A dirty, rainy night in Gorst...
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A place called Gorst should never see sunshine.
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Is that place still there?DerekJohnson said:
Most of my family lived in Bainbridge, Kingston, or Sequim when I was a kid. We made the drive around the sound at least one way on pretty much every holiday. My parents never explained to me as an early reader why we could never stop at the toy store on the way to grandma’s house.
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https://archive.kitsapsun.com/news/local/different-direction-planned-for-toys-topless-building-ep-1396642262-361042751.html/DoogmanRefund said:
Is that place still there?DerekJohnson said:
Most of my family lived in Bainbridge, Kingston, or Sequim when I was a kid. We made the drive around the sound at least one way on pretty much every holiday. My parents never explained to me as an early reader why we could never stop at the toy store on the way to grandma’s house.
Wilson set about clearing brush and debris from along the waterfront. Gutting the cavernous interior was a daunting chore. Wilson said he tore out 14,000 pounds of grimy carpet “and other nastiness” from inside. -
Fuck. Now I’ll never get to go. My wife wants a real strip club experience. We were at a wedding a few years ago in Yankton South Dakota. Population fat and white. She convinced me to take her to the only strip club in town. All the girls were black, emaciated, and bored. I need to take her across the border. My recollection is they were less touchy feely but super hot and wiling to put on a show.MikeDamone said:
https://archive.kitsapsun.com/news/local/different-direction-planned-for-toys-topless-building-ep-1396642262-361042751.html/DoogmanRefund said:
Is that place still there?DerekJohnson said:
Most of my family lived in Bainbridge, Kingston, or Sequim when I was a kid. We made the drive around the sound at least one way on pretty much every holiday. My parents never explained to me as an early reader why we could never stop at the toy store on the way to grandma’s house.
Wilson set about clearing brush and debris from along the waterfront. Gutting the cavernous interior was a daunting chore. Wilson said he tore out 14,000 pounds of grimy carpet “and other nastiness” from inside. -
It’s not there anymore. Been gone for awhile. I was both proud and ashamed that I had also been to the place where Pup supposedly met the black stripper.DoogmanRefund said:
Is that place still there?DerekJohnson said:
Most of my family lived in Bainbridge, Kingston, or Sequim when I was a kid. We made the drive around the sound at least one way on pretty much every holiday. My parents never explained to me as an early reader why we could never stop at the toy store on the way to grandma’s house. -
I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro -
The old Facebook private group still exists.DerekJohnson said:I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro -
Tommy, Scott and the other BazeMikeDamone said:
The old Facebook private group still exists.DerekJohnson said:I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro -
I went out to Hood Canal in 2008 or 2009 with a couple of friends. We went on a boat, drank, etc. The typical shit you do when on the water. It was not a rainy night in Gorst.DerekJohnson said:I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro
On our way back, the cop lights went off behind us. The cop ended up pulling someone over well in front of us. My buddy driving was probably fine, but it spooked him a little bit and he pulled over and said he needed to sober up for another hour or two. We ended up going to Toys Topless. I had seen it from the freeway for years and had always wondered what it was like in there.
It’s a seedy place, but it was fun enough. One stripper had possibly the grossest vagina I’ve ever seen. I felt bad about laughing but couldn’t help it.
We stayed for an hour or so and left because another friend got into an argument and a near scuffle with a local. I can’t remember what it was about. Good times. -
Btw, the WigWam is also located in Gorst.
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Yes I know. Pre-Covid, I kicked around the idea of having a HH get together there.RoadDawg55 said:Btw, the WigWam is also located in Gorst.
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It was either @yobates or @steelheader2RoadDawg55 said:
I went out to Hood Canal in 2008 or 2009 with a couple of friends. We went on a boat, drank, etc. The typical shit you do when on the water. It was not a rainy night in Gorst.DerekJohnson said:I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro
On our way back, the cop lights went off behind us. The cop ended up pulling someone over well in front of us. My buddy driving was probably fine, but it spooked him a little bit and he pulled over and said he needed to sober up for another hour or two. We ended up going to Toys Topless. I had seen it from the freeway for years and had always wondered what it was like in there.
It’s a seedy place, but it was fun enough. One stripper had possibly the grossest vagina I’ve ever seen. I felt bad about laughing but couldn’t help it.
