Steven Seagal
20-07-2012, 09:01 PM
Jenny's
269 Canterbury Rd
Canterbury
G’day mates,
This is a review of Anna.
“Listen, those guys get all confused and the next thing you know they cut your nuts off.”
Those words came from my brother Hebephrenic Seagal, but I am getting ahead of myself.
Before I write about Anna I need to set the context of this punt.
You know, all of us experience selective amnesia. For a variety of reasons we forget things that are either unpleasant or simply not worth using the gray matter to retain. I can remember when my mother Theodosia Seagal used to ask “What happened in school today Stevie?” and I’d reply with “Nothin’ Mom.” I didn’t literally mean that nothing happened, just that nothing of any importance happened. Let me be more specific. I have no memory regarding what I did on 16 August 1979. Something must have happened on that day, but it was not worth storing in the old cranium. I do remember what happened on 16 August 1989.
On August 16, 1989 I ate some crook clam chowder at Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. Folks I was sick as a dog with shit coming out of both ends and cramps that made me want to go to the local gun shop, buy a 44 magnum and put myself out of misery. My younger brother Hebephrenic Seagal rushed me to the local hospital and the following conversation with the head nurse in casualty ensued:
Nurse: Have you evidence of insurance before treatment OR your ability to pay $2,400?
Seagal: I have travel insurance, but no documents with me now.
Nurse: Can you deposit $2,400 as guarantee of payment?
Seagal: What if I can’t?
Nurse: The ambulance will take you to the county hospital.
Seagal: That’s ok, send me there.
Hebephrenic: Excuse me nurse I need to talk to my brother.
The nurse walked away and the following interaction occurred.
Hebephrenic: What kind of an idiot are you? Pay the money. You don’t want county.
Seagal: Why not? The doctors are qualified aren’t they?
Hebephrenic: They are, but half just got off the plane from Korea with no English.
Seagal: No English?
Hebephrenic: Listen, those guys get all confused. . .
Seagal: Confused?
Hebephrenic: . . . “ and the next thing you know they cut your nuts off”.
Seagal: Nurse! Do you take VISA?
Nurse: Of course.
So there you are. Some things are forgotten and others are seared forever into consciousness.
Forgetting takes place in the punting world as well but it can be memorable for one of the parties.
I have only been to La Petite Aroma one time a couple of years ago. I don’t know how it is now, but then they put you in a little cubicle with a small screen and porn playing. Women were supposed to come into the cubicle and you meet them and make a decision on who you wanted to see. So I am plonked into one of these things and look at the porn and wait and wait and wait and finally fall asleep. I wake up 90 minute later and decide to leave. As I go toward the door the cute little receptionist asks me which lady I want to see and I point out I haven’t seen any and have to leave. As I depart I hear her mention to one of the wl’s that I am a ‘Fucking timewaster!” I remember that incident!
The second occurred two weeks ago at 47 Sydenham Rd, Marrickville. I called ahead and booked Fiona and arrived right on the button to see her. Papasan Sam told me she’d be ready in 5 minutes and took me down to the end of the hall and I was plonked in front of a TV playing Ready, Steady Cook and featured a couple of effete looking guys who talked about their discovery of the uses of garlic like some astrophysicist might talk about the discovery of black holes. Well, the show wound up and there was Judge Judy again and I watched her go through all he clichés like “Does it say stupid on my forehead?” and “I don’t believe you because it doesn’t make sense” and other mindless chatter. Finally I got up and approached Sam out front.
Seagal: What’s happened with Fiona?
Sam: The previous guy extended and I forgot you and she’s seeing someone else.
Seagal: Thanks for nothing. I’ll be on my way.
Sam: Come again soon.
I left.
Well, I was pissed off and spitting chips. I went through several scenarios in my mind regarding Sam that included everything from “Go fuck yourself” through to “I am going to strangle you with one of your own filthy red towels!” Needless to say I went to 269 Canterbury Rd.
By the time I arrived at 269 and was greeted by Jenny I had cooled off. I told her I would take anyone available and I was immediately assigned Anna.
I got the first cubicle (room) that is used after you enter the front door. This meant I heard the door bell constantly going off and Jenny and telling them in a nice way to piss off because there were no girls available.
Anna is cute. She is short, shortish hair, shaved pussy, b-cups and is in her mid 30’s. She is very sweet. Gave me a nice hug at the start and the end and did the best she could with a guy still thinking about red towels and Judge Judy.
She does a very good bbj, offers rimming and was happy to allow cim. I enjoyed her is mish and cowgirl.
Her English is almost non-existent and to any question she responded with “My name is Anna.” I liked her and enjoyed my time with her. I won’t mind seeing her again. If I ever see Sam or Judge Judy again it will be too soon.
