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  • did you look at the pictures attached?

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We have a two joint account it’s a pain, one for mortgage and bills the other for daily spend.
The problem I have is the wife just spends, I’ve tried talking to her even the government spend app but she cannot be bothered. Three times she has drained the account down to overdraft from a health amount.
She’s does it due to mental health issues.
 
Never put all your eggs into one basket.. both of you should have another account. You can transfer your splurge money into that account and do as you like with it. For instance you both agree you have $300 a month discretionary expenses for gifts, drinks with friends etc and then thats your own account and you can do what you want with the money no questions asked. Maybe even open it with another financial institution so your financial planner doesn't need to know either. We all deserve to have some fun and you don't want to be judging eachother for how much you spend on unnecessary purchases..
 
Never put all your eggs into one basket.. both of you should have another account. You can transfer your splurge money into that account and do as you like with it. For instance you both agree you have $300 a month discretionary expenses for gifts, drinks with friends etc and then thats your own account and you can do what you want with the money no questions asked. Maybe even open it with another financial institution so your financial planner doesn't need to know either. We all deserve to have some fun and you don't want to be judging eachother for how much you spend on unnecessary purchases..
I agree. This is a good idea. Up front.
 
You should be able to do a pay split via your work ... get a certain amount each pay in a different account ... just enough not to be noticed ... even better if you have a review coming up so you can say you only got a small amount and put the rest away... that's the way I got it started and nothing to be noticeable by the missus as the main bank account still went up... just not as much..
 
Oh additional... you need to keep spending it or the tax man will flag the interest as income... hard to explain if that happens... so cash out often and keep safe...;)
 
One way is to get a pre-pay credit card. Load it up before your accts are joined and then you can draw it when you like. I use them when i am travelling (well when we used to be able to do that).
 
Hello everyone..

I don't know if anyone has been in a similar situation but a bit of advice will be wonderful.



Likome,
This is the Frenchman

Look like your finances are not that good, Joint bank account I do not recommend?
But of you get pushed into that

Pre-Paid credit card has been suggested and I agree , If the money is not there you can not take the punt.
Tread carefully our new friend, don't get caught, and maybe start with the lower priced girls until you see an expensive one that is totally irresistible.
Walk before you run Buddy
PS you are not scum because you enjoy a good root every now and the mate
 
Thanks so much for all the advice guys! Will definitely look into all suggestions!


All Good Likome

Just remember if it's not on, it's not on (Condom)
Worst thing you could take home as an unexpected gift is an STI
(they seem to create havoc much trouble and many fucken questions)
Happy Punting

The Frenchman
Maybe I should work at Relationships Australia
 
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OK folks,

So what was your weirdest punt of all time? The one that had you shaking your head and wondering what just happened.

Mine was quite a number of years ago; a business trip to Beijing. Had heard on good authority that one could get a good massage in the health club in the basement of the hotel I was staying at in Chaoyangmen. So off I goes to said club to request said services. Male or Female asks the receptionist? Er... female preferably says I. OK but massage first OK? OK. All arranged. Must keep up appareances especially in certain strict countries. I'm directed into the change rooms where I'm greeted by the first massuer (a huge bloke who could fill in for at least two of the three front row rugby positions) and his (somewhat skinny) assistant. I'm assigned a locker and asked to change, which I do being watched the whole time by both of them.... well ok then. He and his assitant then proceed to watch me strip to the birthday suit and put my stuff in my locker. Very .... different. I grab a towel to protect my modesty, and am directed to the massage room and lie down with towel in over the butt.

Whip! Off comes the towel! Apparently "not required"... OK.. feeling somewhat... vulnerable... towel disappears with the assistant... Hmm..

There begins a massage that would make King Kong tear up - this guy had thumbs like iron. About 20 mins in, and after numerous requests to leave at least some muscle attached to bone, he leans down and asks "Salt?"

Er..what?! I look up to see him holding a bottle of sea salt, clearly for some kind of exfoliating scrub. Er... OK go for it. Big mistake; being scrubbed with sea salt by a 300 pound gorilla is like being flayed - more like skin removal than exfoliation!

