Prubangboy

-Boomer racism alert.

Are you saying Bob is 'alf a pint of Guiness? (learned that phrase from Jade Goody).

Go to Jamaica. If you buy pot from them, they'll call you Blood. One time, a black person let me call him homie.

They kept calling you Bro? I believe that is their highest honor, an abbreviation of the complement, Soul Brother. Like getting big upped by Malcom X.

He said he wanted a virgin. In a lot of Japanese marriages, it's a one and done on the wedding night. So close enough?

I'm here for Gamma. His posts are like Dadaist collage haiku's: "Spot on my windowsill, Thelonious Monk -What say you?"

We have to look to ourselves. Bignok, Bob -Really, they're only one man.

Been a few years, but I used to go to African disco's in a side-soi across from The Grace Hotel. I'm a world music fan and they def had the afro-beats. I gave them some cd's a couple of times. It would be hard to visit an African nigh club in Africa as a solo-whitie. Super-friendly people. All kinds of downers like like Xanax for sale in the bathroom. A few marriage proposals from women who really need to lay off of the all grease and yucca diet.

I don't defend drinking whiskey and Diet Coke. Even tho Jack and Coke is the #1 drink by a mile where I come from. For additional white trash status, get a canned, premixed one. Jack in bottled, very sugary lemonade is another world wide success. Lot's of diff flavored booze variants don't make it to the states. Prob down to import details and the further consolidation of the big booze companies. Grey Goose Rose'-flavored vodka (so far, a hard pass) and Raspberry-flavored Tanqueray Gin (bad, not awful) are available here but not in the states. How much smoke or mothball taste in a whiskey you like is a down to age. I did focus groups a long time ago for booze brands. Overwhelmingly, the young want lighter flavors. You'd have to be about 105 to want to drink Double Black Johnny Walker.

I fell under the inexorable sway of Charon Optics: their mesmerizing blue and white stripped logo, their baffling number of stores in every single retail strip in Thailand, their demented pricing that makes you get 3 pairs of glasses when you just came in for one. And: Most physical exam packages include an optometrist appointment. Chiang Mai Ram Hospital would prob cost under 500 baht to break it out separately.

We used 66 Realty. Owner pays the fee. Service was above and beyond. Diana was our agent. Take a look at their website. Def prefer the older buildings for larger rooms and details like marble flooring. I live in The Boonymas Mansion. Def some vacancies at the moment. No gym or pool ect. but a super location in low-traffic, very walkable Nimman. You def want to live on the Nimman1 Mall side of Nimman Road, since crossing that very busy road is stressful.

'Tried a bottle of Double Black Label. Like sucking on a lump of charcoal. It required Diet Coke to choke down. 'Don't recall seeing it for sale in America.

This is the laziest OP ever. No juicy made up story, no outrage, just the weak bleatings of a sad drunk. I'm hardly surprised that you view hapless rice paddy dwellers as life in the fast lane.

As a self-proclaimed gimp, you really need to lighten up. No one likes a boring gimp. And as a Canadian gimp, you're already on the back foot with the boring part.

India makes some quaffable whiskies: Red Stag is a solid 7/11 value buy. Imperial Blue Label is as good Chivas Regal. If you see an Indian single malt, it's usually as good as a Waitress brand bottle for half the $$$ (usually around 750 baht). In England, I liked Bell's which you see over here a bit. A lighter, cleaner Dewers. So far, I have not yet had a Japanese whisky that warrants the premium price. I bought a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue in Vientiane at a Covid-sale price ($150) in June, and I still have a big glug of it. So all in,I'm not much of drinker.

I was in the Towers on 9/11 and caught the last subway out across the river to Jersey City. As I witnessed that plane hit and change our land forever, I called my pot dealer and ordered a quarter pound. 2 hours later, the whole town was dry.

Do you want some hash? You don't have to meet me or anything, I'll have my guy pop right over. I could have it baked into a cookie for hospital discretion.

It's like a jokey throw away joke, not an impassioned plea for understanding. Yuck. I'm glad I didn't riff on Canadian/Yank intra-expat relations in Mexico. If forced at gunpoint, I'd pick the humorless coldie's over yee-hah US retired military/and law enforcement living next door to me, but really, only at gunpoint. Many Americans were refugees from Costa Rica ("too Canadian").

Dullards who try to quash every conversation with a bunch of tedious "it all depends on the individual, you can not generalize"-obtuseness have no real claim to even bare existence.

Due to the Trump Trash factor, fellow Americans are assumed guilty until proven innocent. Canadians too, albeit unfairly. You can't be too careful. Half my acquaintances in CM are Chinese on the elite visa, doing something marijuana-related. If a guy from Blackpool feels liberated here, imagine an accountant form Shenzen who just bought his first bong. Thai GF next, must be a pothead. Many, many local women are willing to fulfill this role.

They're the free ones, not you. They have Juiche and Kim, and you have -what exactly? Capitalism-slavery? They want to break free all right -from the likes of us.

Mel Brooks was getting a prostrate exam. When the Dr was good and deep, he said to Mel, "You know, Mr Brooks, my daughter really wants to break into show biz". For Mel, the anal intrusion/sell job was an opportunity to be more Mel, a joy, even, not an imposition. Being like Mel; that is the purpose of life.

A reasonable alternative to drive and ability is just to be an unusually unemcumbered person. I'm in that category; there is nothing for me to go back to America for. That's not a sad story, that's just how things sorted out very amicably over time. Bob said, When you got nothin' you got nothin; to lose Kris said, Freedom's just another word for nothin' lose A lot of the people on this board and who I meet here have at least one foot in that kind of poetic existence.

I lived in England as an American. Much was made of their worldly travel savvy compared to us yokel-yanks. But where were they mostly going? To the cheap end of nearby beach-dom: Benadorm, Crete, Ibiza, Tenerife. All of these places are renowned for their museums and intellectual stimulation. And that's when they weren't going to Clacton On The Sea for the millionth time. I met very few brits who'd been to both Wales and Scotland (with Wales, the Mississippi of the UK, given a wide miss). So, Yank or Euro, even going to Thailand to a major tourist center is a tiny amount of people. Chiang Mai? The bravest of the bravest. Any other Chiang fill-in-the-blank? Pretty rare.

Small bottle of sake, a tempura platter*, and a scallop sushi roll at Umai Sushi in Chiang Mai. Leaves 100 baht for the doting waitress who tops up the unlimited iced green tea. 2nd choice: Havana Club 7 year old rum. 3rd choice: a book. A book I want to read about Thailand or the new book about The Murdochs usually costs about a grand. *'Was psyched to learn that tempura is the lowest fat deep fried food you can eat.