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What does my Dealing with Nipples have to do with being CHairman?

October 6, 2021 Jack Corbett Leave a comment

Dealing with Nipples is Chapter 24 of Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer. Why do I compare this to being chairman?

Dealing with Nipples my universal gym at the farm — To help keep myself in prime physical condition, I had my own private exercise room built out of a one car garage at my farm. To make it appear larger I had large mirrors placed along an entire wall. While I had another wall done up as a mural showcasing the mountains overlooking the Snake River. The concept was to transport myself into an entirely different world which I would later use while Dealing with Nipples.

Because I am chairman of the condo here in Pattaya Thailand where I’ve been living for the past 15 years. I’ve been chairman for the past seven years after serving on our condo’s committee for two years. Now most of you will not be interested at all in my being chairman. Or the things I have to do to serve the 62 owners. But for the few of you who want to know about Thailand condo management I am introducing a new subject area called Thailand condo management. For the few who are interested, it will be enlightening.

But big surprise, Dealing with Nipples has nothing to do with breast implants or sexuality in any form.

While it has a lot to do with condo management. But that’s going to take more articles here. In Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer dealing with Nipples is all about fighting. And how to strike so much fear in an opponent that you will never have to deal with him again. Nipples was the inspiration for my first book, Death on the Wild Side. She was a stripper. Whose stage name was Nipples due to her large nipples. Dealing with Nipples meant my oftentimes running into her violent boyfriend who threatened to disfigure my beautiful supercharged Mazda Miata sports car. And beat me up with the help of his friends.

My supercharged Mazda Miata sportscar, developed over 180 horsepower out of an engine that had just 116 horsepower stock. So I equipped the car with oversized wheels and tires to contain all those extra ravaging ponies and had the car lowered. It would have topped 150 miles an hour had it not been for the rev limiter which shut the engine down at 7000 rpms. Even so, I wound up blowing the engine three times trying to get more than 140 miles an hour.

Did you ever face two or three antagonists simultaneusly? Well I have.

I describe two or three of the events in the chapter, Dealing with Nipples. The second time was when I was a Junior in College. The staring half back for our college football team was having a bachelor’s party with a group of his friends. All of them on the football team. Three of them imimidated a friend of mine into leaving the bar. Then the three football players tried to grab me and throw me out of the bar. I won and they lost.

Which sets the stage for Dealing with Nipples.

Dealing with Nipples meant my training hard as a boxer in my exercise room — My heavy bag and platform bag for speed bags in my farm exercise room. When I found myself Dealing with Nipples, I devoted myself to boxing so that If necessary I could simultaneously take on up to three or four men.

I was fifty then. So figuring I wasn’t too much over the hill yet, I trained myself for the upcoming fight. The fight of my dreams. Which I would win even if I had to face three men. I won’t go into the details of the encounter here. You will just have to read about it in Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer. And in the end I never had a problem with Nipplies boyfriend ever again.

So what does Dealing with Nipples have to do with successful condo management in Thailand?

For one thing, whether it’s a fight or a critical committee meeting or condo co-owner’s meeting, it’s essential to be well prepared for the upcoming encounter.

When it came to facing off against Nipple’s boyfriend and two or three of his friends, I worked out an hour a day on my punching bags. Using the speed bags and heavy bags. Until I knew I was faster and much more coordinated than my opponents. And able to knock anyone of them down with either hand.

In future committee meetings or the annual co-owner’s meetings as chairman, I would always come well prepared. I would come with notes, for what I wanted to cover in a committee meeting or once a year condo co-owner’s meetings. But I would also prepare myself for any questions raised by a fellow condo co-owner especially during the annual c0-owner’s meetings. So that I could effectively convince to vote in favor of my agendas.

While running the annual condo co-owers’ meetings I also had to prepare myself for combat. Just as I had in Dealing with Nipples.

While running these annual condo co-owner’s meetings, it is not enough to be totally prepared. And it’s not enough to be as cool as a cucumber. It’s also essential to be totally fearless and be willing to get physical with an adversary.

In these annual condo co-owner’s meetings, half of the attending condo co-owners are complete assholes. They are despicably rude and selfish. They are constantly interrupting the speaker, no matter who’s trying to make his point. It becomes total chaos. It brings back memories of teaching a High School class of unruly students. Except these “grown up” condo owners are far worse.