I'm then asked to turn over. I ask for some kind of towel to cover up. Mr Gorilla looks at me strangely again and brings one back - a face washer!

Well thanks mate - that will go far!

So I'm lying there with a tiny face washer covering my modesty and having my skin removed with sea salt. Then the experience gets even worse.

Mr Gorilla reaches down, grabs my scrote, slaps some salt on my taint and make like he's going to exfoliate! I sit bolt upright with "Fark! ah OK that will do - I think we're finished yeah?" He shrugs and hands me a towel to move to room two. By this time I'm feeling more than a little .... violated... not to mention salty. Luckily in room two is a lovely lady who tells me she's from Yunnan and happily tries to make me forget the previous 30 minutes... to no avail. I stumble back to my room, skin red raw and feeling like a freshly pickle herring, to sit and stare at the curtains, thinking perhaps I should be sitting in the shower listening to the theme song from the Crying Game.

To this day I am still haunted by the memory of a huge face inches from mine asking "SALT?"
 
There is a distillery in East Perth called Whipper Snapper you can have a tour and a tasting afterwards.
Strangely the cost of purchasing a bottle is more expensive at the distillery and cheaper at Dan Murphy's, go figure.
 
Never put all your eggs into one basket.. both of you should have another account. You can transfer your splurge money into that account and do as you like with it. For instance you both agree you have $300 a month discretionary expenses for gifts, drinks with friends etc and then thats your own account and you can do what you want with the money no questions asked. Maybe even open it with another financial institution so your financial planner doesn't need to know either. We all deserve to have some fun and you don't want to be judging eachother for how much you spend on unnecessary purchases..

Amelia is right on the money here.

Also just spend $20 and buy the barefoot invertors book. Yes I know it's been beaten to death but honestly, there's good principles in there to organise your own money and not have a third party do it for you while you pay them a large fee.
 
Mixed things I heard - some say good/rude/drugs etc
Several name changes - Flossy/Summer83/BubbleSensation/Summer Bliss etc





best approach is to keep words to a minimum, nod your head and smile when she starts one of her rants then she’ll shut up. Once you got your dick out all is good.
 
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Mine was in KL on a work trip... I did my research as to where the "spa's" where and ventured out via taxi to the main drag so to speak.. get out and start walking .. just looks like shops .. lots of family's around.. slightly confused until the you guy comes up and says "you want girl" loudly.. I nodded in a sheepish way while he yells across the street to someone else...

So this large guy comes up and says follow me... sure why not.. the thrill of the find and all that... we go down the street into a shop.. through the back ... into a locked storeroom .. through another shop.. out into the alley (after lots of telling about keys) down the way and around the corner and we are at the spa... I am lost....

We go in to a room ... he says beer .. I say sure... beer comes with 3 other guys... cash up front for beer.. dammit already losing funds... anyway more yelling and 15 girls walk in... how much I ask.. you choose he says... no pressure.. not... anyway picked one with nice smile and then... ducked up good...

So I had all the cash in one pocket and had to get it out as one... when asked how much he said 200 which I peeled off and handed to him ... but he took it and said more for girl. . And room... and shower.. suddenly all my money is gone...

Girl takes me out back... it's a tiny room with curtains for wall and a shower to kneel in... did the deed .. wasn't bad but not good either... did a facial much to her disgust...

Got dressed... escorted out by magical appearing man... no money to get back to hotel ... everything shut so start walking... about an hour later find another hotel and end up paying extra for a hotel car that also escorted me to my room to get the cash...

All in full on learning experience... but did more research the next day and found a great place that looks after you... just don't touch the girls anal region... :D
 
There is a distillery in East Perth called Whipper Snapper you can have a tour and a tasting afterwards.
Strangely the cost of purchasing a bottle is more expensive at the distillery and cheaper at Dan Murphy's, go figure.
That would be Dan Murphy's doing their thing of arguing about price in quantity, and then cutting the margin to increase their throughput. Give the business was bought from am infamous tax dodger, not surprised they do shitty things like that.
 
