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When I was stationed in Hawaii as a fresh 18 year old, a couple friends and I decided to hit the wonderful strip clubs of Waikiki. When I walked in it felt like I was in Amsterdam and they flew in all their strippers. On the way out, one of my friends met a prostitute and took her back to the hotel. Needless to say as he was hitting it from the back, he felt a bulge in the front. Given he was already inside, he finished reluctantly. We found out as we walked in on them and saw the European Shemale. Fast forward 3 weeks later, he found a local Hawaiian gal and was married within days. He was very traumatized and felt getting married was the only way to wash his sins.

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When I was stationed in Hawaii as a fresh 18 year old, a couple friends and I decided to hit the wonderful strip clubs of Waikiki. When I walked in it felt like I was in Amsterdam and they flew in all their strippers. On the way out, one of my friends met a prostitute and took her back to the hotel. Needless to say as he was hitting it from the back, he felt a bulge in the front. Given he was already inside, he finished reluctantly. We found out as we walked in on them and saw the European Shemale. Fast forward 3 weeks later, he found a local Hawaiian gal and was married within days. He was very traumatized and felt getting married was the only way to wash his sins.

YUCK!!! I've never understood in these stories how a man just goes all in on the dook without pulling all clothes off and seeing what's going on down there. I also don't know how he finished... VOMIT, lol...

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When I was stationed in Hawaii as a fresh 18 year old, a couple friends and I decided to hit the wonderful strip clubs of Waikiki. When I walked in it felt like I was in Amsterdam and they flew in all their strippers. On the way out, one of my friends met a prostitute and took her back to the hotel. Needless to say as he was hitting it from the back, he felt a bulge in the front. Given he was already inside, he finished reluctantly. We found out as we walked in on them and saw the European Shemale. Fast forward 3 weeks later, he found a local Hawaiian gal and was married within days. He was very traumatized and felt getting married was the only way to wash his sins.

I found that fuging hilarious :)

so uh...was it big?

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I found that fuging hilarious :)

so uh...was it big?

Big enough to make most men feel inadequate. I cant imagine my balls colliding with other balls.

BTW. She, shim, them, sherm whatever it was, was freaking hot.

Edit.. He is a Honolulu Police Officer now with 4 kids. Guess it was the best thing to ever happen to him.

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LOL ..you said Colliding balls ..

are his 4 chitlins with the original wife???

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I threw up on a prostitute in a tijuana strip club while she was trying to swipe my watch.

tip: never eat at a south of the border jack in the box.

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LOL ..you said Colliding balls ..

are his 4 chitlins with the original wife???

Same wife. (Questionable choice in my opinion).

Fact is, we all have life altering encounters. For some, they include smashing shemales.

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Nothing more white trash than a strip club.

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or ghetto

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Well. I have a story for this thread. I'll have to type it out later though, as it's fairly long.

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I was at Sharky's in Fayetteville my freshman year of college with a couple buddies. We were upstairs at the "main stage" of the joint (downstairs had 2 other stages, but it's much more cramped and not as laid back). I had a dip in (in the left side...this is important), and went up to get a dance and give the chick a few bucks. At this place, you stand, hands on the bars, they dance, and pay. Very routine. Well...this night took a turn.

As I'm standing there, shes' doing her thing. Tits in the face, and I am a happy dude. Buddies all cheering behind me, dudes all around are clapping, good time. Then something happened. She took her right boob and smacked me with it. That drew a pretty loud pop from on-lookers. She proceeded to assault me with her boob about 4-5 more times, quickly. My dip, which was in the left side before this event, ended up on the right side. I was honestly dizzy. She danced a little more, moaned in my ear, and I gave her my money and walked back to high-fives.

I honestly didn't know how to feel about it, and still don't.

After this, I was hit on REPEATEDLY by another stripper. I had my phone out and was texting somebody most of the night, and she came over to the table we were at and repeatedly tried to give me her number/get mine. She ended up giving me a note that had her number and "if you ever get lonely" on it. Needless to say...I called that number. And now I have herpes.

I kid. But seriously, I threw that away.

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