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(ABC News)   TV weatherman reveals how he was approached by two beautiful strangers in a bar, drugged, and scammed out of $43,000- twice, on two consecutive nights   (abcnews.go.com ) divider line
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2012-06-01 11:00:39 AM  
These guys who got suckered are pretty dumb. The scam is so obvious. It's like Eastern European spam email lived out in real life.

"How are things (with you)? I'm in the same town with you. I have a wonderful and very funny girl and well appointed. Can you see me here.(randomized url ending in .ru)
 
2012-06-01 11:10:18 AM  
That takes a special kind of stupid....
 
2012-06-01 11:14:57 AM  
Well, to be fair, on the second night he was like, "there's just NO WAY that this could happen AGAIN!"
 
2012-06-01 11:39:10 AM  

Lando Lincoln: Well, to be fair, on the second night he was like, "there's just NO WAY that this could happen AGAIN!"


Beat me to it.
 
2012-06-01 11:40:09 AM  

kingoomieiii: Lando Lincoln: Well, to be fair, on the second night he was like, "there's just NO WAY that this could happen AGAIN!"

Beat me to it.


Though the second time he should have realized that it was the same women, but with Groucho Marx disguises.
 
2012-06-01 11:44:57 AM  

kingoomieiii: kingoomieiii: Lando Lincoln: Well, to be fair, on the second night he was like, "there's just NO WAY that this could happen AGAIN!"

Beat me to it.

Though the second time he should have realized that it was the same women, but with Groucho Marx disguises.


Let's all be honest here, the guy was following his dick.
 
2012-06-01 12:52:24 PM  
I had something similar happen to me.

As I was leaving the grocery store, a hot blond and a hot brunette approached me saying that their car broke down and asked if I could give them a ride. I told them sure. The girls get in the backseat and the blond gives me directions to a place about 20 minutes away. I see in the rear view mirror that they're starting to make out and remove each other's tops. I almost hit another car and swerve off the road to avoid it. The blond comments, "Aww, is someone feeling left out?" She hops in the front seat and gives me road head. I finish shortly before I arrive at their location. I drop them off and then when I get home I realize my wallet had been cleared of $40 in cash.

The next day I go back to the store and I run into the same girls. Again I give them a ride home and the only variation is that the brunette hops in the front seat and gives me road head. When I get home I realize that again, my wallet has been cleared out of $40 in cash.

Those dirty thieves! They did this to me again on Wednesday, Thursday, twice on Friday and on Sunday.

/cool story bro
//love that joke
 
2012-06-01 12:53:30 PM  

i.ytimg.com
What a Tv Weatherman may look like

 
2012-06-01 01:42:31 PM  

slayer199: I had something similar happen to me.

As I was leaving the grocery store, a hot blond and a hot brunette approached me saying that their car broke down and asked if I could give them a ride. I told them sure. The girls get in the backseat and the blond gives me directions to a place about 20 minutes away. I see in the rear view mirror that they're starting to make out and remove each other's tops. I almost hit another car and swerve off the road to avoid it. The blond comments, "Aww, is someone feeling left out?" She hops in the front seat and gives me road head. I finish shortly before I arrive at their location. I drop them off and then when I get home I realize my wallet had been cleared of $40 in cash.

The next day I go back to the store and I run into the same girls. Again I give them a ride home and the only variation is that the brunette hops in the front seat and gives me road head. When I get home I realize that again, my wallet has been cleared out of $40 in cash.

Those dirty thieves! They did this to me again on Wednesday, Thursday, twice on Friday and on Sunday.

/cool story bro
//love that joke


This thread needs to have the spentmiles version of the story.
 
2012-06-01 01:42:42 PM  
I have the largest penis in the world.

/please, blow me. Just try. Not gonna happen.
 
TWX
2012-06-01 01:43:07 PM  
And this, ladies and gentlemen, iswhy he's a TV weatherman instead of something better...
 
2012-06-01 01:43:15 PM  
I dunno. I feel like we're hardwired to fall for stupid shiat like this.

I mean its not like model women come into a bar and see me and go "oh this is a guy I want to party with". Yet, if it happened under the right circumstances, my brain would be rationalizing it all because I want to get with such hawt chicks.
 