Just a side question… Ive heard of scottish whiskey but is there aussie whiskey? I don’t know much about whiskey btw.
Depending on the style of whisky you enjoy.....
Whipper Snapper in East Perth mostly make an American style (bourbon) spirit.
Limeburners can be absurdly expensive to get the quality stuff, making a single malt style whisky, but also make Rye of the Tiger, and Tigersnake (American style spirits)
Tasmania has about 50 whisky producers.
Starward from Melb is one of the most affordable.
Blackgate in NSW makes amazing whisky and rum.
Craft works distillery, and riverbourne are also release crackers.
 
Blackgate in NSW makes amazing whisky and rum.
Craft works distillery, and riverbourne are also release crackers.

Agree regarding Blackgate rum and their whiskies.

Bakery Hill and Cowora have some good whiskies but again, they're mainly over $100 but you can get some Cowora smaller sizes bottles (200ml) for about $70. Bakery Hill also sell sample packs of smaller bottles for well under $100.
 
OK folks,

So what was your weirdest punt of all time? The one that had you shaking your head and wondering what just happened.

Mine was quite a number of years ago; a business trip to Beijing. Had heard on good authority that one could get a good massage in the health club in the basement of the hotel I was staying at in Chaoyangmen. So off I goes to said club to request said services. Male or Female asks the receptionist? Er... female preferably says I. OK but massage first OK? OK. All arranged. Must keep up appareances especially in certain strict countries. I'm directed into the change rooms where I'm greeted by the first massuer (a huge bloke who could fill in for at least two of the three front row rugby positions) and his (somewhat skinny) assistant. I'm assigned a locker and asked to change, which I do being watched the whole time by both of them.... well ok then. He and his assitant then proceed to watch me strip to the birthday suit and put my stuff in my locker. Very .... different. I grab a towel to protect my modesty, and am directed to the massage room and lie down with towel in over the butt.

Whip! Off comes the towel! Apparently "not required"... OK.. feeling somewhat... vulnerable... towel disappears with the assistant... Hmm..

There begins a massage that would make King Kong tear up - this guy had thumbs like iron. About 20 mins in, and after numerous requests to leave at least some muscle attached to bone, he leans down and asks "Salt?"

Er..what?! I look up to see him holding a bottle of sea salt, clearly for some kind of exfoliating scrub. Er... OK go for it. Big mistake; being scrubbed with sea salt by a 300 pound gorilla is like being flayed - more like skin removal than exfoliation!

I'm then asked to turn over. I ask for some kind of towel to cover up. Mr Gorilla looks at me strangely again and brings one back - a face washer!

Well thanks mate - that will go far!

So I'm lying there with a tiny face washer covering my modesty and having my skin removed with sea salt. Then the experience gets even worse.

Mr Gorilla reaches down, grabs my scrote, slaps some salt on my taint and make like he's going to exfoliate! I sit bolt upright with "Fark! ah OK that will do - I think we're finished yeah?" He shrugs and hands me a towel to move to room two. By this time I'm feeling more than a little .... violated... not to mention salty. Luckily in room two is a lovely lady who tells me she's from Yunnan and happily tries to make me forget the previous 30 minutes... to no avail. I stumble back to my room, skin red raw and feeling like a freshly pickle herring, to sit and stare at the curtains, thinking perhaps I should be sitting in the shower listening to the theme song from the Crying Game.

To this day I am still haunted by the memory of a huge face inches from mine asking "SALT?"


Similar massage experience in Shenzhen, great facility, naked with the guys, full body salt scrub. He shows me how much skin he removed. Then a sensational massage by a gorgeous young thing. No extras, but certainly an experience. I just 'went with the flow' so got my taint scrubbed.
The strangest thing is having only limited Mandarin, but still understanding how much tips you should leave :) They didn't rip me off, except for the first three layers of skin off my whole body. Even scrubbed my member. Nothing sexual or sensual about the process, but nudity in that setting is just not something to be shy about . apparently. Total cost for 2 hour experience was around $50 including tips.
 
