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Eighty Years Since the Liberation of Bergen-Belsen
In Philip K. Dick's novel The Man in the High Castle he paints a scenario where the Allies lost WWII, and the US is divided in half by Japan and Germany. In this world, Germany has two priorities they are rigorously pursuing, to the point of possibly bankrupting their country: colonizing outer space and continuing the Holocaust until complete eradication. He contrasts this with the Japanese who he depicts as curious and simpatico, and that they are quite aware that the reasons the Germans detest the Jews could easily be applied to them, and perhaps someday will be. It's an easy read that involves a lot of thought. No comment on the teevee movie they made a few years ago, as I didn't see it. -
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Why, Oh Why: has the Left turned on Elon? No more gravy-train?
Sounds kinky. What about comparing the crunch sound of different chip brands, investigating why fridge light bulbs never burn out, ranking cloud shapes by personality type, trying to decode dog facial expressions during sleep, questioning why shoelaces only untie in public, debating the true purpose of belly buttons, logging dream-to-wake transition times, testing how many grapes fit in your mouth without chewing, wondering if socks feel betrayal when mismatched, and analyzing the flirtation habits of garden gnomes??? -
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Mrs. Robinson: Did you have one in your life? I had one in my teens. Great...!
Dear Folks, Now that I am very old, I think back to some of the very better times in my life. And, one of the most delicious experiences in my short life is the time I was seduced by a Mrs. Robinson. She was a neighbor of mine, and I had liked her for some years. And then, when I turned 17, and while she was still a ripe 50-year-old, she came on to me. But, she would never have done so...unless.... I had not set it up. You see, I had been showing off to her my virile young oarsman body, at the time. I was very muscular, from all that rowing in high school, 6-months per year. And, I suggested that she allow me to dig up a stump of a tree in her front yard, while she watched from her porch... Sipping a Stinger. I was pounding away at the stump with a pickax, swinging the tool, barebreasted, far over my head and then down.... With a great THUD....dirt particles flying, and the earth shaking. I know that she could feel the shudder of the ground under her, as she lay on her lawn chair.... On her front porch. I knew that she was lubricating, just by the glaze in her eyes, which never left my torso. The sweat, as I worked the stump, ran down my body, just as her gaze ran all over me... From my head to my toe, and mostly always returning to my loins, which were ... Bulging just as much as my biceps. I knew she was mine, from that moment forth. And, in the end, she agreed to sit in my MG, one late evening, as we raced down the .... Schuylkill Expressway toward Boat-House Row.... She asked me if she could hold my hand. I was not about to refuse her. She was my best chum's mom, after all...and... It was the very least I could do for her. I was so happy to know her. And so, I just wonder: Do most of us recall the Mrs. Robinson in our lives, now that we are old? I will never forget her. Best regards, Gamma Note: Oh, Yes.... Mrs. Robinson....Ripe for a good drubbing from some young stud....like me, and you...I guess.... Life is so mysterious. -
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Coolest bars in Bangkok
Why are you in Australia pretending to be in Asia, Susan? -
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Updates and events in the War in Ukraine 2025
It certainly does sound like your entertained by it. Thanks
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