2012-06-01 01:46:32 PM  
Didn't read the story. I assume its about John Bolaris, a TV weatherman in Philadelphia. He was canned recently. Karma's a beeotch. Dude had this coming since he jumped the shark with his Storm of the Century prediction. (Anyone in Philadelphia area is sure to remember that debacle)

If the story isn't about him, then there's an epidemic in Miami regarding TV weatherman getting scammed by fake escorts.
 
2012-06-01 01:47:12 PM  
This guy gets off a bus in Miami and heads to the seediest part of town where he finds this disheveled blonde streetwalker and asks if she's available for a date. She says yes and they head back to her motel room. He asks if she would give him head for $300 to which she says, "hell yes." She goes to town the guy pays her and then leaves.

The next day, the guy goes back to the same spot, picks up the blonde, and they go back to her room for another $300 date.

For the next four days, the guy comes back again for the same. The blonde, starting to get a little sweet on the guy starts talking to him, asking him some questions like - "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Poughkeepsie." He says.

"Really??" The blonde smiles. "I'm from Poughkeepsie as well! Do you know Francine Smith? She's my sister."

"I sure do." The guy says. "She sent me down here with two thousand bucks to give you..."


/rimshot
 
2012-06-01 01:48:04 PM  
Ron Jeremy could be a TV weatherman. Has a built-in pointer.
 
2012-06-01 01:48:43 PM  
This happened in Miami, you say? Don't worry...I've got a crew in the area. They can handle it...

tvbacon.files.wordpress.com
 
2012-06-01 01:48:53 PM  
I think this is appropriate.

uctaa.net

Seriously, I thought subby was just making slayer199's joke. But no. It's real now.

[facepalm.jpg]

/there is not enough facepalm to fully express my feelings on this
 
2012-06-01 01:49:53 PM  
Could be worse!

www.moviesonline.ca
 
2012-06-01 01:50:28 PM  
i.dailymail.co.uk

"Shots? Okay..."
 
2012-06-01 01:51:02 PM  
Do shot?
 
2012-06-01 01:51:55 PM  
LAUGHTER OL! A WINNER IS NOT YOU!
 
2012-06-01 01:53:42 PM  

que.guero: This guy gets off a bus in Miami and heads to the seediest part of town where he finds this disheveled blonde streetwalker and asks if she's available for a date. She says yes and they head back to her motel room. He asks if she would give him head for $300 to which she says, "hell yes." She goes to town the guy pays her and then leaves.

The next day, the guy goes back to the same spot, picks up the blonde, and they go back to her room for another $300 date.

For the next four days, the guy comes back again for the same. The blonde, starting to get a little sweet on the guy starts talking to him, asking him some questions like - "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Poughkeepsie." He says.

"Really??" The blonde smiles. "I'm from Poughkeepsie as well! Do you know Francine Smith? She's my sister."

"I sure do." The guy says. "She sent me down here with two thousand bucks to give you..."


/rimshot


lmao!!!!!!
 
2012-06-01 01:53:44 PM  

TWX: And this, ladies and gentlemen, iswhy he's a TV weatherman instead of something better...


TV weathermen can make serious bank. A sizable percentage of the viewers of any given newscast tune in just to see the weather, and they're paid accordingly.
 
2012-06-01 01:54:14 PM  

kingoomieiii: kingoomieiii: Lando Lincoln: Well, to be fair, on the second night he was like, "there's just NO WAY that this could happen AGAIN!"

Beat me to it.

Though the second time he should have realized that it was the same women, but with Groucho Marx disguises.


img257.imageshack.us
 
2012-06-01 01:55:27 PM  
Autoplay video needs to DIF.
 
2012-06-01 01:55:43 PM  

TWX: And this, ladies and gentlemen, iswhy he's a TV weatherman instead of something better...


He's not even that anymore. The local Fox affiliate fired him after he did an interview with Playboy about this incident.
 
2012-06-01 02:01:18 PM  
Look on the bright side, you still have your kidneys.
 
2012-06-01 02:01:40 PM  

Fano: slayer199: I had something similar happen to me.

As I was leaving the grocery store, a hot blond and a hot brunette approached me saying that their car broke down and asked if I could give them a ride. I told them sure. The girls get in the backseat and the blond gives me directions to a place about 20 minutes away. I see in the rear view mirror that they're starting to make out and remove each other's tops. I almost hit another car and swerve off the road to avoid it. The blond comments, "Aww, is someone feeling left out?" She hops in the front seat and gives me road head. I finish shortly before I arrive at their location. I drop them off and then when I get home I realize my wallet had been cleared of $40 in cash.