So I find it necessary to show my fellow condo owners that I’m the toughest guy in the room and that my fuse only goes so far before I am willing to kick someone’s ass.

I once had a drunken fellow co-owner get into my face in the condo office. The guy just wouldn’t back off. Even when I tried to leave the office in front of our manager and bookkeeper. I slapped him so hard in the face that he went down. And when he got up the co-owner threatened to sue me for assault and battery. Too bad for him though. Because I had come fully prepared years in advance. Due to my making sure that our Thai manager and Thai bookkeeper would back me to the hilt.

In one of our condo annual co-owner’s meetings I’ve had to grab a totally out of control mouthy fellow co owner by his shoulders to physically throw him out of the room until our security guard intervened. While a year or two later, I had to get up close and personal to another co-owner who just wouldn’t shut up. I think everyone in the room knew I was going to punch the guy out. Until another co-owner was able to persuade him to settle down.

So welcome to the new condo management section of the Fun House expats blog. From now on I won’t be making any comparisons between Dealing with Nipples and successful Thailand condo management.

But I will contend with pride that I don’t think there’s a single condo community that’s better managed than ours. Like most of the Pattaya condos near us, we’ve had a bookkeeper embezzle sizeable funds from us. We’ve had big problems with owners who won’t pay on time. Not to mention problems with providing adequate security for our resident’s possessions. For the few who are interested in what it takes to sucessfully manage a condo here in Thailand I will be writing future articles here.

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Welcome to the Fun House
Describes my first 2 years on my condo committeee. Written as fiction much of the book follows my experiences under the German builder and first chairman of our condo community here at Wongamat Beach. This is a great introduction to the corruption inherent in most condo communities here in Pattaya. Welcome to the Fun House portrays an idealistic picture of the kind of condo owners here in Pattaya. Whereas Pattaya Pattaya Pattaya Confessions of Sin City which I published right before Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer paints portrays such condo owners in a very negative light. It took six years as chairman for me to develop my present extremely negative opinion of most Thailand expats.

Dick Fitswell the Man in Quest of the Perfect Fit

In my opinion after writing and publishing six books in over 12 editions this is my finest effort. But it’s no Man of La Mancha and I am certainly not at all like Miguel de Cervantes who inspired Man of Mancha with his Don Quixote. Dick Fitswell is outrageous satire. Which will be continued in Pattaya Pattaya Pattaya Confessions of Sin City where Dick Fitswell has a second coming. In which I further develop my Big DIck theory that motivates most (but thankfully not all) men.

Men cause most wars. Whereas most women don’t. Women after all want to protect their children. Just take a look at what’s going on in the U.S. today. With all of this infighting between moderate Democrats and the left wing of the Democratic Party. And how the far right has captured the Republican Party. The Trump cult. Attacking the U.S. capital, and then denying that you’ve committed treason. It all comes down to is My dick is bigger than your dick. I have more money than you. I’m smarter than you. My voice is louder than yours. My gun is bigger than your gun. And I am going to prove it at the expense of even my own country.

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Excluding Kindle ebooks which work great on your cell phone there’s over twelve editions of my six books. There’s two versions of Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer in Hardback from Amazon and Lulu. And one full color paperback from Lulu and another you can get from Amazon. And a black and white edition from Amazon and another black and white edition at lulu.com. There’s also multiple editions of Etreme Guns and Babes for an Adult World from both amazon.com and lulu.com. And three calendars you can buy at lulu.com, the 2021 and 2022 Extreme Weapons calendar and the 2021 Pattaya Beaches Eye Calendar at lulu.com. Jack Corbett Books can help you decide which edition to choose.

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Brandy beautiful stripper is the new girl at the Dollies Playhouse

September 17, 2021 Jack Corbett Leave a comment

Brandy beautiful stripper at the Dollies Playhouse was much more than gorgeous. She was smart, with a look of total innocence. As soon as I spotted her, I messaged Baron and several of the other guys in the Lost Angels chatroom. “A new girl has just started working here, and she is cute beyond belief.

closeup picture of Brandy beautiful stripper — _{Brandy at Dollies Playhouse when she was just 19}.