Until next time,
Steven
269 Canterbury Rd
Canterbury
G’day mates,
This is a review of Anna.
“Listen, those guys get all confused and the next thing you know they cut your nuts off.”
Those words came from my brother Hebephrenic Seagal, but I am getting ahead of myself.
Before I write about Anna I need to set the context of this punt.
You know, all of us experience selective amnesia. For a variety of reasons we forget things that are either unpleasant or simply not worth using the gray matter to retain. I can remember when my mother Theodosia Seagal used to ask “What happened in school today Stevie?” and I’d reply with “Nothin’ Mom.” I didn’t literally mean that nothing happened, just that nothing of any importance happened. Let me be more specific. I have no memory regarding what I did on 16 August 1979. Something must have happened on that day, but it was not worth storing in the old cranium. I do remember what happened on 16 August 1989.
On August 16, 1989 I ate some crook clam chowder at Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. Folks I was sick as a dog with shit coming out of both ends and cramps that made me want to go to the local gun shop, buy a 44 magnum and put myself out of misery. My younger brother Hebephrenic Seagal rushed me to the local hospital and the following conversation with the head nurse in casualty ensued:
Nurse: Have you evidence of insurance before treatment OR your ability to pay $2,400?
Seagal: I have travel insurance, but no documents with me now.
Nurse: Can you deposit $2,400 as guarantee of payment?
Seagal: What if I can’t?
Nurse: The ambulance will take you to the county hospital.
Seagal: That’s ok, send me there.
Hebephrenic: Excuse me nurse I need to talk to my brother.
The nurse walked away and the following interaction occurred.
Hebephrenic: What kind of an idiot are you? Pay the money. You don’t want county.
Seagal: Why not? The doctors are qualified aren’t they?
Hebephrenic: They are, but half just got off the plane from Korea with no English.
Seagal: No English?
Hebephrenic: Listen, those guys get all confused. . .
Seagal: Confused?
Hebephrenic: . . . “ and the next thing you know they cut your nuts off”.
Seagal: Nurse! Do you take VISA?
Nurse: Of course.
So there you are. Some things are forgotten and others are seared forever into consciousness.
Forgetting takes place in the punting world as well but it can be memorable for one of the parties.
I have only been to La Petite Aroma one time a couple of years ago. I don’t know how it is now, but then they put you in a little cubicle with a small screen and porn playing. Women were supposed to come into the cubicle and you meet them and make a decision on who you wanted to see. So I am plonked into one of these things and look at the porn and wait and wait and wait and finally fall asleep. I wake up 90 minute later and decide to leave. As I go toward the door the cute little receptionist asks me which lady I want to see and I point out I haven’t seen any and have to leave. As I depart I hear her mention to one of the wl’s that I am a ‘Fucking timewaster!” I remember that incident!
The second occurred two weeks ago at 47 Sydenham Rd, Marrickville. I called ahead and booked Fiona and arrived right on the button to see her. Papasan Sam told me she’d be ready in 5 minutes and took me down to the end of the hall and I was plonked in front of a TV playing Ready, Steady Cook and featured a couple of effete looking guys who talked about their discovery of the uses of garlic like some astrophysicist might talk about the discovery of black holes. Well, the show wound up and there was Judge Judy again and I watched her go through all he clichés like “Does it say stupid on my forehead?” and “I don’t believe you because it doesn’t make sense” and other mindless chatter. Finally I got up and approached Sam out front.
Seagal: What’s happened with Fiona?
Sam: The previous guy extended and I forgot you and she’s seeing someone else.
Seagal: Thanks for nothing. I’ll be on my way.
Sam: Come again soon.
I left.
Well, I was pissed off and spitting chips. I went through several scenarios in my mind regarding Sam that included everything from “Go fuck yourself” through to “I am going to strangle you with one of your own filthy red towels!” Needless to say I went to 269 Canterbury Rd.
By the time I arrived at 269 and was greeted by Jenny I had cooled off. I told her I would take anyone available and I was immediately assigned Anna.
I got the first cubicle (room) that is used after you enter the front door. This meant I heard the door bell constantly going off and Jenny and telling them in a nice way to piss off because there were no girls available.
Anna is cute. She is short, shortish hair, shaved pussy, b-cups and is in her mid 30’s. She is very sweet. Gave me a nice hug at the start and the end and did the best she could with a guy still thinking about red towels and Judge Judy.
She does a very good bbj, offers rimming and was happy to allow cim. I enjoyed her is mish and cowgirl.
Her English is almost non-existent and to any question she responded with “My name is Anna.” I liked her and enjoyed my time with her. I won’t mind seeing her again. If I ever see Sam or Judge Judy again it will be too soon.
Until next time,
Steven