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You are a weird stalker

Obsessed stalker

Says the obsessed stalker with bad grammar

Fat and creepy.

Says the troll with over 200 posts per day.

You do too. You're too fat.

Don't like yours.

him since birth. abandoned and orphaned.

Wow what a parentless stalker

Ask GG, he is the god of washing machines, air conditioners, coffee makers, electric dildos, anal vacuums, and every other home appliance one could ever want.

I don't understand. You aren't answering my question. You talk about various capacities, pumps, hoses, motors and belts. I don't need all that. Which is the best machine to buy???

You must be a complete idiot. He's already made it openly clear multiple times that he's gay. And so what that he is? That's his business. The sh*t you write is just so desperate and stupid.

No need to bring my wife into the discussion. I'm looking for one that isn't powered by rice, but one that is powered by non-renewable fossil fuel energy.

I'm still confused. So which is really the best washing machine to buy in your opinion? And is the Rolling Stones album you suggested included with the machine or do you have to purchase it separately?

It’s simply an issue of lens optics. It’s called barrel distortion, and it happens for two main reasons: the closeness of the lens to the subject, and the wider the angle of the lens, the more distortion you get. Both of those factors are common issues with front-facing smartphone cameras. Even with decent smartphones, the front-facing lens is often of much lower quality than the ones on the back, which are designed for general photography. And if you’re using a budget phone, the front camera quality is likely even worse.

Oh no, wait, are you saying Tina can’t taste anything anymore? Like, she lost her actual taste buds? That’s awful. No wonder she’s not being as tasteful, she probably doesn’t even know! Has anyone checked if she’s got one of those conditions where food just tastes like cardboard? I had that once but it turned out I was just eating actual cardboard. Also, you mentioned an envelope, was there something important inside it? Like maybe a secret letter she was meant to read but she pushed it too hard and now she doesn’t know what was in it? Maybe it was a recipe for her taste to come back. Or a warning. Or a voucher. And I think I had that PTSD once at my cousin’s barbecue. It was Perfect Taco Salsa Dip right? Really spicy one, came in a jar shaped like a cowboy boot? I dipped a Dorito in it and couldn’t feel my tongue for two days. Maybe Tina had too much of it and that’s how she lost her taste. Someone should check her fridge. Anyway I hope she finds her flavour again. Maybe with less envelope pushing and more envelope opening. Bless her.

Thank you for the good update. Just a few quick questions based on your last post: 1 - Who are your friends? 2 - Do you actually wear clothes and, if so, why do you feel the need to wash them? 3 - Can you recommend a good and reliable clothes washing machine?

Nothing on a menu in a British pub. Not super food!

What would that do? You don't know what a Harley logo looks like?

Let me know if the version below is better? I thought the first version was more believable though. --- Okay so this is actually a true story not one of those Bob Smith tall tales. I hooked up with a girl in Pattaya who I had seen a few times before nothing serious just a bit of LINE chat and awkward flirting and the occasional beer fueled reunion. After our little rendezvous she said her best mate was nearby at a restaurant and off she went into the humid night. I hung around the lobby feeling smug and mysterious until boom no phone. Gone. Vanished. I sprinted back to the room thinking maybe it was on the bed maybe on the floor maybe levitating who knows. Nothing. Cold sweat time. I knew where she was headed so I marched off like some tragic detective in flip flops. I reached the open air restaurant doing my best James Bond impression which mostly involved squinting at tables. And there she was with her friend who also had a customer because of course. I calmly asked if I could check her bag and she let me like it was the most normal thing ever. No phone. I thanked her tried to vanish quietly but she insisted on coming back with me because obviously that makes sense. Back at the guest house the maid popped up like a magical phone fairy and said oh here it is you left it on a dark table which matched the phone like some ninja camo trick. I tipped her and tried to pretend I was not dying inside. Tuk tuk back to the restaurant I dropped the girl off gave her my remaining cash like a clumsy sugar daddy and tried to exit with dignity. But then her friend came running out I thought it was concern nope she just wanted to know if I found the phone and apparently later told the girl she had considered slapping me which would have really completed the evening. The girl and I texted afterward she said she is not the type to steal a phone and I said obviously not I just thought maybe we got drunk and played accidental phone swap. It ended fine. Kind of. But I am definitely not seeing her again. Nothing bad happened but wow that entire day felt like a sitcom directed by someone having a nervous breakdown.

