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yap... things going pretty smoove man. work keeps me busier than she wants, but she knew the dealio... has friends over all the time and ever since her sister got dumped, she stays over here with us half the week...keeps her busy while i watch sports and shit. Hard for me to live the charlie sheen lifestyle with her here 5 or 6 nights a week though...:fok:
 
RayRay
yap... things going pretty smoove man. work keeps me busier than she wants, but she knew the dealio... has friends over all the time and ever since her sister got dumped, she stays over here with us half the week...keeps her busy while i watch sports and shit. Hard for me to live the charlie sheen lifestyle with her here 5 or 6 nights a week though...:fok:
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we can dream ray...

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TMZ knows the identity of the woman who ended up locked in Charlie Sheen's hotel bathroom early Tuesday morning at The Plaza Hotel ... she's Capri Anderson, a 22-year-old porn star.

http://www.tmz.com/2010/10/27/charl...ress-xxx-hotel-meltdown-plaza-hotel-new-york/

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kato
Sheen's long-term relationship with former pornographic actress Ginger Lynn in the late 1990s garnered much media attention.
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I thought I had a story about Ginger Lynn, but I was wrong. It's a story about Erica Boyer, another porn star.

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I got confused because Tracy, the main character in this sorted tale loved both of them. We were roommates for about a year in the early 90's. She saw that Erica Boyer was going to be at a strip club in Windsor (just over the border of Detroit). She really, really, REALLY wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone. She convinced me to go with her.

We were the only females customers in there. I wasn't having a great time, mainly because I pretty much was looking forward to an evening of pajamas on the couch and somehow let myself get wrangled into this. I had a hangover of epic proportions and mingling with the special kind of crowd that goes to a strip bars to see a porn star feature act wasn't at all what I was up for.

We sat at a table and had a few drinks. I remember the the highlight of the show being Erica putting a lit candle in her hoo ha, crab walking towards the pole and gyrating the lit flame up and down to the musical stylings of James Brown is Dead. After the show she went over to the picture signing table and talked with Erica for awhile. She came back over to me and said that Erica and her husband wanted Tracy to stop by the apartment above the club to have some drinks. We waited awhile and then went up. The door opened, Erica grabbed Tracy by the arm, pulled her in and slammed the door.

Seriously? I felt that maybe I should be offended, but at that point I was sick and miserable and the absolute last thing on my mind was coked up, drunken sex with a porn star her greasy over cologned oily husband and my endearing and enthusiastic roommate. Plus, as we all know, despite my one escapade with a underage lesbian and my gypsy, militant lesbian persona, I'm not gay. Well maybe thirty two percent gay. But not gay enough to be thrilled about that party no matter what kind of stories (or diseases) I might come away with.

This was before cell phones. Since Tracy had the keys, I ended up walking around Windsor for hours until she came back to the car.

True story.
 
Mrs. X
I thought I had a story about Ginger Lynn, but I was wrong. It's a story about Erica Boyer, another porn star.

b454cbd4d691.jpg


I got confused because Tracy, the main character in this sorted tale loved both of them. We were roommates for about a year in the early 90's. She saw that Erica Boyer was going to be at a strip club in Windsor (just over the border of Detroit). She really, really, REALLY wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone. She convinced me to go with her.

We were the only females customers in there. I wasn't having a great time, mainly because I pretty much was looking forward to an evening of pajamas on the couch and somehow let myself get wrangled into this. I had a hangover of epic proportions and mingling with the special kind of crowd that goes to a strip bars to see a porn star feature act wasn't at all what I was up for.

We sat at a table and had a few drinks. I remember the the highlight of the show being Erica putting a lit candle in her hoo ha, crab walking towards the pole and gyrating the lit flame up and down to the musical stylings of James Brown is Dead. After the show she went over to the picture signing table and talked with Erica for awhile. She came back over to me and said that Erica and her husband wanted Tracy to stop by the apartment above the club to have some drinks. We waited awhile and then went up. The door opened, Erica grabbed Tracy by the arm, pulled her in and slammed the door.

Seriously? I felt that maybe I should be offended, but at that point I was sick and miserable and the absolute last thing on my mind was coked up, drunken sex with a porn star her greasy over cologned oily husband and my endearing and enthusiastic roommate. Plus, as we all know, despite my one escapade with a underage lesbian and my gypsy, militant lesbian persona, I'm not gay. Well maybe thirty two percent gay. But not gay enough to be thrilled about that party no matter what kind of stories (or diseases) I might come away with.

This was before cell phones. Since Tracy had the keys, I ended up walking around Windsor for hours until she came back to the car.

True story.
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whoa

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whoa what a story, true story to boot
 
reno cool
wow! so how did she say was it? :dunno:
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Mr. X asked me that too. I couldn't remember. Seriously, you'd think you'd remember those kind of details. But then it came back to me that the actual story of the act was over shadowed by the fact that after Tracy had sex with the guy, Erica freaked out and they (Erica and her husband) started fighting. Tracy left pretty quickly, or possibly was kicked out of the door much in the same way she was brought in. I don't think I really asked that much about the actual act since she was pretty upset and crying.

There was a hot tub involved, and I think I remember her saying he had a big cock, but that's the best I've got for recall.

Really, the crab walking candle deal over shadows the whole thing in my mind.

owow. She died in2009 in a traffic accident. RIP Erica Boyer.
 
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