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But my girlfriend won’t stop arguing with me about it. Do you think she’s right?

Smartphones are different. It’s not just about the technology, but the portability. They can be used in so many places and situations where a computer or even an iPad simply wouldn’t work. Standing in a crowded train, walking down the street, at the dinner table, waiting in line at the store, at the beach, sitting on top of a mountain - these are all moments where only a phone fits. But that convenience comes at a cost. People end up abusing that portability, trading the beauty of being present in exchange for the habit of pulling out their phone and scrolling through nothingness, just because they can.

iPod was a good thing, but made functionally obsolete by smartphones. But I had an iPod Nano before. Was great. About the size of postage stamp and a metal clip to attach it to your shirt. But now smartwatches can carry all your music loaded onto your wrist. Even better.

And the Post is still garbage. Best used as blankets for the subway bums. At least the Daily News is gone.

First you wrote Japan, now you've edited your post to say Germany? Cant you make up your mind, Kobe-Bob?

What, just to feed your ladyboy obsession?

At least people wouldn’t be photographing every single little uninteresting thing in their lives. All those boring pictures of people’s meals, their pets, the coffee they drink every morning, and the endless flow of selfies that no one asked for and doesn't want.

CLARIFICATION: When I first created this topic, the title included the word “grifter”, same with my original post. But someone quietly removed that after about ten or fifteen replies, without notifying anyone or making the change clear, not even to me. So now the conversation’s gone off in a completely different direction from what I intended. I wasn’t trying to spark a debate about all the lazy, grubby, washed-up losers and deadbeats in Thailand. The point was to talk about dodgy foreigners scheming and scamming in Thailand to make money and exist at someone else’s expense. That was the actual purpose of the topic.

Rubbish. Just get back in bed Bob. Last night's angry hangover still requires more recovery before you start dropping your usual F-bomb type topics.

You mean Trump loving nutter?

Not trying to be negative, just curious, are these the ten most common roles foreigners fall into in Thailand, or are there others people have come across? 1. Pattaya YouTuber 2. Shoestring blogger 3. Freelance English teacher with no visa 4. Crypto bro not making it 5. Spiritual nomad or tantric healer 6. Digital nomad come consultant 7. Visa fixer middleman 8. Washed-up DJ or bartender 9. Illegal tour guide or motorcycle rental hustler 10. Illegal dive instructor or restaurant worker

Genius! Einstein level observations!

Dumb and dumbest.

The posts from each new version of you keep getting duller, more uninteresting and increasingly forgettable. Honestly, the next time you throw a tantrum and vanish for a month or so, I can’t think of a single reason you should bother clicking the AN Sign Up button again after your hangover wears off.

I’d like to ask a sincere and respectful question, and I hope it can be met with equally thoughtful replies. This isn’t about sex or physical desire. It’s about connection, communication, companionship and emotional compatibility. For those who have personal experience spending time with ladyboys in Thailand, how does that compare to spending time with women in terms of emotional dynamics and relationship and bonding potential? I’m referring to aspects like empathy, understanding, communication style, emotional intelligence and maturity, and general outlook on life. Of course, every person is unique and individual personalities will always differ. But I’m wondering if those who have had these experiences have noticed any consistent patterns or qualities that stand out. Do ladyboys tend to approach relationships differently? Are they more open-minded or emotionally available? Or are the dynamics generally similar to those with women? I’ve noticed that many men seem to form close bonds with ladyboys in Thailand, and it made me wonder whether there’s something deeper to these relationships beyond what people often assume. Hoping for honest and respectful insights from those who can speak from experience or at least from some personal knowledge on the subject.

You mean there are lots of stupid ones like this one?

You don't have to get fancy with your wording. Everyone just calls them ladyboys now.

Post a link to your preferred seller of 'personal toys' on Lazada and I'll pass it on.

You seem to have knowledge about gay men and dildos. Please post photos for us that don't have any of your knowledge, Nancy.

Possibly something made from silicone or TPE. I didn't ask for details.

So I assume you are not going to do that then?

