FriscoKid

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.

They’re all virgins, utterly obsessed with sex, and of course, only with you. They’re all absolutely crazy about you. Let’s be honest, they’ve never met a man older than their own father who they’ve connected with as deeply both spiritually, romantically, and everything else as they do with you. The others? Well, they just haven’t quite gotten familiar with the size of the bulge in your back pocket yet. But don’t lose hope. Give them a little more time. Eventually, they’ll come to their senses. It’s inevitable. First lesson in Knight in Shining Armor School: patience. You’re never going to really lose the girl, but occasionally, you just might lose your turn.

You could still continue your “night in shining armor syndrome” and save her from her demise. Surely, nothing a few bank transfers and some English classes can’t sort out. Those Flippers are normally good English language learners: Ayy naku! Dis morning, I wake up early… but not because I want! My neighbor singing videoke again—so loud! His voice? Like a goat with a sore throat! Den I make coffee, but no more sugar! So I put condensed milk… ay, too much! Now my coffee is like candy. But it’s okay, sweet like me! Den my mother say, ‘Hoy! Go to market, buy fish! No junk food ha?!’ So I say, ‘Yes, mother!’ …but I buy chichirya. It’s not junk food, ha? It’s energy! Ayy, life is hard, but at least WiFi is strong! Pwede na!

Makes total sense now. So she’s special and different. See, I completely missed the point before. 😂

Why not? What good is a round one anyway?

Says Sir Uphill Gardener…

Mate, you wouldn’t know what to do with a spliff, even if somebody lit it, stuck it in your mouth and smoked it for you. 😂

Does he need to act? He's open about his pillow biting obsession: Spacey released a statement on Twitter where he said, “I have loved and had romantic encounters with men throughout my life, and I choose now to live as a gay man.”

he's not a nonce?

Full marks for importing a ham sandwich into a 5-star buffet. What could possibly go wrong?

Well now, laddie, that's not quite the soft touch innit.

I'll take the one with the furriest growler. Post-ops need-not apply.

Met up with a friend in trannyland, Bits-of-Bob from Bumbblington, top cross-dresser. We've just shared a ladyboy, something I rarely do with a mate, but it emptied out my ball-bag to no end. Currently sat in my crappy, little, windowless, one-room hovel with a direct, high-speed connection to AN and Booby is getting the meth vapes in. Things can only get more pear shaped and even more wonky and full of tosh from here. regards, Bungholio

And the history of Kashmir as told by Jimmy Page to The Edge

Yes, I would definitely put Kashmir in the top three. I think it's hard to actually narrow it down to just one song and say this is the best Led Zeppelin song of all time. One of the best live performances of Kashmir was from the Celebration Day album and performance at the O2. And another amazing Robert Plant live performance from his later years: Below might be one of Led Zeppelin best performances of all time. 😂

Top 10 greatest Led Zeppelin songs of all time: Kashmir Ramble On Stairway To Heaven Babe I’m Gonna Leave You The Ocean No Quarter Good Times Bad Times Black Dog Whole Lotta Love When The Levee Breaks Hey, Hey, What Can I Do --- Sorry, that's 12 😂

An interesting piece of Led Zeppelin history is that their debut album was initially released only in the US, where it received mostly negative reviews. One of the harshest critiques came from Rolling Stone magazine itself. Despite the criticism, Led Zeppelin was touring the US and selling out every show. While the critics had little good to say, the audience couldn’t get enough of them. You can read the Rolling Stone review below: Rolling Stone Magazine Led Zeppelin I By John Mendelsohn March 15, 1969 The popular formula in England in this, the aftermath era of such successful British bluesmen as Cream and John Mayall, seems to be: add, to an excellent guitarist who, since leaving the Yardbirds and/or Mayall, has become a minor musical deity, a competent rhythm section and pretty soul-belter who can do a good spade imitation. The latest of the British blues groups so conceived offers little that its twin, the Jeff Beck Group, didn’t say as well or better three months ago, and the excesses of the Beck group’s Truth album (most notably its self-indulgence and restrictedness), are fully in evidence on Led Zeppelin‘s debut album. Jimmy Page, around whom the Zeppelin revolves, is, admittedly, an extraordinarily proficient blues guitarist and explorer of his instrument’s electronic capabilities. Unfortunately, he is also a very limited producer and a writer of weak, unimaginative songs, and the Zeppelin album suffers from his having both produced it and written most of it (alone or in combination with his accomplices in the group). The album opens with lots of guitarrhythm section exchanges (in the fashion of Beck’s “Shapes of Things” on “Good Times Bad Times,” which might have been ideal for a Yardbirds’ B-side. Here, as almost everywhere else on the album, it is Page’s guitar that provides most of the excitement. “Babe I’m Gonna Leave You” alternates between prissy Robert Plant‘s howled vocals fronting an acoustic guitar and driving choruses of the band running down a four-chord progression while John Bonham smashes his cymbals on every beat. The song is very dull in places (especially on the vocal passages), very redundant, and certainly not worth the six-and-a-half minutes the Zeppelin gives it. Two much-overdone Willie Dixon blues standards fail to be revivified by being turned into showcases for Page and Plant. “You Shook Me” is the more interesting of the two — at the end of each line Plant’s echo-chambered voice drops into a small explosion of fuzz-tone guitar, with which it matches shrieks at the end. The album’s most representative cut is “How Many More Times.” Here a jazzy introduction gives way to a driving (albeit monotonous) guitar-dominated background for Plant’s strained and unconvincing shouting (he may be as foppish as Rod Stewart, but he’s nowhere near so exciting, especially in the higher registers). A fine Page solo then leads the band into what sounds like a backwards version of the Page-composed “Beck’s Bolero,” hence to a little snatch of Albert King’s “The Hunter,” and finally to an avalanche of drums and shouting. In their willingness to waste their considerable talent on unworthy material the Zeppelin has produced an album which is sadly reminiscent of Truth. Like the Beck group they are also perfectly willing to make themselves a two- (or, more accurately, one-a-half) man show. It would seem that, if they’re to help fill the void created by the demise of Cream, they will have to find a producer (and editor) and some material worthy of their collective attention. https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-album-reviews/led-zeppelin-i-187298/

Almost doesn't count, right Bob?

After printing them up 1000 times already, I'd hate to see your printing bill. Must be painful on the wallet.