Prubangboy

Time to read a book that will really help you, clarity-wise: Maybe They're Just Not That Into You.

Skipping right to the end of this no doubt pedantic snooze-fest to share that I was indeed whacked with a 3,000 baht fine for lighting up in a hotel room. 'Won't name the venue due to Thai getting sued madness. Their business, their biz. Fair enough. I peeled off the notes and apologized. Said the desk clerk, "normally we have to threaten to call the police". I asked if that ever actually happened. She shook her head. But at least she had a single scalp to brag to her boss about. Or maybe I just bought the staff a seafood fiesta that night.

I have had the privilege of watching a couple. 'Learned a thing or two. Too right, not for this short-bus venue.

With due respect, you're butt hurt that I laughed at you in the other thread and are now reduced to humping my disinterested leg like a golden retriever. Why can't you be the kind of retard who's in the special olympics of something? No one like a grouchy retard.

Comedy now is terrible. It's like, "I'm a Korean Lesbian. Let's beat that straight into the ground and milk every last paltry aspect of that to death". Funniness requires a bit of mean-ness. And whether you're on the left or the right, people are just too sissy-sensitive. I see this here every day of the week.

In a sense, Richard Pryor was lucky to die early. If anyone deserves the title of GodFather, it's him. But he was already edging into family comedy films and cutting back on the number of MF's per act. You start out a bomb thrower and end up as a brand.

Problem: When you get older, you get less funny. Bill Maher is the worst and most obvious example of this I can think of. Chris Rock -a god to me- should have retired 2 Netflix special's ago. Chappele and Ricky Gervais are edging into this category. Brit Jimmy Carr still seems to be dodging this bullet. 'Saw him in Bangkok a decade ago. He killed, and dragged many a whoremonger straight through the mud -to the delight of all.

Love Mark Weins food video's even tho I find him a bit unbearable to watch with his eye-popping oohing and ahhing about every bite. But he has the deets. Just went out to his reviewed place in the Mararekash Night Market and it was truly 5* at 3* prices. And of course, the restaurant owner never heard of Mark Weins. His chicken and cashews recco in Ubon (his wife is from Issan) had me going back twice. One for the Red Piller/manosphere types: The irrepressible Sh0eonhead. She shovels it back hard against both the feminazi's And the bro's with great wit and empathy. I never don't laugh out loud. The only internet person to ever coax a fiver out of me for her Patron account. In a similar vein, the Dating Delusions channel, in which super-unrealistic (means: fat) women's dating profiles are disected with fierce scorn is a frequent dinner time watch for me and my wife. It does get repetitive after you watch a couple of dozen, tho. For a more brutal and black-oriented variation, the epic work of Kevin Samuels is peak Red Pill. In the Manosphere, when people talk about The Godfather, there's absolutely no doubt about who's being referenced. He requires a little patience, but his slow cornering of uneducated single moms demanding millionaire boyfriends is a joy to behold. Aba and Preach also cover this ground. A bit too much padding in the reaction parts, but likewise ruthlessly funny. Used to love Bill Maher, but any non-supporter of Biden is now off my list for all time. His cranky fake contrarian bit got old. He was my hero, now he's an example of why I'm embarrassed to be a Boomer.

"I'm a racist dimwit who does a job that literally, a monkey could be trained to do better".

I'm an affluent white male. So basically the absolute apex of the pyramid. As is practically everyone here. Even if they were broke in the west, they're Mick Jagger without the headaches here. Please give your pretend-support to your Filipino co-floor moppers whom you so racist-ly disparage. That really turned me off you for good.

Agreed. Captain Morgan is actually a big step down from Bacardi. Spiced rum is always terrible. Phraya, the local upsell option is good, but hardly worth 900 baht, and that goes double for the 1,500 baht version. We like Havana Club 7 year old brown (900 baht at Rimping). There's a no-name brand called simply Guyana Rum with a ship on the label for 700 baht (70 ml) available at a single store in Nimman, and it's very smooth indeed. If Bob ever makes it to Chiang Mai, I'd love to kill a bottle of it with him.

I have been sipping Havana Club Rum (Blue Label, $45) here in Morocco, in direct violation of Ramadan rules. So we're drinking in our room. If Bob found 200 baht Pad Thai well, well beyond the pale, how much will pricey rum rock his world? Bob, do you ever enjoy premium spirits, and if someone else were paying, what would you have? Rum and Coke (just a splash) is the most irresistible of mixers. Bob, what possesses you to pour Coke in Whiskey and what hobo swill do you normally do this with?

I no longer engage with TrumpTrash except to mock them. And that mini-urge is on a steep fade. The greatest poster of all time here, ThaiBeachLover, is the reason why. Maybe I'll get into it, maybe I won't. But a lightweight you aint fit to kiss his you know what.

You inexplicably seem to think that that is a bad thing. Who hurt you?

1) She just flat out got sick of me. At one point, while I was railing her (which proceeded a 2 year drought, then the end), she actually said, "please finish" -shades of Soi Bukow. 2) Contact? Again? That's gonna be a hard no from me, Dawg. I had Facebook for about an hour and a half. 4 old GF's crawled right out of the woodwork. So, that was the end of Facebook for me. For all time. 3) When you get divorced AND leave the hemisphere, the "adult age" children would have to try hard to remember you to forgive you. 4) See above. They knew what was up when another boyfriend soon moved in after my ultra-tactful exit. Or maybe they didn't. Here's a quarter, call someone who cares. 5) Uh, no. She thinks I'm dead. Funny story as to how I set that up. This GG post is even more mega-cringe then the ones where he goes on and on (and on) about his brief chat with the guy who's selling dog-eared Tom Clancy's in a bookstore in Pattaya. Assuming that long-suffering book store guy actually exists and that torturous chat happened, I feel bad for that guy. I hope someday I can love a woman as much as this mope loved that guy.