OK folks,

So what was your weirdest punt of all time? The one that had you shaking your head and wondering what just happened.

Mine was quite a number of years ago; a business trip to Beijing. Had heard on good authority that one could get a good massage in the health club in the basement of the hotel I was staying at in Chaoyangmen. So off I goes to said club to request said services. Male or Female asks the receptionist? Er... female preferably says I. OK but massage first OK? OK. All arranged. Must keep up appareances especially in certain strict countries. I'm directed into the change rooms where I'm greeted by the first massuer (a huge bloke who could fill in for at least two of the three front row rugby positions) and his (somewhat skinny) assistant. I'm assigned a locker and asked to change, which I do being watched the whole time by both of them.... well ok then. He and his assitant then proceed to watch me strip to the birthday suit and put my stuff in my locker. Very .... different. I grab a towel to protect my modesty, and am directed to the massage room and lie down with towel in over the butt.

Whip! Off comes the towel! Apparently "not required"... OK.. feeling somewhat... vulnerable... towel disappears with the assistant... Hmm..

There begins a massage that would make King Kong tear up - this guy had thumbs like iron. About 20 mins in, and after numerous requests to leave at least some muscle attached to bone, he leans down and asks "Salt?"

Er..what?! I look up to see him holding a bottle of sea salt, clearly for some kind of exfoliating scrub. Er... OK go for it. Big mistake; being scrubbed with sea salt by a 300 pound gorilla is like being flayed - more like skin removal than exfoliation!

I'm then asked to turn over. I ask for some kind of towel to cover up. Mr Gorilla looks at me strangely again and brings one back - a face washer!

Well thanks mate - that will go far!

So I'm lying there with a tiny face washer covering my modesty and having my skin removed with sea salt. Then the experience gets even worse.

Mr Gorilla reaches down, grabs my scrote, slaps some salt on my taint and make like he's going to exfoliate! I sit bolt upright with "Fark! ah OK that will do - I think we're finished yeah?" He shrugs and hands me a towel to move to room two. By this time I'm feeling more than a little .... violated... not to mention salty. Luckily in room two is a lovely lady who tells me she's from Yunnan and happily tries to make me forget the previous 30 minutes... to no avail. I stumble back to my room, skin red raw and feeling like a freshly pickle herring, to sit and stare at the curtains, thinking perhaps I should be sitting in the shower listening to the theme song from the Crying Game.

To this day I am still haunted by the memory of a huge face inches from mine asking "SALT?"
I've had a couple of odd experiences over the years, the crazy Thai lady that Big Mick encountered was certainly up there but she was batshit crazy so the blame is on me for that one. A weird spooky one was qhen I was living in Brisbane around 2013. I think it was called Star Massage in the CBD. I had been once before and it was pretty standard R'n'T with decent standard of massage.
I walked in and no-one at the front desk. Waited a bit then called out and rang the little bell. Still no-one. I figured everyone is busy l will get going. I stand up and almost walk straight into a tall skinny Chinese girl. Very pretty but clothed in a full length dress eg could not see her feet and long sleeves basically can see her hands and face. The dress is quite figure hugging and her facw was beautiful. She didn't say anything just gave me a follow me gesture.
I told her what I wanted she never said anything just gestured to the room, the shelf for clothes and for me to lie on the massage table. I said 1 hour please but thought I would see about extras when the time came.
She never said a word for the hour. The massage was excellent in the Chinese prodding style and later with the oil technique. It suddenly became very sensual towards the end and then on the flip I expected the usual questions but nothing. She just put a small towel over my eyes then proceeded to give me an amazing HJ. At one stage it felt like a blowjob with some awesome oil two hand squeeze technique she had. Needless to say I shot off like a rocket.
She cleaned me up, still silent and made the gesture for drink. She left and came back with tea and water. I went to get my wallet but she just left the room. I got dressed and waited for a bit, no sign of her. I eventually went back out to the main reception where there was another young Asian woman in shorts and T shirt. I waited for a little bit and then asked her where her colleague was. I didn't get a name so I just deacribed her outfit.
Blank look, no one by that description. WTF I thought, she must've changed clothes. The new girl calls the only other 2 girls working therw. Neither of them are my girl, they are both in shorts and tank tops. Blank looks all round.
They go back to their customer and dInner respectively.
The desk lady just shrugs like "don't know what to tell you buddy" and goes back to her phone. At this stage I have not given anyone any money. I am very confused, did I drop some acid by accident, WTF. I go outside and no-one is around other than some local Brisbanites heading home. I stand around for a while but nothing. I head off wondering if R'n'T joints have ghosts?
 
