GammaGlobulin

Is punning completely beyond the ken of the Farang Pub, as we once knew it?

But, are they able to read books written by the Brontë sisters?

By your reasoning, a Thai urologist needs only a long catheter. I think that this reasoning is not sound. But, the question is... Do you understand the pun? And, do you understand the pain?

As old as I am, I have never had the privilege to sleep with a black woman, same as you, unfortunately. This, of course, is not due to any disinclination on my part for a bit of miscegination on Christmas Eve. Maybe Santa is real. If Santa is real, then my wish is to have a white Christmas in Thailand with a black girl sleeping beside me this Christmas morning, and the darker the better. I'm talking Conrad's Heart-Of-Darkness dark. I'm taking Marlon Brando kind of dark. What I am saying, really, is that I am just getting bored with always seeing Christmas Eve through the limited lens of Frank Capra productions... Sometimes, NICE just gets to be too boring. Sometimes, a Bad Santa is the very thing we most long for. Fortunately, this year, I have not been exposed to even one Christmas tune.... Such as Jingle Balls, Jingle Balls. The strange thing is that my Asian friends who think they know me think that I enjoy Christmas. They wish me a Merry Christmas. In truth, I hate this Christmas holiday. Thank Goodness, in many places in Asia, nobody gives a twit about Christmas. So, then, Jingle Balls, Jingle Balls, Jingle your Balls, this Christmas Eve. And tee up your balls, tomorrow, too, instead of spreading useless gifts under the tree. All I have to say is that... No matter how freaking silly the game of golf might be, STILL, the game of placing presents under the tree is dumber. In fact, I would not be surprised if this whole idea of Christmas trees and Christmas gift-giving has become a complete perversion of the Christmas holiday. So, anyway, Dear Santa... What I wish for, on Christmas Day, is a black woman sleeping beside me. I want some very BLACK version of Annie Hall beside me, tomorrow, Christmas Day.

If you have decided, My Son, that you're gonna be naughty, one more time, or even two more times, this Christmas Eve, then you may have to pay the price on Christmas Day. Let your conscience be your guide. If you choose to play with those dressed up as Santa's Elves this Christmas Night, then don't be surprised if you wind up paying double. Ho, Ho, Ho...

I hope that you didn't think that you would shock me with your music. I just finished reading, once again, "The <deleted> of the "Narcissus"".

It may be, maybe. If one smokes too much weed, then MAY BE and MAYBE may become indistinguishable for some.

Pardon your "Frensh", I guess.

Dear Friends, It's always better to be nice, at least for me. When I am nice, then people are nice to me, Even though, no matter how nice I might try to be, Nobody ever respects me. But, I am more interested in the tales of the naughty people amongst us on this forum. This year, do you wish that you might have been as naughty as SBF? Probably, you would not wish to be THAT naughty, naughty enough to land you back in your parents' home; I mean, when one is almost 30, who wants to be in an ankle bracelet living at home, again? So, specifically: Would you please tell Santa just how naughty you have been during this past year? Because, if you confess, then Santa may not be compelled to put coal in your stocking...IF...you confess your sins and transgressions during this past year. Otherwise, then you can be sure that, if you do not confess, here and now, you may end up with nothing more than anthracite, and plenty of it. Everybody loves a sinner who confesses! Here is your chance to confess to the people who truly care about you on this forum. You go first. What sins have you committed this year? Best regards, Gamma Note: While mulling over your sins during the past twelve months, if you have not already done so during the past twelve days of Christmas.... Here is a tune for you... This is a very non-racist tune which might get your juices flowing...La-la-la.... Good One, Donny! Dig it......

Even if one were to be able to to understand the likes of Sammy Bankman-Thief, how would this understanding lessen the suffering he caused to millions?

In reply to the OP's question: How important might it be, comparatively, for a urologist to speak proper English?, compared to a phylollogist? The answer is obvious.

Promise them anything. Pay them in FTX TOKENS.

All is possible in this wonderful Wonderland we once knew as the Farang Pub.

As you may have guessed by now, I am not a stickler for proper spelling, though I do enjoy punning.

Being anybody's token, for long, is rarely enjoyable.

Everybody already knows what you just found out. Beethoven was a scoundrel, too. Some say that Herbert Von Karajan was a member of the Nazi Party. Need we mention Wagner? Are you saying that the Jews should stop listening to Wagner? Or, are you saying that we do not know that Carrol was probably a pedophile? Out with it, Man!

Hamilton Books is the publisher. The author's surname begins with the letter J. Now, you have all the information needed to find this book.

The towels in the locker room are always new and extra fluffy. There is a sauna. But there is no massage Photos were taken around 2005, as you can tell from the model year of the white automobile. I sold both condos at Agile in 2013 and 2014. No point in hanging around China after the new Emperor came to power. The writing was on the wall. I have no idea what Agile looks like now. Many of the owners and golfers at Agile were from Hong Kong. Food at the clubhouse was OK. Almost ZERO farang there, initially. Very luxurious inside the gates of Agile. But outside the gates, typical commie squalor. Without freedom even living in luxury soon becomes a bummer. And, even the rulers of China have become prisoners of the world they have created. Thankfully, the CCP still has Musk on their side. Musk has become the CCP's Token White Man. Someday, Musk will learn a great lesson.

Worth every penny!

Here are a few. Waynesbarrow just can't compete with Agile in Zhongshan...

You must be joking. These days, having a serious discussion about the REAL world seems to be the very last thing that the majority wish to have. Chomsky, at MIT, tried to have an intelligent conversation with the world, beginning back in 1968. The result was that most people rejected and ridiculed him. James Hansen was ridiculed for attempting to hold a discussion in the 1980s. Jack Nicholson said it best. You want the truth? You can't HANDLE the truth.

Yes. There really ought to be a name for the newly rich who treat others like dirt. I think the French have a word for it. I don't mind the game of golf, per se, however I detest the status baggage that accompanys it, in Asia, particularly. Also, I don't like assenine, rediculously-colored golfing attire. If I could go back to the year 1970, at Waynesbarrow, then I would tee off in nothing but a jockstrap and yell fore! Also, I would make it a rule that all clubs be made of hickory. In addition, I would remove all ball washers from the course. I used to hate it while watching men so meticulously wash their balls at every tee.

C8H8 I just wonder if they know much about polymerization.

Even worse, is when one is too thin yet perceives oneself as too fat. Maybe this is why Jack Sprat could eat no fat.

Oakmont sounds very familiar. Or, maybe I am thinking of St. Davids. The reason I don't like Waynesboro is that I can never remember how to spell its name. Also, in 1970, the club was full of new-rich types, prancing about. Watching new-rich duffers on a newly established golf course is like watching dogs shoot snooker ... One doesn't know whether to laugh or cringe. Oh, by the way... What do you think about the Agile course in Zhongshan? Take the ferry from HK to Zhongshan, and it once was paradise before Xi's time. Maybe I'll upload a few photos.