
it perfectly clear that she wants to do three ways with me with her lesbian
girlfriends. She has also made it perfectly clear that she likes to watch.
Somehow, this is not my idea of a committed monogamous relationship, but
Tiffany is the first woman I have ever truly loved, so I am trying to keep
an open mind about how the relationship is going to evolve.
The whole situation is truly bizarre. I am sure some of the strippers I
have partied with in the past were lesbians, but this is the first time I
have ever knowingly been in a love/sex relationship with a lesbian. Then,
of course, there is Silver, who is an incredibly beautiful, wonderful woman.
And then there is Cinnamon. When I told her about some of my adventures
with Tiffany, she told me -- Well, I am bisexual myself. I didn't ask her
about her diet, but I can tell from the fact that her sweat has no odor that
she doesn't eat meat.
Just another vegetarian lesbian stripper.
Go figure.
William Coleman (ramashiva)
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:
Fred
> Speaking of skinny little broads with no tits, I saw one yesterday on
> day shift at Crazy Horse Too, which is on Industrial just north of
> the Sahara overpass. Her name is Lisa. Lisa is a cocktail waitress
> training to be a stripper. Probably 5' 6", 80 pounds, and could pass
> for a man in the tit department. This girl was anorexic, to say the
> least. Pretty face, but drawn and emaciated.
What is the difference between a skinny girl and a counterfiet dollar bill?
A counterfiet dollar bill is a phony buck.
Fred.
Obelisk
This is when you know for sure that you are
really horny, really lonely, and really desperate.
Dear William,
This is the most honest sentence I have ever read from you.
You fill your existence with constant thought and with constant motion.
Omniscience is not enlightenment.
Motion is not freedom.
It's ok to slow down sometimes, or you will miss too many beautiful realities as
you travel down the road hopped up on mega-doses of caffeine, nicotine, sucrose,
THC, and a seeming limitless supply of cognitive spew.
You can choose to punish yourself.
You can choose to love yourself.
think deep down you feel you deserve to be punished, but you don't.
Good luck.
Peace,
Gregg Ka la'au o ke ola
P.S. The above thoughts are meant in no way to condemn the activities you
describe. Rather, I am pointing out you seem to have too many negative
feelings, associations, and hang ups. You should do as you please, simply, with
love and courtesy, be it to stripper or magnate. Let the fear, loneliness,
desparation go.
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Susan
no one has called him out on "chasened".
DaVoice
"Susan" <sdbr...@netscape.net> wrote in message
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> With Willy's constant criticism of other's spelling and grammar, I am
> amazed no one has called him out on "chasened".
I saw it, but didn't bother, thinking he may have done it intentionally:)
RC
William Coleman
"Obelisk" <gaaron...@aol.com> wrote in message
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:
: This is when you know for sure that you are
: really horny, really lonely, and really desperate.
:
: Dear William,
:
: This is the most honest sentence I have ever read from you.
No more honest that just about every sentence I write.
: You fill your existence with constant thought and with constant motion.
You don't know what I do.
: Omniscience is not enlightenment.
I am not omniscient.
: Motion is not freedom.
Is this supposed to be profound?
: It's ok to slow down sometimes,
Thanks for the heads up.
: or you will miss too many beautiful realities
What would you know about reality? You are a submoron, and you are talking
down to me. That is funny.
: as you travel down the road hopped up on mega-doses of caffeine, nicotine,
I don't really smoke much.
: sucrose,
I avoid sucrose like the plague.
: THC, and a seeming limitless supply of cognitive spew.
:
: You can choose to punish yourself.
:
: You can choose to love yourself.
:
: think deep down you feel you deserve to be punished, but you don't.
:
: Good luck.
:
: Peace,
:
: Gregg Ka la'au o ke ola
:
: P.S. The above thoughts are meant in no way to condemn the activities you
: describe. Rather, I am pointing out you seem to have too many negative
: feelings, associations, and hang ups.
I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about. Apparently you think
you are qualified to give me spiritual advice. You are wrong. You have a
childish, naive, clueless outlook. You are talking to a perfected Kundalini
Yoga Master. Who the fuck are you?
: You should do as you please, simply, with
: love and courtesy, be it to stripper or magnate. Let the fear, loneliness,
: desparation go.
Your advice is unwanted and unneeded.
William Coleman (ramashiva)
William Coleman
"DaVoice" <davoi...@cox.net> wrote in message
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:
: "Susan" <sdbr...@netscape.net> wrote in message
: news:Azt5h.128$Dg6...@newsfe02.lga...
: > With Willy's constant criticism of other's spelling and grammar,
It's not constant criciticism. With everyone except Travel, I am just
joking around. That guy takes the cake. He makes obvious punctuation
errors, especially with commas, and never ever admits any of his mistakes
are mistakes. I have even given him authoritative references showing
specific instances of his comma usage are wrong. You cannot tell the guy
anything. That is why he is such an ignoramus.
: I am amazed no one has called him out on "chasened".
:
: I saw it, but didn't bother, thinking he may have done it intentionally:)
I knew it wasn't right, but I was too lazy to look it up. What is it,
"chastened"?
And hey, I don't use spell check. I misspell words.
William Coleman (ramashiva)
JohnnyYooper
William Coleman wrote:
> :
> : This is the most honest sentence I have ever read from you.
>
> No more honest that just about every sentence I write.
wc, i always enjoy everything you write. but this time i felt you were
trying too hard to sound outragious.
Obelisk
it is better to be at peace than not at peace. You don't sound like you are at
peace.
Gregg La'au
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William Coleman
: It wasn't my intention to insult you in any way. I was simply trying to
: it is better to be at peace than not at peace.
Very profound.
: You don't sound like you are at peace.
I am horny.
William Coleman (ramashiva)
Mark B (Diputsur)
"William Coleman" <rama...@earthlink.net> wrote in message
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> I went absolutely card dead in the game, and I wound up losing $28 by 5 am.
> The game was dominated most of the night by two obnoxious drunks who were
> friends and carried on a nonstop trashtalking bullshit commentary, which no
> one at the table found at all funny. If you try to have a conversation with
> anyone else at the table, they interject themselves into that conversation
> too. You know the type.
Was one of them named 'Ray' ?
Mark
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Raider Fan
<snip outstanding trip report>
Ramishiva,
I basically disagree with pretty much everything you say, but I have to
admit this was one of your best posts ever. Thanks for sharing the
experience!
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TLira
>snipped
My favorite Coleman post ever. Thanks.
TLira
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