An excited Baron replied from his computer in his trailer in the Olympic Mountains, “Get pictures of her, Jack! We want to see her.”

All of you who are now messaging each other on Facebook cannot begin to fathom the dynamics of what’s happening the moment I meet Brandy beautiful stripper who seems totally out of place in a strip club. It is early in 1997. No one’s bringing digital cameras and laptop computers into strip clubs. Any chat rooms that exist are dinosaurs. You can’t put pictures in the drab chatrooms they had in those days. But we can And I’m already taking hundreds of pictures of the Dollies Playhouse dancers. Satin and I have wired the whole club with telephone wire. While the owners of Dollies are paying the phone company for a single line we can use to access the internet. I’m getting my first two beers free. And have my own small table next to our internet connection.

Most of the dancers want to hang around me. Because I am bringing something very exciting into their world. Magic. And I am the magician who’s creating it.

It takes me just half a minute to convince Brandy beautiful stripper she is to join me at my table. But she doesn’t belong at Dollies. Or any other strip club. She’s unable to pay almost a thousand dollars on her phone bill. Thanks to one of her roommates running up a huge long distance bill. Brandy will work only several months at Dollies. And return to stripping only for short intervals to pay overdue bills.

Brandy beautiful stripper that she was, in 1997 is one of the most remarkable women I’ve ever known. She’s a woman I want to write about. Who was one of the main real life characters in Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer.

But I’m not going to write a lot about her here. I’ll put up a lot of pictures however. While making just a few unrelated remarks about her.

Brandy beautiful stripper posing in front of the mirrors

_{Upstairs at Dollies in an unused portion of the club, I’d often take a single girl there for special photoshoots.} _{Brandy beautiful stripper
took some of the best I ever took at Dollies. Ironically Brandy never stripped for long. She was kicked out of High School when she was just 16. By the superintendent who just so happened to have been my best friend in Junior High School. Years later she would get her High School equivalency degree and continue on to graduate from college}.

**In 1997, Brandy was slender, was very cute and innocent looking. I’d find out later that she was fearless, and that she was an excellent fighter.**

Years later on my birthday she visited me with a boyfriend of hers who had a birthday the day after mine. So the three of us celebrated and the boyfriend got trashed. In one of the bars he made insulting comments about me. It didn’t bother me at all because I knew he was drunk. But when we got back inside my pickup truck, Brandy started pounding him in the face until the blood

_{Crazy Czech and Brandy at Dollies. It was like beauty and the beast.
CC would go on to write four books which you can buy at amazon.com.}

_{Dirt and Brandy at Dollies Playhouse. Dirt was doing my web site back
after taking over for Grey Ghost. Dirt also did a “Death on the Wild Side”
weekly cartoon strip. The cartoon strip eventually comprised 120 weekly
episodes following my first novel, Death on the Wild Side.}

Brandy beautiful stripper was the cutest girl I ever met at the Dollies Playhouse Strip Club. My first impression of her was–she was cute, well mannered and naïve.

Later on, Brandy would often join me at my farm or travel with me up to Stimmelators in northern Indiana. I
would oftentimes let her take the wheel. Oftentimes she would encounter a rude driver, and when she did
(which was often), she’d curse like a drunken sailor, screaming out “Asshole. That son of a bitch fucking A hole.”
Reflecting now on Brandy twenty years after I met her at Dollies, in this entire twenty year period she spent less
a year stripping and spent a lot more time working conventional jobs eventually owning her own car repair shop.

_{Brandy at Sam Stimmel’s House in North Webster, Indiana the weekend Jade, Satin and Brandy came up to dance at Stimmelators. There were 10 of us in the large van we rented. Most of our group stayed at Sam’s. While Baron and I shared a nearby hotel room.}

Brandy beautiful stripper and Jack with 10 foot Python snake — _{Brandy and me with a ten foot long Python snake at a local Standard City, Illinois bar.}

Brandy beautiful stripper lying on pool table with Python snake

The pictures here should show you why you need to buy Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer. For the first time a book is available that portrays a COMPREHENSIVE OVERWHELMINGLY POSITIVE SIDE OF STRIP CLUBS AND STRIPPERS.

