300.........

Look forward to exhausting physical repesentations of that love next week in Toronto baby doll ......

xoxoxoxoxoxoxxo

:1orglaugh

Ok.

Stop it.

I am now officially getting all hard in the wee wee.

:helpme :helpme :helpme :helpme :helpme :helpme

Holy fuck !!!

Lisa, if you walk into the room and walk straight and me with Jordan or Taylor holding your hand with you both looking at me, I promise you I will instantly come in my pants.

Twice.

:warning :warning :1orglaugh

Sean needs a caption badly .........

Now I've known Lars for years and he is mad, but this guy is just fucking ridiculous

:1orglaugh

THE 2008 PHOENIX FORUM DODGEBALL CHAMPIONS

:thumbsup :thumbsup :thumbsup :thumbsup

H ah ah ah ah

OF COURSE !!

Airek is wearing his "Bedrock" hat.

That was the bar I part owned in Angeles City, brought that over to 2004 Forum as a prezzie for a few select peeps.

Wooooooffff.

Ha ha ha ha ha

:thumbsup

Yes Bradley.

LionDollars does rather, doesn't it.

:thumbsup

Can't do that !

Last time at Rehab up there in Washington with Raven and the rest of my 2nd family, she decided I needed to clean my act up a bit and buy some good (better) clothes and be a bit more "Stylish".

The word "Stylish" to me, does not mean "Meterosexual", it more means "Brad Mitchellual"

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh

So we went shopping.

My stylist did an excellent job !

WATCH OUT TORONTO !!!

There will still be my standard shirts and jeans, but note some of the subtle changes during the show.

:pimp :pimp :pimp :pimp :pimp :pimp :pimp

I have always thought Raven's description of me as being rather apt and rather accurate ....

An Elegant Thug.

I can wear that well.

:thumbsup

Time for me to do some catching up :)

Oh lawd.....I just don't think our girls are ready for you :winkwink:

Gary my friend.

A real shame you could not make it.

Pictures and a lifetime of stories assured my brother.

:thumbsup

You ain't to bad yourself big guy.

Like I said to Duke, looking forward to partying on your home turf later in the year.

See you in Toronto for the first of a few warm ups.

:thumbsup :thumbsup

Cheers Rene.

I almost forgive you for taking that goddamn photo of me asleep and dribbling in the back seat of Steve's (Dodger's) Lexus on the drive from LA to Phoenix Forum.

:1orglaugh :thumbsup :upsidedow :)

WAY too much Jace, WAY too much..

Ha ha ha ha ha

See you Friday night in Seattle brother, you are JFK for the night, and hopefully we get the 2nd act of the private photo sessions fro Phoenix !!!

:thumbsup :thumbsup :thumbsup

H aha ha ha ha ha ha a

Wash away the "Lindsay" germs !

:thumbsup

I love out little group time together Aimee, what is it about you and John and I and Phoenix ?

You guys still making Friday?

Bloody well hope so !!!

Love you both to death.

:thumbsup

Nice Job Sleezy!!

Okie dokie... responses up to date.. back to the bloody questions !!!

;-)

Question # 18
 

18. Discuss your boxing career in detail. Talk about martial arts and what you did.

Too much detail on shit like this is a self-serving wank IMHO, so I'll keep it brief.

My old man was a National Service middleweight boxing champion, so one wekk after my tenth birthday (28 years, 51 weeks ago tommorow as it happens !!!), he dragged me kicking and screaming to the local Police Citizens Youth Club to be taight to box (The legal age for teaching a childs to box is 10).

I fucking hated every goddamn fucking minute of it.

Every second I could I'd piss off to the weight section of the gym, so I started lifting weights (by proxy) regularly when I was like 11 years old.

Doctor said it would stunt my growth... yeah, like right mate !!

Same doctor also said smoking would stunt my growth when I was 17.

2 for 2 dickhead.

I got a new doctor.

Anyhoo, I digress.

So I boxed in the gym 2 afternoons a week in football off season and got to skip it altogether during football season when I got to dog it because of football practice.

From age 10 to age 16 I NEVER got into the ring, even though I was offered literally dozens of junior amateur fghts, I flat-out refused to play the game.

It had nothing to do with fear - shit, I'd already been suspended like 5 times from junior and school rubgy league for "striking" and "attacking the head of another player" and someshit, so I was always spoilong for a fight.

I just wanted to piss Dad off. And still like today, I can one obstinate son of a bitch when I want to be.

