Copying the Ian Forbes photo that he has posted some 14 odd times (the one with the banana leaf bigger than him) to my photo archive.

Absolutely zany. Crazy. Wacko.

If I get any worse, just take me out behind the barn and shoot me.

Sawasdee Khrup, TeeVee Friends,

About two-and-half-years ago, when my human was as skinny as he's ever been (as in gaunt : thanks to radiation and chemotherapy), he visited Dr. Tawatchai's clinic on Loi Kroh about 7PM in the evening.

I was still seeing the good Dr. Tawatchai (who's a fine GP) for issues on maintaining my immune system; he was an "auxiliary resource," so to speak for my primary oncologist. At that point my human was still resisting taking any opiates for pain, and my entire mouth was in a state equivalent to a second-degree burn, so I wanted to ask Dr. T. about alternatives. Besides, just seeing and talking with Dr. T., for my human, is good medicine in itself

It was quite crowded in the clinic, old, young, babies, toddlers; there was a long wait. I saw Dr. Tawatchai; he prescribed some xanax, which actually did have a nice effect (my human form doesn't like opiates).

While standing at the counter to pay the bill, and pick up my meds, my khaki shorts fell down to the floor exposing my superman-logo jockey-shorts : my waist had shrunk so much

There was quite a bit of laughter in the room following that. Our psychic powers tell us that some of you are already thinking about whether we might make a habit of "dropping trow" : the answer be : "no" (well, okay, there was a night around eight years ago when I took a visiting friend to the Spotlight Bar, and he bet me a 1000 baht I wouldn't strip to my underwear and dance on stage (1000 baht paid).

best, ~o:37;

While standing at the counter to pay the bill, and pick up my meds, my khaki shorts fell down to the floor exposing my superman-logo jockey-shorts : my waist had shrunk so much

Oh my! Poor you! But that image is just brilliant!

Few years ago: Drove west, got lost, flipped my jeep, took about five hours to rally villagers together to flip it back on its wheels, ended up in a hilltribe village as guest of the cheif who proceeded to slaughter a pig, the chief was so impressed with my bottle of Absolut citron he put it on his mantlepeice with his religious things, then we found out we were deep in Burma (with two farang friends) without passport, got into poo with soldiers, escorted back to Thailand...very sheepish!

I was walking down Kochasarn Road one night when a huge American stepped into a hole, twisted his leg and fell flat on his face on the sidewalk.

I think that was me, Monsieur.

Edit: Nevermind. I'm not huge, though I am a bit bigger than the typical Thai guy.