FriscoKid

I don’t think so. There’s still plenty of prime bud available, and many places are selling it for 25B per gram when buying 100 grams or more. That means the cost difference between buying prime and popcorn bud isn’t significant. However, online sellers can source popcorn bud at a lower price than prime bud, making it more profitable for them to sell. Plus, it’s much easier to sell popcorn bud online than in physical shops.

Dangerous, low hanging canopies.

Oh, you are a farang who never whinges, right Susan?

It's low season now, isn't it?

Tonight was a complete and utter gay nightmare… I had just arrived back in the big smoke after a nice few days away with my good friend Peter, who I’d been hoping to hook up with for a steamy getaway. I felt a bit frisky, so I headed to one of the most famous cruising spots in the capital and settled in at one of the most well-known places to score… The guy I approached right from the off had a face on him, he looked absolutely furious—maybe he wasn’t into my vibe. Then I made my move, suggesting a quick romp, and he snapped “how desperate are you?” I said what the hell are you on about (this was my first hookup of the night) he said they have a policy not to mess with overly eager guys….. bear in mind this was in the busiest cruising spot in one of the busiest hookup joints in the busiest part of town - everyone there was chasing male tail to some extent, but this was my first go… I was also pent up, so I hinted at something a bit more involved as well. when he finally acknowledged me he practically shoved me away and gave me a snarling look - at which point I said stick yer attitude up yer arse, im going to the american spot round the corner for some real fun, which I did and it was delightful. No fuss, no drama, just hot guys and steamy action galore…. what the hell is going on here at all? If a guy acted that way in the west during a gay night out he would at the very least get a firm dose of the verbals, or even worse get spat on.. they really need to up their game - I can’t wait till low season when they are all lonely and desperate again. regards, blumpkin.

About 6 months ago I was also having a length issue as well. So I went to the doctor and asked him how I could make my penis 12 inches long. He told me to fold in half and then cut off 2 inches. Problem solved.

This has nothing to do with any law changes. You couldn’t always get your hands on the stuff as cheaply and easily and in such high quality and quantity, but now the price is ridiculously cheap and availability is unlimited. They can buy high-quality product here for about 5% of what it sells for in the UK, maybe even less. The profit potential is massive, and that greed seems to have completely overshadowed the risk in their minds of getting caught at either end. Common sense has gone straight out the window. But hindsight is always 20/20. Ask those guys before they got caught if they thought about the risks, and they probably barely considered it. Ask them now, staring down at least 10 years in a Thai prison, and I’m sure they’d have a very different answer. Also, it wouldn’t be surprising if the very people who sold the smugglers the stuff were the ones who tipped off the authorities, probably in exchange for getting half of it back after the arrest, or at least being able to buy it back at a fraction of the original price. A win/win for everyone. The sellers and the police both cash in. The product itself isn’t illegal, only the international smuggling part. So one way or another, the weed is bound to end up back in circulation after they get caught. .

Bob, those are so eighties now. Go Bareback or go home.

The British are making fantastic strides in assembling their very own prison football team. Just one more inmate needed, and they’ll be ready for their debut match. Give it a week then surely another English cannabis smuggler will be caught, and they’ll have it sorted. Back in the day, only the Nigerian jailbirds in Thailand had enough players to form a full squad without recruiting from other nationalities. So it’s truly heartwarming to see the Brits finally stepping up to the challenge. Beckham will be proud!

Not when you're color blind, you todge rider! 😂

Fair enough, I'm just not a huge fan of old black-and-white movies. There were a few classics that of course one couldn't avoid. But it's not really a genre that I dig deeply into. Especially not the more obscure titles. There was a period where I watched a few of the B&W classics. The only one I can even really remember vividly was Casablanca. The rest are all just a blur, and to be honest, I don't mind to leave it that way.

A working-class English boy spends his free time caring for and training his pet kestrel. Meh, can't be arsed. Sorry mate. And to think I pinched out a massive dump just for that. Oh, well, I'll work up another kilo of loaf in anticipation of tomorrow's offering.

Of course, you never do yourself though, Susan.

I'm taking a massive, oversized dump right now, one of the highest order, in bigly anticipatory celebration. I may even take another one an hour from now if the suspense becomes too overwhelming. Please wish me well mate.

