I was Moab's Washpot ,and

washed Moby's monster dick with...

lots of spit and polish

wanting fred back to pub

won't happen because of abuse

of members by selfseving moderaator

but live go's on even

when someone's life goes out

to Nana for drinks and

a side order of crabs

served by topless Issan lasses

with attractive starched white dirndls

wrapped around their brown waists

and knickerless crutches down below

put ladys garden on show

for inebriated farang escaping certain

surcomestances like the coming of

their wife and mia noi

to the municipal court of

misdemeanours and peccadillos requiring remuneration

an amount "up to you"

preferably in US dollars ,higher

than a Burmese hilltribe dwarf

eating his fathers favorite Yak

when it didn't produce milk

but they had rancid milk

they churned it into butter

and served to hippies travelling

on the mushroom fuelled trip

cheaper than overpriced diesel or