Uh-huh. Gotta be 12+ very satisfying meals for me there over the years. Very amusing older Thai women staff who are very fluent in hummus-ology. That whole alley is good; a 4* Indian outdoors place is right across from it. And the Chabad Israeli community house restaurant around the corner for hummus-comparison purposes. Burger King is on the same corner for the likes of you-know-who. Used book-wise, KSR is a shadow of years gone by. But I picked up 5 Gammaglobule-level modern novels and 4 useful, regional old Lonely Planets last year with change back from 2,000 baht. I bought a large art book about the Bon (animist) religion of Tibet for 500 baht. That's a $300 book on Amazon. Also: easy access to the very convenient ferry and the strip of modern fusion-ish Thai restaurants adjacent to it, a few of which are recco'd in The Time Out Guide. That whole area is turning into a restaurant row. Tourist $$$ and middle class Thai people add up to creative dining options. 5 minutes in a cab brings you to various historic buildings, forts, royal homes, major museums, top 10 Wats, and the canal boat. You gotta be a saddo, drunken, Johnny No-mates desolutely staring into the bottom of a Chang Beer glass to have a bad time there. Does any specific name fitting that bill come readily to mind?

I mostly post there to laugh at angsty, cancel culture poseur crybabies huffily complaining that this 100%-free, small potato's pleasure is not a 100% to their liking at all times. And then to hear Patience of Job-MikeLister politely tell them to go and pound sand. And also if I have a borderline joke that's not fit for a family audience, but still needs to be set free in the internet ether.

Why can't you use the brains that god gave you (albeit in limited supply) and enjoy the surprisingly good dining options there? -The Israeli place down an alley around the corner. As good as I've had in New York. -The historic, very solid Indian restaurant with beautiful old wood paneling in the middle of the block (up a flight of stairs). -That whole Japanese-oriented street two blocks way, teeming with izakaya's. -The legendary old-style Thai restaurant just outside by the monument that both Anthony Bourdain AND Mark Wiens went to. -The tourist restaurants on the main drag that ALL deliver good value for the money due to cut throat competition. -The legendary seafood night market by the canal that you could practically hop on one foot to. -The Lonely Planet-famous roti-place 2 blocks away. -Finally: The crocodile meat vendor on the main drag. I had crocodile in Siem Reap that was half, the portion, half the quality, and twice the price. Of all the stuff that "just tastes like chicken", crocodile is the best. Face it Bob, you're a lazy sod who's not fit to kiss the you-know-what of this great land.

Def. not to mention clearer skies and star-viewing in the Sahara than I have ever seen. But future note to self: always check the weather. It's so cold here at this time of year that I have been living (and sometimes sleeping) in the single sweater I brought "just in case". No Central Department Store here to pop into and upgrade your wardrobe. It's either buy a traditional djellaba man-dress or nothin'. Djellaba's only comes in sizes small and x-small. Plug adapter for my laptop (again, due to slack pre-trip planning) was a 2 day search and a dozen phone calls. This place makes Roi Et seem like Oxford Street. Still a great trip. You can stay in a 5* traditional hotel (called a riad), packed with antiques and elaborate tiling, for $40. The natural sights of the dessert are at The Grand Canyon level.

More like Chinese food tastes better in New York to a tourist palate than in China. Real Moroccan food - you wouldn't love it.

Def. I made a ton of Tajines during covid and ordered up variations of Ras En Hanoute and other spice blends from Amazon. On the ground here, nowhere to be seen. It's not really a restaurant culture. Everyone eats their bland food at home. They're even light on salt. Sometimes a light dusting of cinnimon on a orange slice. That's it. The famous harissa chili paste has been spotted once. I see lots of cheap saffron in the market, but have yet to encounter it at dinner. Couscous is always on the soggy side. Veg is cooked to death. Meat is tough. It's like a North African version of your high school cafeteria. Lovely bread, fantastic olives, giant, tasty oranges. I've been eating spaghetti bolognaise whenever I see it on the menu (about every other day). Additional fun fact: The famous Tajine pot adds exactly nothing to the cooking process. A dutch oven works the same. Google will verify.

I'm usually in my beloved Nimman top floor condo in Chiang Mai, but I'm currently deep in the Sahara in Morocco. As long as I'm here in this moribund thread, a travel report: Morocco is not at all hassle-central as advertised. Deep muslim-style hospitality and even the (occasional) refusal of a tip, The food is very mono and spice free, but broadly meditaranian. It would help to like mint tea. They've seen enough whities to offer a sugar-free option. The wifi is a bit spotty after the camel ride (we took a 4X4), but the local Gnawi musicians could (and do) grace any concert stage in the world. Price-wise, call it a third off Spain. Maybe better done on a tour due to the daunting travel logistics of going into the desert. No sex on offer in Islam-land. Trick here and suffer an honor-killing fate. The joke, "You alway here about Is-lam, but you never hear about 'Er-lamb" went down a storm with the locals. (Credit to the Trink-like genius, Bernard Manning).

Concerning the spot the orgasm question, I noticed that my wife's toes tend to clenched inward when I was doing my railing duty and took it as proof. But then she told me: "You forgot to let me take my pantyhose off"

If half the relationships in the west break up too, why not roll the dice with Noi from the rice paddy?

The Hong Kong Lucky restaurant on the top floor of Maya Lifestyle Mall has flawless Hong Kong-style hanging meats. I'm not a pork eater, but have their 5* duck noodles about every other week.