Where is he? Any guesses or conjecture or inheritance winners?

Tired of waiting for an invitation; he's off and joined a clique with better cottons and more chances of kissing Hefferlumps.

^ @ limpy:

:Jet, he was posting all over the place yesterday and the day before.

You just wait, Fluffy, he's going to go missing. This is my MIA premonition thread.

He is gone missing. He's gone to Cambo, where there's no tinternet! Back in a couple of weeks.

Hehehe. Lets make up stories & create urban legneds about him while he is not here to defend himself!

Farangsay... Ah Farangsay, What can I say about this Farang.

I remember years ago... must have been in the early 60's. He and I used to go cruising round the streets of Bangkok, high as kites - cos he was always popping tabs, smoking Jay's... doing all the drugs really - and we'd wander around, and he was a cool guy to hang out with, but a burden all the same. For although my preference lies with women, he'd just get all this attention from young Thai Males. And it would happen night after night, day after day. And often, when I was in the mood to smoke another doobie, I'd turn to him and say, "shall I skin one up, ol' pal?"

But he wouldn't be there.. time and again, this would happen.

Instead some nearly mute thai guy would tell me that Farangsay had gone upstairs with a young man, and should be back in twenty minutes so...

And he would do this five or six times a day.

I remember one time, back in the 70's, we was in amsterdam, hanging out.

Day after day he'd get so rat-arsed he'd end up peeing in his pants and I'd have to carry his pee-stained arse back to the hostel every night.

In the eighties, we'd meet up from time to time in different islands.. Bahama's, Curacao, then there was the Maldives trip... Oh deary me...

I'd better not get into details, but it ended badly between him and some young island boy. I had to take farangsay to the hospital to have a pineapple extracted from his nether regions...

Oh dear, have I said too much?

No, not enough!!!

Well that will open a can of worms!

Farangsay... Ah Farangsay, What can I say about this Farang.

I remember years ago... must have been in the early 60's. He and I used to go cruising round the streets of Bangkok, high as kites - cos he was always popping tabs, smoking Jay's... doing all the drugs really - and we'd wander around, and he was a cool guy to hang out with, but a burden all the same. For although my preference lies with women, he'd just get all this attention from young Thai Males. And it would happen night after night, day after day. And often, when I was in the mood to smoke another doobie, I'd turn to him and say, "shall I skin one up, ol' pal?"

But he wouldn't be there.. time and again, this would happen.

Instead some nearly mute thai guy would tell me that Farangsay had gone upstairs with a young man, and should be back in twenty minutes so...

And he would do this five or six times a day.

I remember one time, back in the 70's, we was in amsterdam, hanging out.

Day after day he'd get so rat-arsed he'd end up peeing in his pants and I'd have to carry his pee-stained arse back to the hostel every night.

In the eighties, we'd meet up from time to time in different islands.. Bahama's, Curacao, then there was the Maldives trip... Oh deary me...

I'd better not get into details, but it ended badly between him and some young island boy. I had to take farangsay to the hospital to have a pineapple extracted from his nether regions...

Oh dear, have I said too much?

you forgot to mention his 3 month stint in pattaya where he hired the services of a ladyboy, unfortunately he was brutally beaten and robbed, his wallet, passport, everything went missing.

Its a time in his life he would rather forget but anyway, the short story is he had to sell his body (passively) to save up for the airfare back to his home country.

he was buying petroleum jelly by the bucketload. one of his strange idiosyncrasies was that he collected the labels from these buckets, all 135 in fact.

poor farangsay was torn apart by the whole ordeal.

At least he seems to have his kleptomania under control. However, the 345 outstanding warrants from his visits to ladies underwear stores will still bring him down when they catch him in Albania.

Well that will open a can of worms!

How did you know about that, it was supposed to be a secret.

I spent six months teasing the red ones (he only likes the red ones) out of my grounds into storage jars, then they are washed and given a thorough dowsing in talcum powder (not prickly heat powder, that stings apparently) and then starched. I hang the jars on a sort of railway post hook at the bottom of my driveway and young Cambodian boys on motorcys collect them at around 3am without stopping to take them to his secret location.