The next day I go back to the store and I run into the same girls. Again I give them a ride home and the only variation is that the brunette hops in the front seat and gives me road head. When I get home I realize that again, my wallet has been cleared out of $40 in cash.

Those dirty thieves! They did this to me again on Wednesday, Thursday, twice on Friday and on Sunday.

/cool story bro
//love that joke

This thread needs to have the spentmiles version of the story.


I got halfway through the first paragraph and immediately checked the username to see if it was spentmiles.
 
2012-06-01 02:07:28 PM  

MindStalker: Autoplay video needs to DIF.


You have lost the letter A. Perhaps this was stolen by the Ukranian girl?
 
2012-06-01 02:12:21 PM  
This almost happened to a friend of mine. Similar story... Hot woman, he got drugged, but he was smart enough to not leave the hotel casino and go to his hotel room once he started not feeling right and avoided getting ripped off.
 
2012-06-01 02:16:47 PM  

kingoomieiii: kingoomieiii: Lando Lincoln: Well, to be fair, on the second night he was like, "there's just NO WAY that this could happen AGAIN!"

Beat me to it.

Though the second time he should have realized that it was the same women, but with Groucho Marx disguises.


Of course he knew it was the same women, they called him and offered to return his glasses and he wanted to return the painting he purchased. He didn't know about the credit card charges until later.
 
2012-06-01 02:17:52 PM  
Hope springs eternal?

The triumph of hope over experience?
 
2012-06-01 02:18:19 PM  
This is what happens when you let the little head do the thinking for you.
 
2012-06-01 02:20:12 PM  

que.guero: This guy gets off a bus in Miami and heads to the seediest part of town where he finds this disheveled blonde streetwalker and asks if she's available for a date. She says yes and they head back to her motel room. He asks if she would give him head for $300 to which she says, "hell yes." She goes to town the guy pays her and then leaves.

The next day, the guy goes back to the same spot, picks up the blonde, and they go back to her room for another $300 date.

For the next four days, the guy comes back again for the same. The blonde, starting to get a little sweet on the guy starts talking to him, asking him some questions like - "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Poughkeepsie." He says.

"Really??" The blonde smiles. "I'm from Poughkeepsie as well! Do you know Francine Smith? She's my sister."

"I sure do." The guy says. "She sent me down here with two thousand bucks to give you..."


/rimshot


I am so stealing this joke.

/needed a good chuckle, been a hell of a day.
 
2012-06-01 02:21:29 PM  

AbbeySomeone: kingoomieiii: kingoomieiii: Lando Lincoln: Well, to be fair, on the second night he was like, "there's just NO WAY that this could happen AGAIN!"

Beat me to it.

Though the second time he should have realized that it was the same women, but with Groucho Marx disguises.

Let's all be honest here, the guy was following his dick.


And is it not somewhat ironic that when his dick is in that condition it normally points at his head?
 
2012-06-01 02:24:22 PM  
I was a young weatherman sent on assignment to Miami about ten years ago. I had a few Jack and waters on the plane, so I was already a little tipsy when we landed. I went to the rental car kiosk, but the clerk smelled the alcohol on my breath and refused to give me a car. No big deal really, because I went outside and hailed a cab.

The cabbie, with a jovial Russian accent, asked me if I liked to have fun. I had a few days before the rest of the crew was scheduled to show up, so I figured what the hell, might as well get into a little trouble. I told him I did. He asked me what kind of girls I liked. I told him the bigger the breasts the better. He said he had the perfect girl for me and we could pick her up right then from the hotel.

He made a call and when we pulled up she was outside waiting. My god. She was about six foot, long tan legs, beautiful blonde hair, and the biggest, juiciest, real jugs I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing up close. She hopes in the back with me and within thirty seconds, she's all over my dick, jerking me off through my slacks as I squeeze her breasts and kiss her.

A quick aside: being a weatherman, I'm incredibly attractive. Not much in the brains department, but God made up for it with a perfect face and big hard cock. As I later found out, I'm exactly the type of person these criminals target.

The cabbie took us to another hotel, promising more girls, coke, and booze. I thought I'd stumbled into the greatest weekend of my life, which I was vulnerable to believing because my wife had passed away two weeks prior. I guess grief can hypnotize a person because I threw caution out the window and all my chips on the table.