Look, we had a call. Me and Vlad. Unus ad unum. My anus too. A big call. Some people said it was going to be very important with a level of importance, the likes of which the world has never seen before. The best people said that. Tremendous things were supposed to happen. But you know what? Total waste of taxpayer time. Nothing got done. Absolutely nothing. It was a nothing burger, folks. You ever have a burger with nothing in it? No meat. No cheese. Not even any of that vegetable they call ketchup? Just an empty bun. My empty buns. Not even a side order of fries. That’s what this call was. We talked for 90 minutes, we said things, we played pong on Hunter Biden's laptop, but at the end of the day, I achieved absolutely nothing. No peace. I was useless. Should have been doing something great, something historic. Winning peace prizes. Instead? I was utterly and completely hopeless. I am an abomination. A complete joke. A hoax. Even the do-nothing democrats agree that I am a waste of orange colored skin cream. There was nothing bigly about it. Sad. China! Tariffs!

Don’t be daft, he will achieve peace with Ukraine and Russia within 24 hours of taking office. Oh, wait…

Avoid buying any pre-rolled joints. You have no idea what might be in there. Could be half bunk weed and half oregano. Just buy flower and roll your own and then you're sure of what you're smoking. If you don't know how to roll then buy some pre-rolled cone papers and pour the weed in. Perfect joint every time.

Well, can't you just post the next 60 days worth of films in advance so I know what to expect in the cinema? The suspense is just killing me and I don't know if I'll survive without knowing a bit more of what's to come. Go ahead, just the next 60 days. Wack it right up there.

Oh wow, please, do go on. In fact, why stop there? Post some photos too. Nothing quite like a 70+ year old man-child bragging about his bedroom adventures like a teenage boy who just lost his virginity on prom night. Actually, scratch that, I think we’re all eagerly awaiting the full, uncensored gallery of your hairy fat arse. Everyone’s gonna love it.

Oh, bob, amazing, the post we never knew we needed, and now you've given it to us. This is going to be life-changing. I can't wait. I hope I can sleep tonight without waking up every hour and checking this topic just to see the new posts. Oh, I'm just tingling inside bob. You are the man! By the way, when are you gonna make another post with a list of your top 10 favorite pornos of the week? You can call it "Bob's Beat-Your-Meat Corner." Just please don't put in too many ladyboy titles. Better to balance it out with a bit of some normal porn as well.

Two more of their mates: https://www.instagram.com/blackangel_vix https://www.instagram.com/rainbowdragonlife

Foolish is what foolish does. Can't fix desperate.

I reckon you made a few errors in the text that you had intended to post, so I fixed it up for you and I'm reposting it below. You can thank me later mate: I do myself all the time now, I never leave the house/condo/apartment without my snap-off cream in my bag or hanging it from a lanyard around my neck. like today I was at Soi Ladyboy in pats, all I could hear were tranny voices all around me.. A gay couple sat next to me and peter and they immediately started making a fuss, their voices were running rampant, the pillow biter on the left was flustered about his todger not being fluffed up right, the uphill gardener on the right was shouting at the top of his lungs at one of the ladyboy servers, even slapping him at one point... It was like a scene out of a horror movie. So I looked over at the bigger poofter, winked at him and kissed my bottle of whack-off lube that was hanging out in front of my shirt... The look of horror on his face was comical. Within 5 minutes he and his disgraceful boyfriend had got up and left, much to the delight of me and my now very stoned lover, Peter. Just another day in the life of Boingo in Thailand. regards, Boingo Bongo.

Oh, absolutely bro. Because, as we all know, laughter and enthusiasm are never, ever influenced by external motivations. The mere presence of your undeniably handsome looks and charm is enough to send them into a euphoric state of unfettered adoration. The look in her eyes? That’s not strategic. No, no, no! That’s not calculated. That’s pure, unfiltered longing, untouched by worldly concerns like security or financial stability as she had nothing to fear like the risk of ending up as a house maid slave in Bahrain. Oh, and the fact that she initiates gobbling your gherkin, well, that just seals it. Case closed. You, my friend are truly an anomaly, living in a real-life, romantic fairytale, where love is pure, intentions are always genuine, and reality never dares to intrude. Someone else would have to be absolutely and insanely mad to ever question the pure sincerity of her true love and her undeniable lack of deceitful intentions.

Oh, of course. The burning desire is unmistakable. The way her eyes light up when she sees you, the way she clings to every word you say, even though she doesn't speak a lick of English, completely mesmerized, definitely has nothing to do with any external factors. Pure, unfiltered passion. It’s almost tragic, really. All those poor men out there who mistake interest in their bank balance for genuine attraction. If only they had your wisdom. If only they could see what you see. But alas, not everyone is blessed with such a keen ability to distinguish true love from financial desire. Stay strong, my friend. The burden of being that irresistible must be exhausting.