Club International August 1989 Magazine ISSN: 0747-0819
TABLE OF CONTENTS
4 TEASE!
holidays in the sun
5 ONE MORE TIME
Justine time again
6 IN THE BAG
letters play
7 FOOT PATROL
deep sole
8 YOU GOTTA BE JOKING!
wise cracks
11 ASSES UP CUM OFF IT!
pull the other one
13 CHARLI
Hollywood humping
20 ASK ANDREA
dressing down
26 WILD HORSES
raunchy ranchers ride ow
29 BEYOND THE PALE
white nights
40 FAST LANE
for d' Ford fans
42 NEXT DOOR WET DREAM
Julianne opens up
52 Seka
downright dirty deeds
54 STEPHANIE STEPS OUT!
Stephanie and Stephanie double up
62 ON THE BOX
the best in blue
64 GOLDEN COOZE
creamer of the crop
66 TALKIN' BLUE
pulsating porn
78 BIG SHOT
bigger is better
90 Natasha
cunt out of control
EDITORIAL NOTE
The CI Editorial Rabble is in a good mood. It is 11 am: the new Guns
'n' Roses release is on the CD player, the coffee is hot, we've all had
a couple of pastrami on ryes and it's bar time in two hours. Nothing
clouds the day: the huge roof garden atop our palatial CI HQ is full of
birds twittering, gently waving cedar trees and my personal collection
of lizards, basking in the sun.
At times like this a thought frequently occurs to me. I need a vacation.
It's true. All this pressure wears you down after a while. It's really
hard having to face all those blonde bombshells, leggy brunettes and
ravishing redheads. If you spend all year doing nothing but meeting
stunningly beautiful women who take their clothes off all the time, you
need a good break. But where can you go at this time of year?
Well, you could go somewhere foreign. But there are problems there.
They're called foreigners. All those anti-American raving revolutionary
sons-of-bitches who wouldn't know a good hamburger
from a prickly pear. You wAnna List? Well, I thought of going to the
following places and came up with these objections:
Mexico: bankrupt, boiling hot, unstable, and why should I go there when
every Mexican I ever heard of wants to come here?
England: a bunch of chinless toffee-noses getting smug about their
rainswept piece of dirt. And a few soccer hooligans. Forget it.
France: piddling, smelly and full of girls who don't shave their
armpits.
The Caribbean: a few people shooting at you while everyone else is
doped out of their heads.
Australia: more sheep than anywhere else in the world, but they all
wear polyester clothes. They also have more words meaning "to vomit"
than any other country on earth.
I've decided to vacation in Columbus, Ohio this year. I have heard that
there are no beautiful women in Columbus, and definitely none who are
going to throw themselves at me and take their clothes off. Maybe
they'll prove me wrong ...