Agree regarding Blackgate rum and their whiskies.

Bakery Hill and Cowora have some good whiskies but again, they're mainly over $100 but you can get some Cowora smaller sizes bottles (200ml) for about $70. Bakery Hill also sell sample packs of smaller bottles for well under $100.

One of the whisky groups on Facebook just opened tickets to a Japanese food and whisky night. $50 entry, and about 40 drams to choose from at $10 pours. Don't think any are at bars for under 15, some are over 50/pour at bars
 
Depending on the style of whisky you enjoy.....
Whipper Snapper in East Perth mostly make an American style (bourbon) spirit.
Limeburners can be absurdly expensive to get the quality stuff, making a single malt style whisky, but also make Rye of the Tiger, and Tigersnake (American style spirits)
Tasmania has about 50 whisky producers.
Starward from Melb is one of the most affordable.
Blackgate in NSW makes amazing whisky and rum.
Craft works distillery, and riverbourne are also release crackers.
Limeburners pricing makes your eyes water like a cheap whisky. Tasmanian stuff I've tried has all been pretty good.
 
I've had a couple of odd experiences over the years, the crazy Thai lady that Big Mick encountered was certainly up there but she was batshit crazy so the blame is on me for that one. A weird spooky one was qhen I was living in Brisbane around 2013. I think it was called Star Massage in the CBD. I had been once before and it was pretty standard R'n'T with decent standard of massage.
I walked in and no-one at the front desk. Waited a bit then called out and rang the little bell. Still no-one. I figured everyone is busy l will get going. I stand up and almost walk straight into a tall skinny Chinese girl. Very pretty but clothed in a full length dress eg could not see her feet and long sleeves basically can see her hands and face. The dress is quite figure hugging and her facw was beautiful. She didn't say anything just gave me a follow me gesture.
I told her what I wanted she never said anything just gestured to the room, the shelf for clothes and for me to lie on the massage table. I said 1 hour please but thought I would see about extras when the time came.
She never said a word for the hour. The massage was excellent in the Chinese prodding style and later with the oil technique. It suddenly became very sensual towards the end and then on the flip I expected the usual questions but nothing. She just put a small towel over my eyes then proceeded to give me an amazing HJ. At one stage it felt like a blowjob with some awesome oil two hand squeeze technique she had. Needless to say I shot off like a rocket.
She cleaned me up, still silent and made the gesture for drink. She left and came back with tea and water. I went to get my wallet but she just left the room. I got dressed and waited for a bit, no sign of her. I eventually went back out to the main reception where there was another young Asian woman in shorts and T shirt. I waited for a little bit and then asked her where her colleague was. I didn't get a name so I just deacribed her outfit.
Blank look, no one by that description. WTF I thought, she must've changed clothes. The new girl calls the only other 2 girls working therw. Neither of them are my girl, they are both in shorts and tank tops. Blank looks all round.
They go back to their customer and dInner respectively.
The desk lady just shrugs like "don't know what to tell you buddy" and goes back to her phone. At this stage I have not given anyone any money. I am very confused, did I drop some acid by accident, WTF. I go outside and no-one is around other than some local Brisbanites heading home. I stand around for a while but nothing. I head off wondering if R'n'T joints have ghosts?
I have spent a fair bit of time in Queensland for work and the whole punting scene is just weird. Everything seems to be very secretive. Even punting websites talk in code.
 
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