At 16 a bunch of my older mates (all my friends were older at high school - I have not one person that was in my year I keep in touch with from high school, never did) started this new fangled karate started by one Mr Bob Jones.... Zen Do Kai.

Hindsight speaking: One big swinging dick iscovery Channel episode that has as much right being called a martial art in the SPIRTUAL sense of the word as a gang fight with pinchbars and baseball bats. :2 cents: :2 cents: :2 cents:

AT the time I LOVED it, more because it pissed the old man to tears !!

Now one advantage of my years of boxing was that I had learned to take a punch, more than one actually, even a lot when it was the older boys in the ring sparring with me. Remember here that I was 220 pounds when I STARTED high school, so i ALWAYS had the older boys sparring with me.

This was a HUGE thing during gradings for belts, when you actually had to fight and/or spar with Sensei's (Teacher) and 2nd Dan black belts (the level above black belt and before teacher) from other Dojo's (schools).

I could take a punch and I could give one back.

And I did.

So I graded VERY well and skipped levels on a number of occasions, so I rose to my black belt within 2 years (which you could do because of the way the thing was structured).

Now Zen Do Kai was structured (allegedly) around the Bushido, or Japanese warrior code, hence, "The Way of The Warrior", and on achieving black belt, you got the "honour" of wearing the Bushido Cross on a necklace around your neck, and you were allowed to get the Zen Do Kai dragon tattoed under your left arm (inside of the bicep).

I wore the chain and fuck you to the tattoo. I was already almost over it all.

Anyway, I was 18, there was a fight, one of my good mates I played football with was in it, I took his back and joined in and we pasted a group of 4 guys, of which, being young, strong and full of cum, we were very proud of.

But my mate fought out of another Dojo under a different Sensei, which was a bad thing.

When I next turned up to train at Dojo, Sensei ripped the Bushido from my neck as punishment for my standing up for a mate, against the rules of the Dojo.

SO I walked, and NEVER looked back.

Let's now skip a couple of years as my life went through an "interesting" phase where there was lots of fighting, bloodshed and mayhem, but no organized training and pic it up when I was back on the right side of the tracks and decided to strat boxing training again

So after I started back on the "straight and narrow" (well mainly) and moved to the Gold Coast for the first time.

I decided to get into shape nand play football again, after a year's lay off, so I figured boxing was a good way to do that.

I found a boxing gym in an old church hall, and off I marched, 4 days a week.

I'd be training there for about 3 months when the trainer cam to me and said, "I'm promoting a State Title fight night in 6 weeks time and need a couple of heavyweights for the undercard, you up for it."

I say no, that I just trained, I don't fight.

He said, "Shame, I paying $1500 for 3 x 1 minute rounds.

I said, "A$nd what time did you want me there?"

So that was the start of a short, but interesting profesiional boxing career. I could literally write in for 10 more pages about them, but I won't.

Suffice to say:

I lost that first fight on points because I lost all ring craft and wanted to street fight. It was apt that my first pro fight was on Saturday 1 April 1989.

That got me mad, and I wanted to prove to myself as much as everyone else that I had it in me.

I trained like a motherfucker. If you can imagine it, I fought my first fight at 120 kilograms (240 pounds), I fought my 2nd at 90 kilograms (just on 200 pounds) ONLY 8 WEEKS LATER.

My 2nd fight won on knockout in the first round.

3rd fight, won by knockout in the 2nd round.

4th fight, the LUCKIEST fight of my career. The bell for the first round sounded and he came out charging at me, really trying to bring it on to me early on. I faded left and he followed with a big right cross, now I knew it was going to hurt, but he was wide open if I dropped the right and hit with a huge uppercut, but I'd have to take the sting of the left. I put everything I had into the uppercut and as it connected flush on his outstretched jaw, and momentarily before his left hit me flush on the nose, I felt the bones in my right hand break from the contact. His left hit me and I staggered and felt the blood in my mouth and it sort of blinded me for a split second (as any nose punch does). When I blinked I saw his eyes. They were rolling in his head. He fell down in a sitting position on his ass, and then rolled over to the side and hit the canvas fully. Out cold. Thank fuck for that, because I had broken 2 bones in my hand (later X-Rays helped in that diagnosis) and they had to cut the glove off my hand after the fight.

5th fight, after a lay off while my hand healed, I was champing at the bit. By this time I thought I was king shit and had a real shot at some title down the track. I fought a first timer (here I was after 4 fights thinking I was a fucking journeyman) and I cleaned him up TKO in he 1st round.

SO now I am strutting around the place, thinking I am the next world heavyweight champion, training like a mofo, NOT drinking or taking drugs at all, and down to like only 10 cigarettes a day. I am the man, no doubt.