Take Brandy beautiful stripper as a prime example. Brandy and Jade (to be followed by others) became digital disciples of mine. Both women learned much more quickly the ins and outs of computers and the internet than most of my male friends with college degrees. And unlike most of “friends”, both women were totally loyal to me.

Always having my back and willing to fight any woman or man who dared to insult me. Both women (and most strippers who became good friends of mine) were as reliable as clocks. And just one year ago, Brandy contacted me on facebook to ask for my Thailand address. Turns out she had borrowed one dollar from me twenty years ago and now wanted to pay me back. A couple weeks later I got an envelope from the U.S. with two American dollars in it. And a note from Brandy explaining that the second dollar was for twenty years interest.

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Baron’s Swedish Mauser was the highlight of my visiting the writer.

September 16, 2021 Jack Corbett Leave a comment

Baron’s Swedish Mauser hung on the wall of his narrow trailer above the wood burning stove at his rustic home in Washington State’s Olympic Mountains. The Baron also had a 22 semi automatic rifle and a 12 gauge shotgun hanging his 1996 6.65 mm Swedish bolt action. This is the first time I met the Baron after he became a regular in the Lost Angels Chat. But it is Baron’s Swedish Mauser that became by far the most unforgettable focus of my week long visit to the great writer’s home in the mountains.

Baron's Swedish Mauser is below mine — _{Every mountaineer’s home must have at least two firearms within easy reach. Baron’s Swedish Mauser appears below the single shot 12 gauge and the 50 caliber black powder Hawken. To make room for the Swedish Mauser I just had to purchase, Baron took down his 22 semi automatic rifle}.

When I was 12 years old looking for a Springfield 03 to buy I was intrigued by the surplus Swedish military rifles that were selling for a pittance. They looked cool. But now it’s 1997 and I am visiting Baron in his small single wide trailer. I’m here for one week, and Baron and I have a lot of very interesting times together. Which you can read all about in my latest book, Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer.

It makes sense for a self proclaimed mountain man like Baron to have three or four firearms in his trailer.

He’s got a semi automatic 22 rife which is cheap, fun to shoot and good for small game. His 12 gauge shotgun is indispensable. Because when the chips are down and he has no food, he can always hit birds on the wing or small animals on the run. Good for self defense also, and if he were attacked by a grizzly bear it has stopping power he can count on. But the 50 caliber black powder Hawken? It might have been the cats meow for early 19th century mountain men. But this isn’t the 19th century. But oh well. Each to his own. I will soon have 36 firearms. And not all of them are practical must haves. Of all of his guns, the one that intrigued me the most was Baron’s Swedish Mauser. And it was the one he was the proudest of.

“Believe it or not, it will shoot as flat as a 300 H & H Magnum,” Baron told me.

“Nah. No way,” I replied. That 6.65 mm Swedish round was devised in 1896. And it wasn’t the most powerful round out there. Our 30-06 is a far better cartridge and it was introduced in 1906.”

The Baron had few amenities in his small trailer. He had an old 1500 watt space heater that was so run down that it would produce just half that many watts. He had a supply of firewood on hand for his wood burning stove. But it was soft wood. And each log would last only for a couple of hours. I found myself waking up every couple of hours putting more wood on the fire. But he had a passable internet connection.

And used it to check the ballistics of Baron’s Swedish Mauser.

Although the velocity of a 139 grain bullet was well below a 150 grain 30-06 load, the 6.5 Swede actually shot flatter. And by the time Baron explained to me that the Swedish Mauser was built better than an 1898 German Mauser I had to have one.

“How much do you think I will have to pay for one?” I asked the Baron.

“About a hundred dollars or so,” Baron replied. “And I think there’s a nearby gun shop that will have one in stock.”

I got a rifle that was nearly identical to Baron’s Swedish Mauser the next day. And had to try it out a.s.a.p.

Baron had this old Nissan pickup truck that he used for hauling wood that he cut back to his trailer. And for general transportation. I was surprised that it was two wheel drive and not four wheel drive. Because I had learned in my first several years as a farmer that two wheel drive pickups were as useless as tits on a bore when the going go tough. And those Olympic mountains of Baron’s were no laughing matter. I can’t remember how long it took us to get to that pristine mountain lake. Two hours, three hours? But whatever time it took, I was completely surprised that we didn’t encounter one single motorized vehicle over the last forty-five minutes of our journey. In my many years traveling out West I never encountered an area so devoid of human civilization since spending a month at the National Outdoor Leadership School in Wyoming’s Wind River Mountains.

