Everything posted by short-Timer
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Are you bitter about western women?
Money is never an issue for me. Whatever it takes.
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Are you bitter about western women?
Not necessary, but are you offering?
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Are you bitter about western women?
If you only knew. First I smoke a spliff whilst they gag on the scrodum pole. Then I go to town and don't stop growling until the job is fully done. I much prefer tom-boys though because then I'll be in for some underarm hair I can lick dry too. Romance is in the air!
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How often do you shave?
Oh, bloody hell, another idiotic topic nobody wants. What's next? A bathing survey? How often do you dump? Cmon, give it up. Pure desperation here.
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Farang food
First correct information you ever posted.
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Are you bitter about western women?
That’s just a post coitus laundry issue. Thick and pungent, the bearded clam special of the day. Personally, I like to get my nose right in there. Gives me a little something to savor on the way back home. Real classy, I know.
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Oh Koh Phi Phi, What have you become?
Hua Hin blows. Worst beach place in Thailand. Water is brown. Place is boring. Drive is too far from Bangkok. Place only has one road in and out. Awful. Almost as bad as all your posts, Susan.
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Greeted by Indians in a lift
What complete garbage.
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Farang food
Crap topic.
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Are you bitter about western women?
I've banged nothing but big white birds my whole life. Nothing beats their big, stinky, hairy growlers. Thai birds? No way. Too small and not enough filth. Bang one of those little bald beavers and your horny again an hour later. They just don't fill you up.
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Neville Comes for a Cheeky Holiday: Instant Karma, Pride in Pieces...
First, I thought about sitting next to you on a one-hour flight to Phuket, and that was bad enough. So I stopped there.
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Frappuccino Foodcourt Fiasco: How I Ended Up Covered In Someone Else’s Breakup...
Bro, you are still weird, deranged and desperate. Wear it with honor!
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Frappuccino Foodcourt Fiasco: How I Ended Up Covered In Someone Else’s Breakup...
Nah bro, always winning. Cause that's how I roll. Nice to see you still project so well though.
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Frappuccino Foodcourt Fiasco: How I Ended Up Covered In Someone Else’s Breakup...
I know Susan, absolutely terrible, but at least they’re not as mind-numbing as some of the absolute gems I’ve seen recently like: Do you watch Muay Thai? Who loves Bangkok? Things you like about Thailand Why are retirees so grumpy? Nothing much to do in regular Thailand Oh wait…
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What things bore and annoy you most?
Give it a minute. Soon he will drop one of his stinker topics on us all, moaning about Thailand as usual. Then he will register another new account again.
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What things bore and annoy you most?
sounds great bob. what time shall we meet up at Soi 6 today for tranny patrol?
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What things bore and annoy you most?
Bob, confirmed. Done. ✅
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What things bore and annoy you most?
Nownow Bob, why get so upset about Susan?
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What things bore and annoy you most?
It does have a strong possibility of being Bob. Rory Breaker is an antagonist in the 1998 black comedy crime film "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels" - London gangster film. Right up his alley. Bob is a film enthusiast and has used these character types before.
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What things bore and annoy you most?
The username and avatar is very Bobesque though.
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What things bore and annoy you most?
NowNow is another possibility.
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What things bore and annoy you most?
Anecdotal. I've got my money on it being Susan. Pay close attention. It will become more evident the more it posts.
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What things bore and annoy you most?
It's either Susan or Bob, that new account. It behaves much more like Susan though. The vocabulary is a clear giveaway.
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What things bore and annoy you most?
Is that you again, Susan? First time I've seen you trolling from two different accounts at the time.
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Why the Hate for Cambodia?
Cambodia is an absolute cesspit, a bottom-of-the-barrel wasteland where civilization went to die. It’s a lawless sewer overrun by petty criminals, conmen and fugitive rejects from China. The place oozes corruption from every crack in the pavement, if you can even call those broken slabs “streets.” The only foreigners who willingly stay there are washed-up sexpats, broke, bloated and staggering through life in a cocktail of meth fumes and cheap booze, clinging to their last shred of dignity like mold on a decaying wall. If you’re a balding, overweight eyesore with the fashion sense of a failed 70s porn star, congratulations, you’ve found paradise. For anyone else with a functioning brain and the bare minimum of self-worth, it’s a living nightmare, a purgatory disguised as a country.