Anyone in Indonesia?
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Location: Probolinggo, Indonesia
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Re: Anyone in Indonesia?
International date line? Sounds good. Indonesian bird on Monday, Filipina on Tuesday etc etc :-)
#18
Re: Anyone in Indonesia?
Oh gawd. But what I'd like to know is what you do with a million pigs :-/
#19
Re: Anyone in Indonesia?
an extract from a letter to my mother:
Im lifting my hat to the local ladies, and lifting their skirts too. Its the English gentleman in me. They want a bit of English gentleman in them too, judging by the comments.
I went to midtown nightclub last night. caught the local taxi bus. Well - it once was a taxi bus, but in recent years it has become 10,000 pieces of rust flying in free formation. The effect was rather like a runaway tram. we got to Bentio, but God knows how. The side door fell off at one stage. A girl held it on after that. she achieved this by putting her hand through the window. I remember thinking to myself : I never knew these Toyota minibus side windows wound down. They don't. It seems they fall out instead. Bit hard to pick them up and hold them in place when they are smashed al over the roadside.
The nightclubs was a cross between a school disco and a bikers clubhouse in Hell. A 12something tried hard to pick me up. I declined. Got pissed - unwise move in a slightly risky (and risqué) environment. Soon i was agreeing with two guys who looked like extras from Pirates of the Caribbean. They offered to take me home to meet their mother. Apparently she is good in bed.
I escaped in a drunken state around 1am, just as the fights were hotting up. Outside the police were arresting a topless girl for being drunk.
This was a huge pity as I had spent my life saving getting her into this state, in the hope of a quick Beachside Blowjob after closing. Had the local police not interfered I probably would have succeeded. Pack of do-gooders and ratbags if you ask me
I was a tad surprised to learn that the last taxi bus staggers around the island at 11pm. I did call TaxisRus, but the number rang out, so I set off walking This attracted considerable attention, as white men don't walk. At least not in Kiribati.
Lots of people invited me home, saying that they needed to "protect my wallet". When I told them I had emptied it getting a big fat ****er pissed, only to see her get arrested for my efforts, they seemed to lose the altruistic motives. In short they told me to piss off.
I was rescued by the only gay on the island, who was driving around in a pick up truck with a pig in the back. It seems if he doesn't pick up a hitchhiker the pig gets lucky.
I arrived home at 2am, my ass still intact. I assume the pig did sterling service.
and so to bed.
your loving son
Slappy
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Re: Anyone in Indonesia?
International date line sounds interesting to me as well ...
Did you catch a lot of birds out there guys ...??
Did you catch a lot of birds out there guys ...??
#22
Re: Anyone in Indonesia?
Pigs????
an extract from a letter to my mother:
Im lifting my hat to the local ladies, and lifting their skirts too. Its the English gentleman in me. They want a bit of English gentleman in them too, judging by the comments.
I went to midtown nightclub last night. caught the local taxi bus. Well - it once was a taxi bus, but in recent years it has become 10,000 pieces of rust flying in free formation. The effect was rather like a runaway tram. we got to Bentio, but God knows how. The side door fell off at one stage. A girl held it on after that. she achieved this by putting her hand through the window. I remember thinking to myself : I never knew these Toyota minibus side windows wound down. They don't. It seems they fall out instead. Bit hard to pick them up and hold them in place when they are smashed al over the roadside.
The nightclubs was a cross between a school disco and a bikers clubhouse in Hell. A 12something tried hard to pick me up. I declined. Got pissed - unwise move in a slightly risky (and risqué) environment. Soon i was agreeing with two guys who looked like extras from Pirates of the Caribbean. They offered to take me home to meet their mother. Apparently she is good in bed.
I escaped in a drunken state around 1am, just as the fights were hotting up. Outside the police were arresting a topless girl for being drunk.
This was a huge pity as I had spent my life saving getting her into this state, in the hope of a quick Beachside Blowjob after closing. Had the local police not interfered I probably would have succeeded. Pack of do-gooders and ratbags if you ask me
I was a tad surprised to learn that the last taxi bus staggers around the island at 11pm. I did call TaxisRus, but the number rang out, so I set off walking This attracted considerable attention, as white men don't walk. At least not in Kiribati.
Lots of people invited me home, saying that they needed to "protect my wallet". When I told them I had emptied it getting a big fat ****er pissed, only to see her get arrested for my efforts, they seemed to lose the altruistic motives. In short they told me to piss off.
I was rescued by the only gay on the island, who was driving around in a pick up truck with a pig in the back. It seems if he doesn't pick up a hitchhiker the pig gets lucky.
I arrived home at 2am, my ass still intact. I assume the pig did sterling service.
and so to bed.
your loving son
Slappy
an extract from a letter to my mother:
Im lifting my hat to the local ladies, and lifting their skirts too. Its the English gentleman in me. They want a bit of English gentleman in them too, judging by the comments.
I went to midtown nightclub last night. caught the local taxi bus. Well - it once was a taxi bus, but in recent years it has become 10,000 pieces of rust flying in free formation. The effect was rather like a runaway tram. we got to Bentio, but God knows how. The side door fell off at one stage. A girl held it on after that. she achieved this by putting her hand through the window. I remember thinking to myself : I never knew these Toyota minibus side windows wound down. They don't. It seems they fall out instead. Bit hard to pick them up and hold them in place when they are smashed al over the roadside.
The nightclubs was a cross between a school disco and a bikers clubhouse in Hell. A 12something tried hard to pick me up. I declined. Got pissed - unwise move in a slightly risky (and risqué) environment. Soon i was agreeing with two guys who looked like extras from Pirates of the Caribbean. They offered to take me home to meet their mother. Apparently she is good in bed.
I escaped in a drunken state around 1am, just as the fights were hotting up. Outside the police were arresting a topless girl for being drunk.
This was a huge pity as I had spent my life saving getting her into this state, in the hope of a quick Beachside Blowjob after closing. Had the local police not interfered I probably would have succeeded. Pack of do-gooders and ratbags if you ask me
I was a tad surprised to learn that the last taxi bus staggers around the island at 11pm. I did call TaxisRus, but the number rang out, so I set off walking This attracted considerable attention, as white men don't walk. At least not in Kiribati.
Lots of people invited me home, saying that they needed to "protect my wallet". When I told them I had emptied it getting a big fat ****er pissed, only to see her get arrested for my efforts, they seemed to lose the altruistic motives. In short they told me to piss off.
I was rescued by the only gay on the island, who was driving around in a pick up truck with a pig in the back. It seems if he doesn't pick up a hitchhiker the pig gets lucky.
I arrived home at 2am, my ass still intact. I assume the pig did sterling service.
and so to bed.
your loving son
Slappy