Baron and I shot out Swedish Mausers out to two hundred yards once we got to the lake. We didn’t take any targets with us. So we shot at tree stumps and willows out on the lake, or whatever else was close at hand. The rifle was very easy on my shoulder. Kicking far less than my 30-06 Springfield. And even less than the .243 I had shot in my early teens. But as Baron explained to me, that 6.5 mm Swedish cartridge was a favorite with Swedish moose hunters. And it was equally good on American Moose Baron assured me. So I felt really good about my new rifle. And even if, and that was a very big if. An almost impossible if. A grizzly bear should attack us I had a rifle with the power and penetration that would save our lives.

_{Recoil of the 6.5 Swedish rifle is soft for a rifle that is capable of taking out Moose and other large animals.}

But it would be my fascination with Baron’s Swedish Mauser and my buying one just like his that might soon cost us our lives.

When we decided to head back to a restaurant near Baron’s trailer, we found that Baron’s two wheel drive pickup was stuck in the snow.

I used to drive both rear engine and front wheel drive Volkswagens, and always had a shovel along. Baron didn’t. Although he kept a chain saw in his pickup bed which he used for cutting firewood whenever he encountered a fallen tree along the road. The largest potential snow digging implements we could find were a screwdriver and claw hammer. But there was no one around to rescue us. And it was already close to 4 p.m. We could freeze to death our on that lake before anyone would find us. So we had no choice other than making that claw hammer and screwdriver fly. Both were better than using our fingernails.

After we finally hacked and chiseled enough snow away from the pickup’s rear tires, Baron finally gave it a go. But the tires never got a good grip in the snow. I finally noticed the brushwood that filled the bed of Baron’s pickup. On the way to the lake we encountered a small tree that had fallen across the road. An elated Baron, gleefully cried out, “Road Kill.” And used his chainsaw to cut the tree into small pieces that would fit in his stove.

The pickup truck’s back wheels had dug a rut beneath its tires. Which kept getting deeper each time Baron tried to drive his way out of the ruts. I pushed while Baron drove. All to no avail. We were finally able to get the pickup out of the ruts by cramming brushwood underneath its tires.

We were home free a last getting the truck unstuck until Baron almost got us stuck again.

_{The road “Home” proved to be a road leading higher and higher up into the Olympic mountains. And North, not South. There is heavy snow already to contend with. It soon started to snow heavily. One can just imagine how difficult it would have been turning Baron’s two wheel drive pickup once the now got deeper.}

The road was a narrow two lane all covered with snow. But it started snowing before we got a mile away from the lake. Baron seemed totally unconcerned as he relaxed behind the wheel. But I had been there before. Two many times. I’d be driving home to my farm house from a party. And it would start to snow. Snowing harder and harder until my front wheel drive car would get stuck in a drift before I had gone thirty miles.

I watched the snow falling harder and harder down on that road when I asked Baron.

“I’m hungry. How far is Port Townsend?

“Not very far,” Baron replied. We should be there within half an hour.”

“Is Port Townsend North or South of us?” I asked.

“It’s South of us.”

“So we are traveling South, right Baron?”

“Yes.”

“Baron, even though it’s snowing I can still see a bit of the sun to our left.”

“That’s good.”

“Baron, it is 4 p.m. So if we are traveling South should the sun be on our left or on our right.”

“On our right, Jack.”

“Baron, the sun is on our left. Which puts the sun West of us So we are going North, not South and we are heading uphill where the snow will be falling a lot harder. We are going to get stuck again unless you turn around.”

That night Baron and I got in the Lost Angels Chat while we had a nice dinner and drank a lot of beer together.

PlOne and several of the Dollies strippers were in the chat room with us, when Baron described our day getting stuck in the snow.

“We might have died in those mountains if we had gotten my truck stuck again. There was no one on that road but us. So if we had gotten stuck chances are no one might have come by to help us. That jack. He saved the day. Jack is the Greatest Mountain man that ever lived. Greater than Daniel Boone and even Abraham Lincoln.”

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