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S E A S T O R Y
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The following story is courtesy of The Admiral:
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Back in about 1968 or 69, we made port in Yokosuka, Japan. Seemed like
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a nice sort of place to be for a bunch of crazy sailors. We'd been there
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before, so it was a place to go visit one's known funspots and have some
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good times with familiar faces. This time was different though, we wanted
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some new action.
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We ended up walking into a dimly lit lonely bar, which, when one looked
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real close, looked like it ought to be a real armpit. Just the kind of place
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we were looking for. We sat down at the bar and ordered a round. Well, one
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of the crazies I was with was approached by a middle-aged hooker who sure
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looked like she had seen better days. We were all pretty loaded, so she
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probably looked a bit better than she was, but... who cares?
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She started sweet talking our buddy and grabbed his cock a couple of
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times just to let him know she was interesting.
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She started whispering in his ear, and he began to laugh and quickly
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pulled out his wallet. He slapped about 50,000 Yen on the bar (it was 360 to
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the dollar then) and got off the bar stool. He was really laughing now, and
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he started to undo his belt and unzip his pants. At the same time, this
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sweet innocent thing was beginning to lie down on the floor and he kept
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taking his clothes off.
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We asked them what was up, and our crazy friend said, "This broad just
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told me that no matter how much I bet her, or how much I have the urge, I
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can't squat down and shit in her face." Being somewhat of a crowd of jokers,
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we all thought that sounded like a great bet, especially when this guy told
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us that to top it off, he had the urge to dump right then and there. Well,
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she was lying on the floor now, and he had dropped his drawers, and he
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squat down over her and began to grunt and groan. We were all whooping it
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up at the sight of this, when we noticed that the gal was blowing softly
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in our friends's asshole. Then we could see him with a funny look on his
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face, and then strain even harder. Well, she kept this up and finally, no
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matter how hard he would grunt and groan, he realized that he couldn't shit.
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With her blowing into his asshole, he kept puckering up cuz it tickled and
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he just couldn't go. Naturally, he lost his bet and went back to the ship in
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a foul mood from the loss.
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Now, you might think the story is over, but no, our hero started thinking
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that he had to outwit this broad, so he thought carefully and the next day
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he went around to everyone he knew and started collecting all the money he
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could get his hands on. He wanted to make the hooker and the bar running the
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scam really pay for their sins!
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Soon, there was quite a following as word spread of the plan. We all
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started for town, but had to make a quick stop at the base exchange. He
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went in and bought a box of Exlax, and promptly ate the whole thing. Well,
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that stuff may take awhile to work, but when you down a whole box, it seems
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to work miraculously fast. He started getting stomach cramps and really
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feeling like he was going to die. Next thing we know, there we are at the
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same bar, with the same hooker, and the same bartender.
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Our crazy friend went right up to the gal and offered to up the wager,
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telling her he just knew he could do it. Obviously this scam had been going
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on for quite some time, cuz it must have netted them alot of cash. She
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immediately accepted, and lay right down on the floor.
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Ray (our buddy) couldn't get his pants off fast enough. He was tearing
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at his belt buckle and moving like a man possessed. As soon as he dropped
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trou, he squatted over her face. She didn't even have time to pucker up.
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If you've ever seen anything gross, nothing seems to compare to the sight
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of a middle aged hooker laying on the floor of a scuzzy dimly lit bar, with
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a crazy sailor squatting over her face while he lets fly with the shit of
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the century. She was sputtering, coughing, and basically clawing to get
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away from this awful mess and Ray was just as content as could be, letting
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fly with his smelly mess. I never saw a happier guy. I guess that's why I
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always believed in his motto. "I don't get mad, and I don't get even...
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I get ahead!"
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Hope you can all go right out and have a Snickers bar now...
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