We stayed for an hour or so and left because another friend got into an argument and a near scuffle with a local. I can’t remember what it was about. Good times. -
I really have no reason to visit Seattle anymore if I can't go to pups gorstRoadDawg55 said:
It’s not there anymore. Been gone for awhile. I was both proud and ashamed that I had also been to the place where Pup supposedly met the black stripper.DoogmanRefund said:
Is that place still there?DerekJohnson said:
Most of my family lived in Bainbridge, Kingston, or Sequim when I was a kid. We made the drive around the sound at least one way on pretty much every holiday. My parents never explained to me as an early reader why we could never stop at the toy store on the way to grandma’s house. -
I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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It's real and it's not spectacular.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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I went through Gorst on my way to Gag Harbor in 2013 once. I think it was pre Puppy's delusional sexcapade stories though
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It exists. It’s were @DerekJohnson frequents the local haunts on dark and rainy nights to listen to improvisational noodling jazz and sip absinthe. On week nights in the summer he attends slam poetry events there while sampling rare and hard to get local ciders.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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Your post started strong but then faded badly like a Sarkisian defense in the fourth quarterMikeDamone said:
It exists. It’s were @DerekJohnson frequents the local haunts on dark and rainy nights to listen to improvisational noodling jazz and sip absinthe. On week nights in the summer he attends slam poetry events there while sampling rare and hard to get local ciders.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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It really isn’t. It’s a small stretch between Bremerton and Belfair. I just looked it up and it’s less than a half mile.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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Gorst is home to the Wig Wam. How much more real can it get?RoadDawg55 said:
It really isn’t. It’s a small stretch between Bremerton and Belfair. I just looked it up and it’s less than a half mile.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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I thought so but the address for it actually says Bremerton. That glorious place is the only valuable in a shit hole area.BleachedAnusDawg said:
Gorst is home to the Wig Wam. How much more real can it get?RoadDawg55 said:
It really isn’t. It’s a small stretch between Bremerton and Belfair. I just looked it up and it’s less than a half mile.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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It has become embedded in the lexicon of my family...last summer, driving through, my wife said, "Even when it is 70 and sunny, it is always a Dirty, Rainy Night in Gorst". Every time I drive through it, I chuckle a little bit, which is how she picked it up...
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Disagree. I also should have added you wear a beret.DerekJohnson said:
Your post started strong but then faded badly like a Sarkisian defense in the fourth quarterMikeDamone said:
It exists. It’s were @DerekJohnson frequents the local haunts on dark and rainy nights to listen to improvisational noodling jazz and sip absinthe. On week nights in the summer he attends slam poetry events there while sampling rare and hard to get local ciders.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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Oh my. Only place worse than that would be Miss Kitty's in Spokane. As an 18 year old senior in High school me and my buddies went to Miss Kitty's one Saturday night. It is still one of the grossest nights of my life. The stage was the size of a small bathroom. Maybe 7 foot long by 5 feet wide. Black plastic bags on the floor of the "dance floor". One emaciated very unsexy dancer. Poor gal must have been desperate. It was a wake up moment in life and not a fun guys night out. Maybe that is why I do not have a thing for strip clubs.DerekJohnson said:I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro -
Gorst: The Biggest Little City in the WorldRoadDawg55 said:
It really isn’t. It’s a small stretch between Bremerton and Belfair. I just looked it up and it’s less than a half mile.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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@puppylove_sugarsteelFishpo31 said:It has become embedded in the lexicon of my family...last summer, driving through, my wife said, "Even when it is 70 and sunny, it is always a Dirty, Rainy Night in Gorst". Every time I drive through it, I chuckle a little bit, which is how she picked it up...
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After turning 18, the Deja Vu in SeaTac was great. I probably went 3-4 times until I turned 20.Ice_Holmvik said:
Oh my. Only place worse than that would be Miss Kitty's in Spokane. As an 18 year old senior in High school me and my buddies went to Miss Kitty's one Saturday night. It is still one of the grossest nights of my life. The stage was the size of a small bathroom. Maybe 7 foot long by 5 feet wide. Black plastic bags on the floor of the "dance floor". One emaciated very unsexy dancer. Poor gal must have been desperate. It was a wake up moment in life and not a fun guys night out. Maybe that is why I do not have a thing for strip clubs.DerekJohnson said:I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro
Fast forward to 2005 at a family wedding and I tell my cousins kid who was 14-15 that his dad took me to my first strip club and if I was living in Seattle, I’d do the same for him.
2007 and I’m back in Seattle. The cousin sees me and says I turn 18 soon, are you still taking me to a strip club?
I end up taking him to the SeaTac Deja Vu and let me tell you, time has not not been kind to that place or the dancers. -
Cool.CFetters_Nacho_Lover said:
After turning 18, the Deja Vu in SeaTac was great. I probably went 3-4 times until I turned 20.Ice_Holmvik said:
Oh my. Only place worse than that would be Miss Kitty's in Spokane. As an 18 year old senior in High school me and my buddies went to Miss Kitty's one Saturday night. It is still one of the grossest nights of my life. The stage was the size of a small bathroom. Maybe 7 foot long by 5 feet wide. Black plastic bags on the floor of the "dance floor". One emaciated very unsexy dancer. Poor gal must have been desperate. It was a wake up moment in life and not a fun guys night out. Maybe that is why I do not have a thing for strip clubs.DerekJohnson said:I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro
Fast forward to 2005 at a family wedding and I tell my cousins kid who was 14-15 that his dad took me to my first strip club and if I was living in Seattle, I’d do the same for him.
2007 and I’m back in Seattle. The cousin sees me and says I turn 18 soon, are you still taking me to a strip club?
I end up taking him to the SeaTac Deja Vu and let me tell you, time has not not been kind to that place or the dancers. -
Should we do a poll of the most-depressing regions/cities in Washington? There's a lot of competition.
