FriscoKid

That's interesting information, thank you. Problem is I keep seeing various posts about different numbers of damaged buildings falling into different categories of damage so I'm not sure what's what anymore. I guess there's just too much chaos around in general that nobody really knows at this point how many buildings will actually be condemned and how many are repairable.

That’s correct. It’s called force majeure, and you’ll find a clause for it in just about every homeowners or building insurance policy. Basically, it’s an exemption that excludes coverage for damage caused by natural disasters. In recent years, many local homeowners insurance policies have tightened their clauses regarding floods, pandemics, and even burglaries. These days, they cover very little, most insurance companies don’t want to take on those kinds of risks anymore. One of the only things they do still cover is fire, but only if it’s not caused by negligence. Even burglary coverage comes with strict conditions—if the property is left unoccupied for an extended period, they often won’t cover it at all. And if they do cover for burglary, then you still have to prove evidence of a forced entry.

We are still at the beach resort waiting for the gay wedding to commence on Friday night. Just before lunchtime, I hopped on my rented bike wearing nothing but a snug pair of pink shorts and a tank top that left little to the imagination. I had a craving for some hotdogs and something cold and refreshing, so I decided to swing by the 7/11—not just for the drinks, but also to check out if any cute guys were hanging around. You never know where you might meet someone interesting. On my way back, I got stopped by a handsome BIB at a police checkpoint. The copper looked me up and down, staring at my crotch for a while and then asked to see my license. I handed him my Thai motorbike license, and he seemed a tad irritated, maybe expecting to catch me with a boner. But there was nothing he could do except hand it back and let me go on my way. I was about to drive off when he suddenly grabbed my arm and said, “Wait a minute, my friend. You seem like a man who appreciates… male company.” Stunned, I replied, “Well, that depends on what you mean. Are you asking in an official capacity?” He smirked and said, “Just making conversation… You know, I get off my shift in an hour.” Quite possibly the strangest interaction I have ever had with another bent male in my life. The Gaping Bobholio.

Only a problem if your Bob Smith with man-boobs big enough to stop a charging elephant in its tracks.

Wow, Susan, who would've ever known if you didn't just post that???

if I mention that "Bob Smith" sent me at any of the tranny-joints will I get a discount or at least a buy-one-get-one on the testicles?

Posting photos, wait a minute na, The Bob.

Most fictional novels written about Thailand focus on sex tourism, nightlife, go-go bars, backpacker culture, cheap thrills, partying in the islands, Thai mafia, gangsters, underworld crime, scams, hustlers, con artists preying on tourists, drug smuggling, alcoholism, ladyboys, addiction, dangerous expat lifestyles, romance with Thai women, cultural misunderstandings in love, corrupt police, bribery, lawlessness in the Thai system, Muay Thai fights, underground betting, and street brawls. All great for noobs who like that stuff, but too pedestrian and uninteresting for anyone who has spent anytime in country.

Backdoor Bar. 8PM sharp. Be there or be back in your underwear, alone, The Bobbing for Apples.

Just go shirtless down to Soi 6 again to get bumbed so that you can get over it, The Man-Boob.

Yeah, liquified, rotten, minging grapes, innit, The Boob.

Depends how you measure nicer. Better pizza Palermo. That's about it.

Updated: 1. Chumphon – A fantastic getaway, made even better by the fact that BigNok has never been spotted anywhere near it. 2. Surat Thani – One of Thailand’s hidden gems, and it stays that way since maesariang has never set foot here. 3. Phang Nga – Stunning limestone cliffs, turquoise waters, and best of all, absolutely no trace of susanlea. 4. Krabi – A paradise of beaches and islands, made all the more enjoyable knowing that Dolf has yet to ruin it. 5. Nakhon Si Thammarat – Rich in history and culture, with no risk of bumping into Harrisfan along the way. 6. Nan – A peaceful northern province where you can relax knowing that BigNok is nowhere to be found. 7. Chiang Rai – Famous for its temples and scenery, but even better because maesariang isn’t here to see them. 8. Phetchabun – A mountain retreat where you can breathe fresh air without worrying about running into susanlea. 9. Kanchanaburi – A historical gem, full of stunning views and fascinating history, thankfully with no sign of Dolf. 10. Mae Hong Son – A remote and beautiful province, made perfect by the complete and total absence of Harrisfan.

