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...to get the thread going

Super Bowl weekend , monday night and leaving next morning , was sitting at the far back bar of the DR casino, blasted a nice fart , ho-hum , nothing new for the Bing

Later that evening I head to the room , solo , only to notice a large brown stain on the back of my jeans when i got to the room. Cripes , a "Hershey Squirt"

Who knows how long I was trolling the DR with the " tattoo " on my hiney.

In the room had to soap out my boxers and jeans , now I wish I had not , cause upon arrival LAX , when asked by customs the purpose of my visit , I told the dude " super bowl weekend " , on which he sent me to the inspection area.... I woulda loved to see that inspector open up my carry on and get a whiff of whatever he was looking for...

Tman , if your reading this , I hope that was not the reason for your early exit of our conversation... I would like to discuss biz next time I see you... really..

Disclaimer: This does not happen to me " often "

Bing

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Admin 1...can we post more than 1 anecdote? I have two embarrassing moments or situations that I'd like to post about.

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Sure If you want to write a trip report aor short story with both thats fine.. it is OPEN SEASON HAVE FUN!

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OK...I'll post two accounts of embarrassing moments in CR. They shall be called 'Fun on the Balcony' and 'Threesome at the BW'.

'Fun on the Balcony'...

I took a hot Colombiana (Romulus...it was our friend Karen) to Quepos/Manuel Antonio several years ago. We stayed at the Si Como No, one of the best hotels, along with the Parador, in the area. I had stayed there once before, about a year earlier. The hotel has mainly two-story bungalows nestled on a hillside, overlooking the jungle and the ocean. The first time I stayed there, I stayed in a bungalow located on a path down one side of the hill/jungle. This time I was staying on the other side of the hill. I knew that they had built a new, second pool and added some rooms in the year since I had last been there, but I wasn't sure of the location. We arrived at around 2:00 in the afternoon after the long drive from San Jose. It was a gorgeous day, hardly any clouds and lots of sun. After freshening up, my chica friend was out on the large balcony admiring the view overlooking the jungle and the ocean. Well, seeing that hot Colombian ass in a bikini,
I just had to have her then and there. I'll post a photo of her on the balcony in the VIP section. As I knew no one could see us from another bungalow, I walked out on the balcony (completely naked), took off her bikini and 'did her' right there from behind with her leaning out over the railing. After we were finished, we turned around to go back inside, and we noticed that there was a pool up the hillside (the new pool that I was not familiar with)
with a lot of people (mostly tourists) around it, perhaps 30 or 40 yards behind us and to the left. There was a clear view of us from about half of the pool area! I expected to receive a complaint from the management, but didn't hear anything about it during the remainder of our stay.

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"In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upwardly mobile, and the rest of us are phucked until we can put our acts together; not necessarily to win, but mainly to keep from losing completely"...Hunter S. Thompson (RIP)

'Threesome at the BW'...

My first dozen or so trips to CR, I stayed at the BW Irazu most times, with
occasional stays at the Herradura and the Morazan. Since I spent so much
time at the bar (La Cantina) at the BW, I became good friends with the three main bartenders there. They're all middle-aged 'family-men'. I partied with them after work a few times, and even went to a couple of their houses on occasion. They're really nice people. The Irazu is mainly a business/tourist hotel, but they are chica-friendly. During those trips, I mixed mongering with the pursuit of 'regular' (non-pro) chicas.
I was involved with two non-pros, and would occasionally bring them to the hotel along with their young offspring. I would be very discreet about my mongering. As you have to walk past the bar on the way to the front desk, and the bar closes at 1:00, I would usually wait until 2:00 or so whenever I'd bring back BM chicas. The Irazu is chica friendly (at least
I've never been charged a fee), but two chicas is forbidden. On about my 12th trip, I brought back two BM chicas whom I had met on previous trips. I don't remember how I got them both in. I guess I told the front desk clerk that I had stayed there many times previously, had a BW
Goldcrown Club card, whatever. We arrived at the hotel around 2:30 and partied for a couple of hours. About 4:30 in the morning, after the first round of sexo, the chicas wanted to party some more, so I figured 'what the f*ck', might as well party a little more before round two
of sexo. (Time means nothing to me in CR). I ordered three Imperials
and three shots of tequila from the casino, and some shrimp and a sandwich from Denny's. When the room service arrived, one of the chicas let him in. We were all either naked or at least half-naked. I was
surprised to see that it was one of my bartender friends. He just smiled and said something like "Ah, (my name), fiesta, I see you're very busy!" When I saw him the next day, he just smiled and said "'you loco". I was worried that it might damage my friendship with the
bartenders there, knowing that I come to CR mainly for mongering. In retrospect, I figured that it wasn't like I was married, and prostitution is,
after all, much more accepted (and legal) in CR than in the US.