Fight 6.

I fought a REAL boxer. And the kid was good (he some time later won the Australasian Heavyweight Championship).

I think the only reason I lasted all 8 rounds was he knocked me into next week in the forst 15 seconds of the fight.

End of the fight they had to slit BOTH my eyelids with a razor blade to let the blood out and allow the eyes to open, I had to have 3 teeth reset by a dentist, my nose was broke (thank god for small noses), BOTH eyebrows were cut and the doctor stapled them, my lips were like Lionel Richies that had been in the sun for 4 days, I pissed blood for 3 days and my chest hurt to breath. My jaw has clicked on both sides ever since that night.

Wisely, I retired.

As a short CuriousToyBoy boxing career aside, as anyone noticed my left ear is all mongy and cauliflowered ?

My trainer used to say I would have been a much better boxer if I has stopped blocking punches with the left side of my head. :winkwink:

And that folks, was the SHORT version.

:2 cents:

Question # 19
 

19. How many points did you get in the webmaster basketball game in phoenix?

Aha ha !

An easy and short one for a change...

I was 0 / 1 from the field.

Didn't play long because having had NO sleep, and still drinking Jaeger from the bottle as we drove halfway round fucking Tempe trying to find the courts, alcohol and drug induced cramps set in after a short amount of court time and that laid me out. Almost missed Dodgeball that first day as a result, but managed to come good.

I did fuck up badly once with a pass that Rey Rey picked off and went full court drive.

But I stayed with him (In am surprisingly fast and agile for a big guy), and sledged him the whole way down to the other basket, where he missed the layup.

I NEVER give up and HATE people who do.

:2 cents:

great boxing career story! :thumbsup

Would have wanted to volunteer to be your tour guide once you come again to my country but since you have Danny, I guess won't be needed. Oh well, I hope our paths will cross some time soon.

Lots of luck and advance happy birthday, big boy. :thumbsup

Question # 20
 

20. Discuss your weight lifting - best benchpress. Steriods?

Like I said in the boxing question, I've pretty much lifted weights since I was 10/11 years old.

I sort of stopped last 5 years because I bulk up too much, but if I drop another 40 pounds or so I may give some serious weight training a bit of thought.

My best benchpress I will always remember because it was on my birthday when I was 24.... 445 pounds, 2 reps. Wouldn't be close now.

I have NEVER taken a steroid in my life.

Had plenty of chances, trained with loads of guys that did them and I had easy access to them if I wanted them. Just never felt the need.

And anyone of the 100-odd peeps I must have picked up by now (from small models to Big Moe) will tell you I am still one strong SOB.

:thumbsup

Who is this "Lindsay" or "CuriousToyBoy"? Noob?

(you picked up BigasMoe???!! Damn.......)

what the...?!
I'm sorry for all the shenanigans my countrymen have done you. Shameful, it really is. Rest assured that not all Flips act that way. Manila should have been you're choice. We woulda treated you more respect.

You're still coming out on friday, yeh?

every race, every city, and every country has assholes and idiots :2 cents:


and every race, every city, and every country has great people too :thumbsup

Peaches, yo....hit me up on icq tomorrow....i wanna know when you're plane is arriving.....can't wait to see you......maybe some lesbian love?

Question # 21
 

21. What's it like being an Australian in a mostly North American and European marketplace in online adult.

It's actually had it's advantages.

Even though I have been in this business for going on 7 years, I NEVER posted on a board, let alone even thought about going to a show until I had reached the point that I did not need to.

By that I mean I had my own traffic, my own programs, my own business all sorted out and running well, so I could get on boards and go to shows AND BE MYSELF.

I hate bullshit, and bullshitters, with a passion - my father always said, "Son, tell the truth and you only get in trouble once".

So by the time I had contact with all you Septics and Canucks, and the Europeans I did not have to give a shit who I upset.

That freedom meant I have made many good friends and acquaintances because, as I said earlier about my behaviour, it's not what you do, but what you do and with what intent that counts. So if people see you are genuine and that you are REAL they warm to you as a person not as a business subject.

I remember well the FIRST person I met in a party environment at a show - it was ACE (Mark) from NaughtyAmerica, and I am sure he will not mind me telling this story.

We were waiting for a drink and we both said "hi" and shook hands. Ace (as Ace does) then reached for one of his business cards and went to give it to me. I said, "Mate, can you shove your busines card up your bum, you aren't going to give me your traffic and I'm not giving you mine, so let's just get hammered and have a good time."