The blonde takes me upstairs to a large, multi-room suite. It's nothing but beautiful women in each room, some pleasuring themselves, others snorting coke, a handful scissoring each other on the big king bed. The blonde pushed me into the middle of them. They ripped my clothes off and started getting me from every angle. It tasted like I was eating honey while a toothless black bear gnawed on my knob. Pure, unadultered bliss. I fired off a big load into someone's mouth, which triggered the moment when things got weird.

She doesn't swallow or spit. Instead, she hops up from the bed and runs out of the room, across the other room, and disappears behind a closed door. I try to get up, but the girls are playfully holding me down, teasing my pleaser as they work it back up again. Even now, in my early fifties, I still only need about a thirty second intermission before I'm ready to go again. This impressed them I think because they chattered and giggled in Russian.

The door across the room opened, the girl stuck her head out, nodded. The blonde then reached under the bed, produced a small club, and hit me over the head. Lights out.

I wake up in a dark room. I'm sort of standing, sort of leaning back, completely disoriented. Then I realized that my hands and legs were bound by loops of rope strung through the piece of plywood behind me. I can't move. And to completely freak me out, there's something attached to my penis, like a tube, and it's got some powerful suction. I believe it was some sort of modified breast pump because it would cycle between two speeds. Unable to control myself, I ejaculated again. A minute later, I was hard and the process began again.

After about ten hours by myself, the door opened. The blonde entered and flipped the light switch. She wasn't dressed as sexy anymore, but now wore a nurses outfit, with a stethescope drapped around her neck. I begged her to untie me, but instead she took my vitals and assured me that everything was going to be fine.

She then picked up a plastic bag and held it up to the light. It was nearly full, almost a gallon of my semen inside. She removed that bag and replaced it with a new one. Then she poked my penis with her pen and noticed that it had was getting weary. She told me that I had a lot more work to do and she'd send some girls in to help me.

It was hell. The women were gorgeous. They stripped and fondled one another right in front of me. But I was strapped down, unable to reach out to them. No matter how hard I tried to keep myself from getting aroused, the erections came coming and so did I. By dawn, which I could see through a small crack in the curtain, I'd filled another gallon bag.

This went on for several days until finally the FBI raided the operation. I was dehydrated and scared, but alive.

As they explained it to me, I'd been kidnapped by Eastern European semen harvesters. Their modus operandi was too kidnap and milk attractive men like myself. Some of the product went to perverts with come guzzling fetishes. Some of it went to impregnate Russian women, producing good looking babies that were mostly white. The babies were easy to sell for large profits back in the US. They said I was lucky to be alive because most of the time, after the victim ran out of semen, he was drowned in the bathtub and then his corpse was abandoned in one of the many surrounding alleys.

It was only my ability to produce gallons of semen that saved my life.
 
2012-06-01 02:24:28 PM  
www.davetheguitarplayer.com
 
2012-06-01 02:26:25 PM  
John Bolaris was a TV weather forecaster in Philadelphia, but even he could not predict the intentions of two comely women that approached him at a luxury hotel bar in Miami.

Here's the thing. If you are a 52 year old guy other than George Clooney, and two attractive young women approach you in a bar, you can, with 99% certainty, predict that their intentions are to scam you.
 
2012-06-01 02:39:29 PM  

spentmiles: I was a young weatherman sent on assignment to Miami about ten years ago. I had a few Jack and waters on the plane, so I was already a little tipsy when we landed. I went to the rental car kiosk, but the clerk smelled the alcohol on my breath and refused to give me a car. No big deal really, because I went outside and hailed a cab.

The cabbie, with a jovial Russian accent, asked me if I liked to have fun. I had a few days before the rest of the crew was scheduled to show up, so I figured what the hell, might as well get into a little trouble. I told him I did. He asked me what kind of girls I liked. I told him the bigger the breasts the better. He said he had the perfect girl for me and we could pick her up right then from the hotel.

He made a call and when we pulled up she was outside waiting. My god. She was about six foot, long tan legs, beautiful blonde hair, and the biggest, juiciest, real jugs I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing up close. She hopes in the back with me and within thirty seconds, she's all over my dick, jerking me off through my slacks as I squeeze her breasts and kiss her.