This is a straightforward inquiry regarding the potential legal or criminal risks of bringing a single personal item of a sexual nature, such as a sex toy, into Thailand in checked luggage. Thai law appears to classify such items as “obscene objects,” which are technically prohibited from being imported, possessed, or sold. Penalties for violations may include up to three years of imprisonment, a fine of up to 60,000 baht, or both. However, it is unclear how strictly this law is applied in practice, particularly in cases involving discreet transport of a single item for personal use. That said, I’m looking for informed responses from anyone with firsthand experience or credible knowledge of how strictly this law is enforced in practice, particularly when it comes to discreetly traveling with a single item intended for private, personal use. This is a genuine legal question submitted on behalf of a friend who would like to understand the real-world enforcement risks in order to avoid any unintentional violations while traveling.

No. Only you.

Once upon a time, Thailand was a land of silky curves, cheeky smiles, and women so dangerously fit you’d need a seatbelt just to walk past them. Now? Forget it. The once-sleek jungle cats have been replaced by something a lot closer to water buffalo. Look, I’m not saying everyone’s gotten fat. I’m saying if this trend continues, the national flower will be a fried chicken drumstick wrapped in clingfilm. I used to see beautiful tigresses in the wild. Sleek. Fierce. Dangerous. Now I see pandas in yoga pants licking sweetened condensed milk off their fingers and calling it a personality. What happened? Was there a national campaign to eat every carb in a five-mile radius? Are they breeding in food courts now? There’s a 7-Eleven near me that’s basically turned into a snack-based mating arena. You’ve got girls triple-wielding steamed buns, cheese toasties, and that weird orange sausage thing like they’re in an apocalyptic food-eating contest. One even had two bubble teas at once. I thought she was dual-wielding insulin shots. And don’t get me started on the gym situation. I went to one last week. Empty. Dusty. One sad treadmill being used as a handbag stand. The only squats anyone’s doing lately are to reach a fallen pork rind. I haven’t slept with one in well over a year. I tried. I really did. I wore some moo-satay cologne. I smiled. I used big words like “emotional availability.” Nothing. They just looked at me like I was a spring roll they forgot to order. One even said, “No boom boom, just food food.” I wept. Now I’m stuck swiping through dating apps where the profiles read like buffet menus. “Love eating. Food is life. Big arse, big belly, big heart.” This isn’t hate. This is grief. This is mourning. I came here seeking tigresses. Dangerous creatures. Seductresses. And instead I’ve been left with middle aged aunties in crop tops chasing me with kilos of french-fries and marriage proposals. Please. If you’re out there. If there’s still one tigresses left in the jungle, send me a sign. Flash a thigh. Do a pull-up. Put down the deep fried banana. I’m begging you. Used to be, you’d walk down Sukhumvit and your neck would snap from whiplash every ten steps. Now the only thing snapping is the elastic waistband of someone’s knockoff Hello Kitty leggings. And they just sort of roll over these days. Literally. One tried to mount me. I sprained a rib escaping. I don’t know what they’re feeding them, but it clearly isn’t self-control. Sticky rice and regret? Fried chicken dipped in a gallon of honey? I saw one eat mango with coconut cream and then chase it with a plate of fried pork skin dipped in what I can only describe as industrial-grade palm oil juice. And she said, “Diet starts Monday.” Monday 2045, I assume. It’s like every food delivery app is now a co-conspirator. Who needs charm when you’ve got a motorcycle boy bringing you moo ping three times a day? Honestly, I’m not fat-shaming. I’m fat-noticing. There’s a difference. And I’d just like to lodge an official complaint with the Ministry of Aesthetics. Because this tiger’s lonely. And celibate. And no one wants to hear that from a man with a wallet full of money and no normal-sized tigresses to spend it on.

Did the paper route. Made about $15 a week. Blew most of it on pinball and pizza in a day. Came home in the winter with practically frost bitten fingers after morning delivery. Put the fingers under cold water to warm them up. Spent a whole day on Saturday assembling the Sunday paper. They were so heavy had to make two trips to deliver all on Sunday. Many people wouldn’t come to the door once a week when I would go to collect the $2.5 for a week of delivery. Eventually I forced most of those nasty ones to quit the delivery service by throwing their papers at their door from 20 feet away instead of sticking it through the slot. By the time it landed on their doorstep, it looked more like a bob smith porn mag after he had fapped all over it. My best customer was a lovely black woman. She always paid on time and was my best tipper. She got her papers first and always in pristine condition. The school of hard knocks.