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That's a different Chi River than the one in the OP. Rather confusing, but there are two of them. The one in the OP is the longest river that is wholly in Thailand, and is to the north of the Mun. The one forming part of the Buriram-Surin border is to the south of the Mun, (indicated by the red arrow) and flows roughly northwards into it. The water in this one was almost level with the bridge where 226 crosses it yesterday (Thursday), and the whole of 226 was flooded closer to Surin, just past the ring road junction. The Robinson carpark also added a paddling pool experience to my shopping trip.

He's done it: "Russian President Vladimir Putin formally announced the Kremlin’s intention to annex nearly a fifth of Ukraine in blatant violation of international law. Once the process is officially complete, Moscow will recognize four Ukrainian regions as Russian territory: Luhansk and Donetsk – home to two Russian-backed breakaway republics where fighting has been ongoing since 2014 – as well as Kherson and Zaporizhzhia, two areas in southern Ukraine that have been occupied by Russian forces since shortly after the invasion began." Putin announces illegal annexation of Ukrainian regions, pledging people there will become Russian citizens 'forever' | CNN

Stop joking. My friend was a great hue man being. I've had the blues since he's been gone, and my eulogy at his funeral brought the house brown.

My mates called me tight, so I decided to buy them a beer to prove I'm not. Turns out they wanted one each!

Due to a mix up in the Urology department at the hospital, Orange Juice is off the Breakfast menu today.

Breaking news: Inspector Clouseau has caught minkypox.

My mate bet me £10 that I couldn't do a Butterfly impression. I thought, that's got to be worth a little flutter.

I'm in trouble with the wife. We were in bed and she asked what I would like to do most with her body. Apparently "Identify it" wasn't the right answer.

There's been an explosion at the paint factory where my mate works. He's missing, presumed red.

In a similar vein to the previous...

It might have helped if they had have stuck this on it

Well, luckily I don't have to choose. My grandfathers were both on the right side in WWII. (Right, as in correct, not right as in fascist).

If everyone through history had that attitude we'd all still be living under a feudal system, slaving away for the local lord, or in a colony under an imperial occupation. There's always the option to protest - if there are enough brave people about.

Richard Gere was on the most recent series of Who Do You Think You Are. They went back to his Great Great Grandfather who was the worlds first ventriloquist - his first name was Gottler, apparently.

Who’s in favour of bringing back Roman numerals? I for one!

In the town I live, everyone wears a jumper two sizes too small. Its a tight knit community.

Sadly, my pet duck died, and I told the vet to organise the cremation. When I said send me the bill that was not what I expected.

I took up playing Scrabble with my wife. I don't really like the game, but it's the only chance I have to get a word in.

I'm feeling a bit gutted today. I honestly thought my entry would win the giant butterfly competition. I told everyone I would win... Me and my big moth!

Four old guys are walking down a street in London. They turn a corner and see a sign that says, Old Timer's Bar - ALL DRINKS 10p. They look at each other and then go in, thinking, this is too good to be true. The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, "Come on in and let me pour one for you! What'll it be, gentlemen?" There's a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a pint of bitter. In no time the bartender serves up four frothing pints of bitter, and says, "That'll be 10p each, please." The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other. Not believing their good luck. They pay the 40p, finish their Pints, and order another round. Again, four excellent pints are produced, with the bartender again saying, "That's 40p, please." They pay the 40p, but their curiosity gets the better of them. They've each had two pints and haven't even spent a £1 yet. Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve a pint of Bitter as good as this for a 10p a piece?" "I'm a retired tailor," the bartender says, "and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for £25 million and decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10p. Wine, liquor, beer. It's all the same." "Wow! That's some story!" one of the men says. As the four of them sip at their pints of beer, they can't help noticing seven other people at the end of the bar who don't have any drinks in front of them and haven't ordered anything the whole time they've been there. Nodding at them, one of the men asks the bartender, "What's with those guys?" "They're retired people from Yorkshire", says the barman. "They're waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price"

As kids we used to throw Scrabble tiles at each other, until our Mum shouted " stop it before someone loses an i "

Went to the hardware store and asked an assistant if they had any Jubilee clips ?" He said "no, but we have some footage of the funeral"

If it's a choice between a WWII German soldier and a dog as my grandfather, I'll take the dog thanks.