What a sh*thole. No wonder you're grifting in Japan now instead.

Top 10 places in Thailand: DONE! 1. The bum-gun in the Toilet at Suvarnabhumi Airport 2. The 7-Eleven where the fat, drunk Ozzie is trying to buy beer after-hours 3. Nana Hotel parking lot at 3 AM 4. The Indian tailor shop where you get measured for a suit you never wanted 5. The visa run minivan to the Cambodian border 6. The Tuk-Tuk in Bangkok that offers you a “special tour” for only 20 baht 7. The big, money-laundering weed shop where nobody actually buys any weed 8. The “Happy Ending” Massage Shop with the 65-year-old masseuse who winks at you 9. Soi 6/1 - Ask Bob for more intel 10. The ping pong show go-go bar where the inflated bill comes with a 300-pound bouncer

Never even been there. The closest I ever got to visiting Thailand was a layover in the Bangkok airport.

Hapless Bob always claimed the same. Well, gits gonna git innit, Bob from Blackpool.

No, never had a BJ from a male for a fee. What's it like? Please enlighten us all, The Bob.

Impressive. You must be quite ambidextrous to be able to manage that all by yourself, The Bob.

You always have nothing interesting to add. Worst troll ever. Steady as she goes.

A beer and then a w*nk, The Bob?

Documentary photo of Bob's wife at work from the book. To imagine she was actually young at one time.

The book is also filled with lots of black-and-white photos. Some of them are pretty atrocious.

The title of this topic says it all. Unless someone creates an anthology of all of Bob Smith’s AN posts, then here’s my entry: My Wife in Bangkok by Rory O’Merry, published in 1990. If you don’t want to take my word for it and still feel the need to subject yourself to literary masochism, you can read it online for free via the link below. May the gods of good taste have mercy on your soul. https://archive.org/details/mywifeinbangkok00omer Literary synopsis: “My Wife in Bangkok: A Romantic Guide to the City” by Rory O’Merry, first published on April 1, 1990, offers an introduction to Bangkok’s sex industry at the end of the last millennium. The book has been characterized as a blend of personal narrative and guidebook, providing insights into the socio-cultural dynamics of Thailand’s sex industry. However, it has received mixed reviews, with some readers critiquing its writing quality and the author’s justifications for his involvement in the industry.

Forced himself to leave his room in Pattaya last night: NEVER HAPPENED—Forced himself to leave the janitor’s closet to clean up vomit in the psych ward. Felt like sleeping all day because he was depressed: HAPPENS 24/7—Not depression, just exhaustion from pushing a mop for minimum wage. Ended up in a karaoke bar: NEVER HAPPENED—Only karaoke he hears is the garbled voices from the hospital’s recreation room TV. Met a 72-year-old guy from the UK with a big smile and positive vibes: NEVER HAPPENED—Only smiling 72-year-olds he sees are the ones reminding him he missed a spot on the floor. Pretended to smile back but secretly resented him: HAPPENS 24/7—Pretends to be normal, but deep down, hates everyone with a life. Guy was from Leeds and worked as a house painter: NEVER HAPPENED—If he did exist, at least he has a real job. Guy visits Pattaya twice a year for six weeks rather than living there permanently: NEVER HAPPENED—But let’s pretend this random grandpa did exist. What a crime that he enjoys life instead of moving permanently into a red-light district. Became jealous and pressured him to sell everything and move to Pattaya immediately: HAPPENS 24/7—Classic move. Tries to convince other people to ruin their lives so he doesn’t feel so alone. Kept shouting “Do it! Do it!” until the old man escaped to the toilet and never came back: NEVER HAPPENED—More likely, he was shouting at his own reflection in the mop bucket again. Would like to compile statistics on old men visiting Pattaya rather than moving there: NEVER HAPPENED—What “statistics”? Guy can’t even count his own work hours correctly. Asks why men over 70 visit Thailand instead of moving there permanently: BECAUSE THEY HAVE A LIFE—Unlike someone who spends his days fabricating sob stories online. Wants to know what these men do back home when they aren’t in Thailand: THEY HAVE JOBS, HOBBIES, AND FAMILIES—Unlike the guy making up these posts between scrubbing urinals. Suggests the only reason they visit Thailand is for sex: CLASSIC PROJECTION—Meanwhile, his closest experience to a real woman is the wet floor sign he dances with during night shifts.