A quick aside: being a weatherman, I'm incredibly attractive. Not much in the brains department, but God made up for it with a perfect face and big hard cock. As I later found out, I'm exactly the type of person these criminals target.

The cabbie took us to another hotel, promising more girls, coke, and booze. I thought I'd stumbled into the greatest weekend of my life, which I was vulnerable to believing because my wife had passed away two weeks prior. I guess grief can hypnotize a person because I threw caution out the window and all my chips on the table.

The blonde takes me upstairs to a large, multi-room suite. It's nothing but beautiful women in each room, some pleasuring themselves, others snorting coke, a handful scissoring each other on the big king bed. The blonde pushed me into the middle of them. They ripped my clothes off and started gettin ...


We are done here. Thank you, sir.
 
2012-06-01 02:40:23 PM  
 
2012-06-01 02:41:32 PM  

spentmiles: I was a young weatherman sent on assignment to Miami about ten years ago. I had a few Jack and waters on the plane, so I was already a little tipsy when we landed. I went to the rental car kiosk, but the clerk smelled the alcohol on my breath and refused to give me a car. No big deal really, because I went outside and hailed a cab.

The cabbie, with a jovial Russian accent, asked me if I liked to have fun. I had a few days before the rest of the crew was scheduled to show up, so I figured what the hell, might as well get into a little trouble. I told him I did. He asked me what kind of girls I liked. I told him the bigger the breasts the better. He said he had the perfect girl for me and we could pick her up right then from the hotel.

He made a call and when we pulled up she was outside waiting. My god. She was about six foot, long tan legs, beautiful blonde hair, and the biggest, juiciest, real jugs I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing up close. She hopes in the back with me and within thirty seconds, she's all over my dick, jerking me off through my slacks as I squeeze her breasts and kiss her.

A quick aside: being a weatherman, I'm incredibly attractive. Not much in the brains department, but God made up for it with a perfect face and big hard cock. As I later found out, I'm exactly the type of person these criminals target.

The cabbie took us to another hotel, promising more girls, coke, and booze. I thought I'd stumbled into the greatest weekend of my life, which I was vulnerable to believing because my wife had passed away two weeks prior. I guess grief can hypnotize a person because I threw caution out the window and all my chips on the table.

The blonde takes me upstairs to a large, multi-room suite. It's nothing but beautiful women in each room, some pleasuring themselves, others snorting coke, a handful scissoring each other on the big king bed. The blonde pushed me into the middle of them. They ripped my clothes off and started gettin ...


You never give up do you. You are *MULTI* Talented and ater you crash a thread, I need a smoke of feel like I skipped paying some kind of cover charge.
 
2012-06-01 02:42:01 PM  
spentmiles - EW. That is all.
 
2012-06-01 02:43:34 PM  

KellyKellyKelly: TWX: And this, ladies and gentlemen, iswhy he's a TV weatherman instead of something better...

He's not even that anymore. The local Fox affiliate fired him after he did an interview with Playboy about this incident.


He sued AmEx for failing to protect him against fraud. AmEx settled by eating his charges and paying him $100k for damages.
 
2012-06-01 02:45:18 PM  
spentmiles:

Go on.
 
2012-06-01 02:46:07 PM  

spentmiles: She wasn't dressed as sexy anymore, but now wore a nurses outfit


A non-sexy nurse's outfit? This makes me doubt your story.
 
2012-06-01 02:46:22 PM  
Who the hell has a $43,000 limit on their credit card. Oh, American Express. Nevermind. It makes sense now.
 
2012-06-01 02:51:09 PM  

spentmiles: amusing anecdote


This is why you're on the list...
 
2012-06-01 02:51:19 PM  
We shouldn't rush to judgement. John Bolaris has a compelling story to tell us, and we could all learn something from just how it happened. After all, these women literally turned his life on its head. Let's all just take a minute from wherever we are in our busy lives, and let him tell us how he came to believe that he would become a sort of royalty in the town of Miami, despite his humble Philadelphia roots.
 
2012-06-01 02:56:48 PM  
So this weatherman was from West Philledelphia, born and raised. On Fox is where he spent most of his days....He got in ONE little three-way and AmEx got scared...
 
2012-06-01 03:00:24 PM  

jtown: Who the hell has a $43,000 limit on their credit card. Oh, American Express. Nevermind. It makes sense now.


I was up to $75K on a BoA card before the bubble burst.
 
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