Where is Dr Wang?

Topic created by Bin Therdunthat
on Fri, 3 Oct 2025 at 20:43

Bin Therdunthat said on Fri, 3 Oct 2025 at 20:43...

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft...

ItsyBitsyTeenyWeeny said on Sat, 4 Oct 2025 at 01:45...

He is sucking dick at a Klan rally.

Guttrunks said on Tue, 14 Oct 2025 at 13:52...

I also wonder what happened to this venerable gentleman. I have a matter of some importance to bring to his attention; a historical revelation that will shake the very foundation cream of academia.

Wang ? said on Tue, 14 Oct 2025 at 21:06...

Where o where is Dr. Wang ???

Dr. Wang said on Wed, 15 Oct 2025 at 04:03...

My dear Baron, you do know precisely how to quicken a man’s pulse.

Pray forgive the unconscionable delay in my activities here. I have only just returned from Africa, where the journey proved most... penetrating. The terrain was quite overgrown — dense, humid, and unrelentingly verdant — and I was obliged to thrust myself forward through the thick underbrush, hacking, sweating, and gasping all the while.

Each day demanded a renewed vigor; each night, an exhaustion most exquisite. One learns much about oneself in such climates — the resilience of one’s body, the pliancy of one’s will, and the curious pleasure that comes from being utterly enveloped by nature.

Only now, having emerged scratched yet strangely satisfied, do I find the strength to write again. Regrettably, I must depart anon, for the Gold Coast calls me back — there to bind myself in wholly indecent matrimony to the young ebony prince.

Dr. Wang said on Wed, 15 Oct 2025 at 04:03...

ItsyBitsyTeenyWeeny, I shall not even dignify your comment by telling you what I've been sucking or what color it was. Only that it was so big I could only fit it half way in my mouth, and had to resort to that thing where you fit what you can and use your hands for the rest.
And my friends at the Jewish Telegraph Agency would like to have a word- archive.fo/yrnGe

Guttrunks said on Wed, 15 Oct 2025 at 15:22...

>Regrettably, I must depart anon

Indeed. So you have no time, but here is a puzzle for you. Who was it who once wore "bright red riding boots with silver spurs", fur coats which would have the envy of Liberace, wore makeup, painted his nails, and had his hair "done" every morning? This individual also appeared in loose fitting "moo moo" type garments, ornate slippers, head adornments, and wore a large quantity of chunky, somewhat vulgar, rings and broaches. He also had a habit of turning up at official gatherings wearing fancy sky blue outfits and carrying a billystick.

Dr. Wang said on Thu, 16 Oct 2025 at 01:37...

That would of course be Forest Whitaker! As fortune would have it, I recently made the acquaintance of one Lumumba Amin, a most genial fellow. In a gesture of extraordinary magnanimity, he pressed upon me a swagger stick - his father’s own, or so he claimed, though I suspect it to be an excellent reproduction fashioned from the remnants of a hotel banister, or bellboy.

Think nothing of the hour, Baron; my departure is inevitable, though not immediate - I leave in a fortnight. Do enlighten me as to this historical revelation. I await your reply upon tenterhooks.

Guttrunks said on Mon, 20 Oct 2025 at 11:33...

Whitaker? Is he a relation of Roger perhaps. I regret the answer to our puzzle is not the gentleman you mention, Cazique.

Dr. Wang said on Tue, 21 Oct 2025 at 03:26...

Sir, I dare not call you mistaken, but I beg to disagree!

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0455590/

My trek back into the heart of darkness commences this Friday.
As I have no doubt made abundantly clear, my prince possesses a beauty so rare and astonishing it verges on the indecent. I struggle to find a delicate manner in which to boast of his… virtuosity in the realm of muscular control. And to think — a virgin, no less! It defies belief. I only wish his swagger stick leaned a touch more towards the modest; alas, one cannot have every delight in proper proportion.

Upon my first arrival, he administered a peculiar draught called 'Flunitrazepam and cough syrup.' I retain not a shred of recollection from these first few days, not even our initial forays into the carnal, though as I clawed my way out of that narcotic haze, I do recall glimpses of my government identification glowing upon his infernal handheld device.

He smokes strange, swollen herbal cigarettes — “blunts,” I am told — and rolls nine of these with deft and precision each morning. The ensuing days were spent entombed in an automobile, hot-boxed to the brink of hallucination, while he and the driver shared open containers of Hennessey and grape “lean.”. Police blockades take no notice of this, but they do charge extra for having a Caucasian gentleman in the back seat.

I am now one hundred and fifty thousand dollars lighter — three quarters of my life’s savings — and whether his grand tales hold truth or invention, I care not, nor ever did.

Yours, with warmest regards