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Just like all of your posts. Meeting you in person at the party should be nothing short of spectacular.

Wow, you are just the sharpest tool in the box, aren't you? How wonderful that you can't resist stating the obvious.

Why would you ever want to leave your dingy field hut in that exciting paradise where you reside in the northeast, surrounded by peasants?

Ah, another gem from the troll school flunky.

Political discussions are fully permitted with only two caveats: 1- You can only claim right to being a real MAGA if you're a Yank. 2 - All physical altercations resulting from political disagreements must be conducted outside in the rear of the venue with Bob standing in as MC.

Oh, don't cry now Malcom. It's not very posh. Plus your man-god Nigel wouldn't be very impressed.

Ah yes, the classic Pattaya tosser epic, certainly nothing pedestrian about this bell-end chronicle. Boy meets girl, girl meets barfine, boy meets ATM withdrawal limit. The sightseeing, the seafood, the frog noise stick… truly a cultural exchange program for the ages. Then came the plot twist no one in human history could have foreseen, she asked for money. Astonishing. Heartbreaking. I’m sure Mot remembers you too, much like one remembers a festering groin rash that finally went away with immense relief. Still, two weeks of romance on a Cheap Charlie budget and a masterclass in why “true love” in Pattaya generally comes with a lightening of the wallet is a triumph only in the mind of a proper mug.

It is with the deepest sorrow and most heartfelt regret that I must inform everyone that I will not be receiving the blessings of this event from my presence. I realize the date has not yet been chosen, but please understand that my calendar is already overflowing with commitments of such unmatched importance that they will inevitably coincide with whatever date you end up selecting. Truly, fate can be disastrously cruel. To those of you fortunate enough to attend, I can only imagine the sheer ecstasy you will experience. The venue will undoubtedly be five star, possibly six, and the collective brilliance of those present will surely make it a titillating nightmare to remember for decades, or at least until the dessert is served. One humble request, if I may. Should any kind soul capture a well lit, perfectly centered mug shot of Susan Harris, I would be eternally grateful. Such a masterpiece would hold a place of honor as the crown jewel of my dartboard target collection, where it will inspire many moments of focused joy and athletic precision.

I couldn’t sum up all your posts any better than you just did yourself, even if I tried as hard as you try to make your todger cooperate.

Yes, obviously not. You should choose a different career path, immediately.

Silence from him would be even better.

You are absolutely hopeless. But I just sent a photo of my festering butt rash that won't go away because it reminds me so much of you.

But I was born that way. Misogynist pig!

Incoming nothing burger. It will be nothing but political theatre that will result in poor optics for all parties involved.

I never understood why they allow 70-80 African drug dealers, who are here on fake student visas, to shuffle along Sukhumvit Rod at night trying to sell Class 1 drugs, like coke and meth, but view weed as the problem. Why not focus on getting rid of the hard and dangerous drugs first?