Gone Hunting!
An evening with weird friend Ron, the lady-killer drags me to a Wan Chai bar.
"Why go to bars when you can pick women off the streets," I ask him.
"I can pick anyone I want," he says, assurance flooding out of his eyes, "but we are here so that you, my dear friend Wanker, can have some fun."
After downing couple of drinks, I find myself surrounded by Southeast Asian and Russian women who are very interested in me. I have known all along that women find me exceptionally charming. But this takes the biscuit.
They rub their scantily clothed behinds on my crotch as we dance. And of course, I am excited. We dance, our legs trembling against each other as we rub our private parts. Finally, following twenty-minutes of contemplation, I select a woman of Russian origin. She looks exceptionally sexy and I am convinced that if anyone deserves to enjoy a monk's virginity, she is the one.
"I would like to sleep with you," I whisper in her ear.
"Two thousand and five hundred dollars, darling," she whispers back in mine.
I am shocked. Who would have thought that Wan Chai bars were full of hookers!
"Is this your idea of me having fun?" I complain to Ron.
"Um," the maestro looks at me and thinks for a while. "With your looks, if you don't want to pay for it, hang around for a couple of hours and I am sure that the early morning newspaper lady outside 7-Eleven will bonk you for free."
With excitement boiling inside my robe, I have no choice. I will look forward to, and wait for that one.
Peace.
"Why go to bars when you can pick women off the streets," I ask him.
"I can pick anyone I want," he says, assurance flooding out of his eyes, "but we are here so that you, my dear friend Wanker, can have some fun."
After downing couple of drinks, I find myself surrounded by Southeast Asian and Russian women who are very interested in me. I have known all along that women find me exceptionally charming. But this takes the biscuit.
They rub their scantily clothed behinds on my crotch as we dance. And of course, I am excited. We dance, our legs trembling against each other as we rub our private parts. Finally, following twenty-minutes of contemplation, I select a woman of Russian origin. She looks exceptionally sexy and I am convinced that if anyone deserves to enjoy a monk's virginity, she is the one.
"I would like to sleep with you," I whisper in her ear.
"Two thousand and five hundred dollars, darling," she whispers back in mine.
I am shocked. Who would have thought that Wan Chai bars were full of hookers!
"Is this your idea of me having fun?" I complain to Ron.
"Um," the maestro looks at me and thinks for a while. "With your looks, if you don't want to pay for it, hang around for a couple of hours and I am sure that the early morning newspaper lady outside 7-Eleven will bonk you for free."
With excitement boiling inside my robe, I have no choice. I will look forward to, and wait for that one.
Peace.
posted by Wan Ker-Sin at 9:42 PM
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The newspaper woman desparately needs re-virginiazation for her ways! Quickly Wan Ker, get her!
Outside the 7-11, Mamacita waits for me . . .
With the Wanchai paper, and the coffee she got free . . .
Jump on my Harley honey, show me what you can do . . .
When I Bonk ya' Baby, I'll re-virginize you!
Bad to the bone, bad to the bone.
B-B-B-B bad, B-B-B-B bad, B-B-B-B bad, bad to the bone!
Gofer it, Wank!
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