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"In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upwardly mobile, and the rest of us are phucked until we can put our acts together; not necessarily to win, but mainly to keep from losing completely"...Hunter S. Thompson (RIP)

My most embarrassing CR moment came as I was leaving San Jose to return home.
A friend had arranged a cab for us, and soon we were in the cab, enjoying a slightly discounted fare to the departure terminal. The car was clean and comfortable, the driver great, and the trip passed without incident. Or so I thought.
We went through all the usual nonsense that one goes through at airports, including a very thorough pat-down at security. Nobody said a thing. Not one snicker. No giggles.

I moved ahead of my traveling companion, approaching the Delta boarding lounge, when she suddenly cried, "Your pants!" I felt behind, and lo! and behold....

I had torn through the pants and through my boxers. The rear exit port winked at every passerby; I had ripped the khakis on a spring in the backseat of the cab. Yep, little Brown Eye winked at the security guys, the other passengers, and anyone walking behind me. Now, we're not talking a little tear or open seam here...we're talking a foot of hanging fabric, a double three-corner tear that revealed Little Fuzzy Bunger to anyone who had the stupidity to look at my ass. Showtime, folks.

I covered my torn buttocks with a jacket, and wore it like a skirt or kilt onto the plane. I'd like to say that my most poignant embarrassment came when I couldn't get it up for Brenda at Zona Blue, but frankly, winking the brown eye at the assembled throng seems to be somehow worse.

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Pura Vulva! Wandering through the dark, I am El Ciego.

On my second trip to CR I took a Spanish immersion class. After about a week I was feeling my oats--only to be reminded that I didn't know shit .

One morning I had breakfast at El Presidente. At that time, there was a fairly good looking waitress working there in the morning that I had been flirting with. I decided to order oatmeal with honey (avena con miel) and confidently asked her to bring my a bowl of "arena con mierda" (sand with shit) . She politely informed me that it wasn't on the menu.

Not one to be discouraged, the following day I went into a pharmacy to buy a comb (peine). I walked up to the counter and told the cute young thing, "Necesito un pene" (I need a penis):cry: . She smiled.

I studied harder.

Mine happened last 4th of July weekend. I had been drinking all day long and then helped to lead a group of CRT guys with Easy to D'Pelufos on my final night in town. Well my buddy Nanaponger decides it would be a good thing to have a shot of Tequila, which is then followed by several more (thanks again, buddy). The shots and show essentially put me into lights out mode, not that this stopped me from drinking mind you.

So we are back from the show and I decide to drink and gamble the remainder of the night away. By about 830am Nanaponger sees me still up and gets me on the elevator at the MOrazon to get some sleep before my 1pm flight. I get on and then get the idea one last session at Zona would be a good idea.

From here I am not sure how I got to Zona but I remember getting in and going to a room with Fabiola. Next thing I remember is a knock on the door telling me I have a phone call from the Morazon telling me I need to check out to get to my flight. I had passed out in Fabiola's room and she had just let me sleep. So after getting off the phone, like a trooper, I paid her again and got in one quick mini-session and then back to Morazon to shower and catch my flight.

On my next time in with Fabiola she asked me up front if I was well rested or if I would need a nap.