Yes, that’s good advice, thank you, and I do have that function enabled. In the moment, though, I was more focused on my immediate surroundings and what had just happened, so it didn’t come to mind. Later that evening, the option did occur to me, but by then it was already too late. As you said, it might have saved some face, but hindsight is always 20/20. Another issue is that tracking a lost device requires either internet access or another mobile device, and I didn’t have either at the time since my phone was lost. I could’ve tracked it once I got home, but I was trying to act in the moment.

Now this is an actual true story (not a typical Bob Smith windup). About six months ago, I went short-time with a girl in Pattaya that I had gone with a number of times over the previous few months. She is not a local, but she's from one of the regional countries and we had gotten to know each other a little bit, exchanged LINE contact, and we text each other sometimes, though I generally keep my distance. After we left the room, she said her best mate had just messaged her and was at a nearby restaurant, so she was heading off to meet her. We parted ways, and I decided to linger in the guest house lobby for a couple of minutes before catching a tuk-tuk to head home. Then I reached for my phone and realized I did not have it. I mentioned to the people at the desk that I thought I had left it in the room, and they told me to go upstairs and check since the room had not been cleaned yet. So I ran up, had a quick look, and did not see it anywhere. Knowing where she was headed, I started walking toward the restaurant. It was a short distance away. When I got there, I looked around and did not see her at first. I glanced over the tables where people were sitting, it was an open air restaurant, and I was just about to ask one of the waiters if he had seen someone matching her description. Then suddenly I spotted them sitting at a table, her and her friend, and her friend had a customer with her as well. I walked over and told her I could not find my phone and asked if I could check her bag. I trust her, and I certainly was not accusing her of stealing it. What I thought might have happened was that, since we had both been drinking, when we were getting dressed, both of our phones had been lying out and maybe she accidentally put mine in her bag. When I saw that my phone was not inside after she opened it and showed me, I thanked her and told her not to worry about it. I was about to leave. She asked, “Where are you going?” and I said I was going back to the guest house to check again. She said she would come with me, but I insisted it was not necessary because I did not think she was involved in any way. I figured she wanted to come to show she had nothing to hide, and maybe she did not want the guest house staff to get the wrong impression in case she ever returned there with another customer. I told her a few times not to come, but she insisted, so we went together. When I got back to the guest house, I ran up to the floor where the room was, and the maid was standing in the corridor. She said, “Oh, here is your phone,” and pulled it out of her pocket. She told me I had left it on a dark table near the bed, which was the same color as the phone, so when I checked earlier, I had missed it. I handed her some cash to thank her for her honesty and kindness, then went back downstairs. I took the girl back to the restaurant in a tuk-tuk, which I had caught earlier from the guest house. I dropped her off so she could rejoin her friend, and when she got out, I gave her the rest of the cash I had on me to make up for the inconvenience. I do not think there were any hard feelings, but I still felt awkward and apologized for dragging her back over something that turned out to be nothing. After she walked back inside, I sat there for a minute in the tuk-tuk before getting ready to head off. Her friend, who had been sitting with her earlier, came running out toward me. I was not sure what she wanted, but she just asked me if I had found my phone. I said yes, and she said, “Oh, okay,” and went back inside. She was a bit drunk too, and I was not sure why she ran out, but it seemed like a genuine moment of concern. Later that evening, I messaged the girl again to apologize. Her friend came up in the conversation, and she told me her friend had actually been thinking about giving me a slap in the face. I was glad she did not, because I really did not know how I would have reacted. I had originally thought her friend was being caring, but it turned out she was not. She must have thought I was accusing the girl of something. During our texts, the girl also said she was not a person who would steal a phone. I reassured her again that I never believed she was and that there was no need for her to have come back with me to the guest house. I explained that I thought we were just tipsy and that maybe the phone ended up in her bag by mistake. The whole situation was awkward, but our messages ended on a friendly note. Even so, I do not think I will meet up with her again. The whole thing just left a weird feeling. It was nobody’s fault, just one of those strange situations that happens sometimes. After all my time in Thailand, I have never lost or misplaced my phone in a situation like that. Things can go sideways fast, even when nobody has bad intentions. Just an awkward experience, and because of that, I do not think I will be seeing her again.

That's purely driven by American hubris. So they only have themselves to blame for that when believing that anyone who pretends to admire them is being sincere.

Yeah, and that Susan bit of kit of his has made over 4000 minging posts on the site too since 2021. What a tragedy, aye Don?

They have a lot in common actually. Both have at least seven troll accounts on the forum.