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Poll -- Who will cave first in the momentous China-USA trade war?
I voted Trump will cave of course. But if this escalates over time and neither caves then the pushback in the US would result in Trump calling for martial law. That would be his only chance to try to match Xis oppression of his own people -
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Thai Court Halts Nescafé Production and Imports Amidst Dispute
Do like the Red Nescafe 3in1 but there are a bunch of other brands out there gonna spread my wings - could be worse I could be American and it would just cost double -
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What Movies or TV shows are you watching (2025)
I was going to post it---thought it would be a crime one, people jumping bail---but no he is collecting souls ----- Use to think Kevin Bacon's acting --was just OK...but now he is heading down the same road as Nick Cage = crappy movies for $$$$$$- 1
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The Masseuse and One Twist Too Far - Now I'm Bent, Bruised, and Buggered
Well, lads, me back’s been proper buggered ever since I did meself in whilst faffing with me heavy suitcases gettin off the plane in Thailand. Not only that, I’ve been at them afternoon massages too much lately, you know the kind, nudge nudge, happy ending, all that lark. Fair play, they’re a good laugh, but not good for me bones and me spine’s screaming for a real job now, not just a quick rub and a tug now, mates. Nigel said this joint near me flat does the proper Nuad Chaloeisak, real Thai stuff with twists and cracks like a backstreet bone-setter. But Simon said it can leave you proper tender, though I reckoned I’d chance it anyway, gotta get me knackered back sorted. Walk in late yesterday evening, place stinks of tiger balm, cocoanut oil and lemongrass. Proper old bird at the desk gives me the once-over like I’m a lost tourist. I go, “Love, me back’s banjaxed, need a proper go, none of those funny tickles at the end though, yeah?” She nods, nips off, and next thing I’m flat on me face on this table, some lass one-third me size climbing on me like a bleedin’ lemur. Starts off alright, kneading me shoulders, digging into me hips, I’m thinking, “This ain’t half bad, might actually fix me.” Then she’s cracking me knuckles and bending me legs like I’m a sodding pretzel. Bit rough, but I ain’t whinging yet. Then comes the big finish, right? She’s got me arms yanked back, hands behind me noggin like I’m under arrest, and she does that special twist move, sharp as a butcher’s cleaver, proper chiropractor vibes. I hear a crack, feel summat give, and FFS lads, it’s like she’s snapped me in half. I yelp like a kicked pup, she just giggles and pats me head like I’m being too dramatic and that. Job’s done, I hobble out thinking it’ll ease up overnight after a good lie in. Nah mates, this morning I wake up and me side’s throbbing worse than a hangover after a month straight on the piss. Clock meself in the mirror, big purple bruise blooming on me ribs, mates, like I’ve gone ten rounds with Lennox himself. Can’t even roll out of bed without swearing me head off. Guess I won't be giving Percy a workout for a fortnight. Flopped here now, flat out in me sweaty kip, staring at the ceiling fan with a warm tin of Leo in hand, wondering why I didn’t just stick to a hot bath and a zoot. Next time I’m tempted to swap a dodgy rubdown for an “authentic realignment,” someone boot me in the wobbly bits and remind me I’m a proper numpty for chancing it, lads.
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