I guess this qualifes as it was on my return from a trip to CR about 8 months ago. I was with this absolute cutie who could not do enough for me. We spent 48 hour of bliss together and I went in to take my shower before my flight.

I came out and this doll was kind enough to neatly pack all my things in my suitcase perfectly folded dirtly laundry bag seperated and all I had to do was add my toiletry bag to the suitcase.

Arrived back to my apartment here in NJ/NY and was winding down when my signifcant other No not wife but very steady gal at the time shows up to welcome me home. After some wine and dinner I go hit the shower and she is unpacking my clothes for me....

My little Cutie had put a little teddy bear and note in spanish and also had kissed my white CLEAN silk boxers with her lipstick and had lips all over it into my suitcase...... Lets just say that was the end of that relationship!

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The Boss of All Bosses!!! Hey I'm a drunk alcoholics go to meetings!

Mine was like Pelo de Gato's, a spanish problem.

I was in Jaco at the Beatle Bar one night, had drank about a mop bucket of Imperials and was talking to a colombiana that kept calling me pinocho ( kinda spanish for Pinochio), guess I was telling a lot of tall tales. After a while, one of her colombiana friends walked up and all 3 of us talked for a bit (this was in spanish) and she told me I was handsome or something like that. I just smiled and called her panocho, mis-pronouncing the work I meant to use. She looked at me like I just grew another head. Luckily the other colombiana told her I meant pinocho and corrected the mortal blunder.

I guess mine's kind of like a public confession. Something that happened a couple of years ago and I still feel bad about it.

STORY OF A BAD WINGMAN

After an exhausting day of gambling and playing with the chicas, I go to my room to sleep. Really tired, I drift off around midnight.

Phone rings about 3:00AM and some guy I don't know tells me that Easy and his buddy have been picked up by imigration and they got thrown in jail. Seems Easy dosen't have his passport and needs me to go to his room (We are both staying at the Marazan) to get it so I can go to the jail and get him out.

I say, "is this a joke?" The says no its real.

I say ok, hang up the phone and go back to sleep thinking it probably was a joke (Easy, Dino, DG, Gambling Man were all playing jokes on each other back then). I remember my last consious thought being that if I don't see them at breakfast, I'll check it out.

Another couple hours go by and Alonzo calls me from the front desk with the same story. I say to myself - "Oh my God, its not a joke". I get up, go downstairs and there they are - they had just been sprung.

Easy was not too pleased, We all went over to the Del Rey and had coffee and talked with the Del Rey lawyer and I kept telling Easy and his buddy that I thought it was a joke.

Well, its off chest - if I ever get a 3:00AM call again, I'll take it more seriously.

LVSteve
PS: Or, I could tell the one about the blood pressure medication interfering with the Viagra - but thats another story.

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jeff thats a great phuckin story i hope i can do that 1 day......

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When I'm sitting at the Cigar Bar having a beer at Zona Blue, I think to myself, "What would Tony Soprano do?"

Bring a chica to the room, toda la noche, a little hammered as usual, take the legs off, and lean them on the dresser in front of the bed. Jump on the chica, and pound it, then crash. Wake up to her screams 2 hours later that there is an intruder in the room, as I sit up, I am looking at the mirror, the guy looks alot like me,and there are the legs! but the room is dark, looks like a stud, here I am with no legs, time to get serious! Jump off the bed, hit the(perceived intruder) between the legs. Turns out I hit nothing, as I punched the space in between the artificials, finally get my senses, and we calm down, entonces mucho sexo, as there is no fear of where the legs are, once I moved them!

Zig that was a GOOd one !!!

I posted under "Sexual health" only a part of the night at Club 40.


Well that same night I was feeling SO good and felt like dancing,
( I dance to the music ) it just so happens that when I was dancing
I am all of a sudden also dancing with a bunch of Gay Tico's.....
They seemed to really enjoy it
Well the next day I noticed that I lost a sombrero that I liked and thought I left it at Club 40. I go on over to Club 40 during the day and in the street, around the area, I am gettin yelled and waved at by the "guy's"
Holy Shit,, A marked man ????

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