He looked shocked for a second and then smiled and said, "Hell Yeah", and we have be fine mates ever since.

Now I still haven't done any business with NaughtyAmerica, but that day is soon to come, and I will have no hesitation to do whatever deal Mark proposes and shake hands and do it.

And that's the way I like to do business.

The downside was all the bad press in the days of old from the last generation of Australian operators, when they dominated the world internet marketplace for a time. I know all those guys, some well, some not well, and with some clear exceptions they did very little to help me get to where I am today.

Now people know me (even if just from photos and reputation) dealing long distance with someone you have not met is pretty easy.

Personal referrals both ways go well.

What's great now is the Aussies are on the rise, and they are also on the planes.

I could not believe how many Aussie were in Phoenix .. I counted 25.

It's a small world these days.

:2 cents:

What makes this story is the visualisation of my elegant thug, storming outside nekkid with nothing but a set of balls and a stick..and, I'm not talking about the one between his legs...it's a righteous funny story....

Plus, if you could hear Lindsay tell the story, it's funny as fuck and he's smiling as he regales us with this particular adventure...somehow, I doubt if he holds a grudge against the place..I do believe he rather misses it.

That's nice to hear. :) I'd still volunteer to tour him out whenever he wants to. Would like to know the seemingly wonderful guy.

Congrats on the Ambush Interview Mate :thumbsup :thumbsup

I have learnt alot about you on here that i didnt know and now i am scared :1orglaugh

I would like to take this chance to say what a GREAT MATE you are, your not just a boss your a fucking good MATE and i love that. As you know i have only known you for acouple of months now and in that time you have made me fill so welcome.

I got to sleep in your own BED the first time i met you , your so kind .... hey wait you didnt try anything did you :Oh crap

You are the best boss anyone could ever hope for , your a fucking great mate and i LOVE working for you.....

Now i have to get back to work now , see you soon :thumbsup

LOVE YOU MATE :pimp :pimp

R . I . C . H . C . U . N . T . S . COM

OK folks, well I have sort of run out of time amnd I am now off to my birthday dinner / party all night /breakfst in the morning / fly to LA / Brekky at a strip bar with Baddog and Dodger / fly to Seattle / party till I drop ....
birthday celebrations.

I have promised Sleazy that by Sunday night US time all.

Maybe on the plane.

;-)

you can save time by writing them out on the plane and posting when you land :thumbsup


safe flight - i hope you're business class or better:thumbsup

Damn... I did a search for the longest Ambush's ...and Leslie's was at 9 pages when it finished. you've got 15 questions left and are on page 7 already (and 110 posters). this is going to be a new record!

::::edit::: looks like sleazy and i were thinking the same thing :::: edit:::

Yup... you can always write the answers out on the planes and post during your lay overs ...

The poor guy was scared out of his wits! Hell I would have thought the same thing. I told him you never put out but I couldn't divorce you. I don't think he understood much more than "bite the pillow":helpme




Linds! How could you tell Philippines stories without the story of how you got the badge?????:winkwink: :winkwink: :winkwink:

2 fucking AM in the morning and I'm up reading this shit. It's actually the only ambush interview I've read all the way through. Not too fucking bad, man. I must give a fuck about you, considering on top of everything else, you've seen my dick up close and I've seen yours.

Jesus Christ, I'm going to bed.

ahhhh, sweet man love!!! :thumbsup :1orglaugh :helpme

Great interview!

The over/under on this Ambush Interview, (Sponsored by Pontiac), has gone to 10 pages, +/- 30 posts, replacing the original line of 9 pages dead on, unless the little fucker writes all his answers on the plane and cuts and pastes, then the line reverts to the original declaration.

Thank You.



Work Hard Play Harder Lindsay!

Have fun Lindsay and Happy Birthday!

Curious Toy Boy's Birthday Begins Now In Australia
 

It is now 12:16 a.m. in Australia, where Lindsay Is.

So, bro, I wish you a very happy birthday, which, as far as I know is going to stretch from this moment until after Toronto....

THE longest birthday in the history of humankind.

Here's to you, mate!

The badge...I had forgotten about the bloody badge.....that story was hilarious.....

Bump... almost fell off the first Page :)

I won't be making it to Toronto :( But it's on in San Diego! :thumbsup

If you'll be in LA before you hit up Seattle it'd be my pleasure to party hard with you!

He WILL be in LA.....before Seattle:

http://www.gofuckyourself.com/showthread.php?t=603323

DAMN! I'm going to miss him by a few hours! I'll be heading to Vegas then :(