Half of the women in Phuket don't have underwear....ohhhh my god

Imagine the smell the will be and contamined all bars

Is he Arnold Layne as made famous by Pink Floyd???

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby

Collecting clothes

Moonshine washing line

They suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror

Distorted view, see through baby blue

Oh, Arnold Layne

It's not the same, takes two to know

Two to know, two to know

Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person.

They gave him time

Doors bang - chain gang - he hates it

Oh, Arnold Layne

It's not the same, takes two to know

Two to know, two to know

Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Don't do it again

Half of the women in Phuket don't have underwear....

Now you know why

In Japan they have vending machines that sell school girls used panties right out in public along side candy, coke, and cigarette machines as if it were a normal commodity.

CSI had an episode that was entirely devoted to a Panty Boutique that sold used panties for hundreds, even thousands of dollars that were vacuum packed to maintain their freshness. The women found dead was the one with the best smelling panties.

Judging from the photo, this guy was sitting on a gold mine, it's just too bad he didn't have the marketing skill to cash in. I guess getting caught didn't help much either.

"So what are you in for?"..."Ahhhh, well it's a long story."

Police did a body search on him and found he was wearing one..i guess more time in jail

This makes one perv caught red handed and about 5,000 ladies with pants down! The proportion is about correct:D

Prolific Panty Perv..... surely an nomination for thread title of the year

Classic Thai - gender confusion is rampant - a nut case who steals 5,000 underwear items gets ratted on by a lady boy head 'man'. That's enough to send you nuts up your back like a roller shutter blind!

brings to mind a tune by the quintessential Madness - In the Middle of the Night

Nice man George, newsagent on the corner,

Not very rich, but never any poorer,

Jaunty old George, a happy sixty-three,

Not very tall, but healthier than me.

He whistles timeless tunes as he saunters down the street,

Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet.

But in the middle of the night,

He steals through your garden,

Gives your hosiery a fright,

And doesn't say pardon.

As soft as a breeze,

With an arm full of underwear,

On his hands and knees,

Dreams about the knicker scare.

Hello there George, newsagent on the corner,

How's the old car, yes the climate's getting warmer,

Chatty old George as you get your morning paper,

Read about the knicker thief, underwear taker.

Bids you 'Good day', as you wander out the door,

Never closes early, always cleans the floor.

But when darkness hits the town,

And there's washing on your line,

Get your knickers down,

Before the dreaded sign.

When the clock strikes eight,

And you're snuggled up in bed,

He'll be at the garden gate,

Filling underwear with dread.

Nice man George, newsagent on the corner,

He was closed today, maybe gone to mow the lawn,

I had to go further down the road to get me current bun,

Hello - Isn't that George on page one ?

No it couldn't be, but yes it is,

Difficult to see from these photofits.

But they are after him,

Of that you can be sure,

They've called him on the phone,

They've knocked on his door.

a-But he's gone away,

Gone to stay with some mates,

He got the papers early,

And saw his own face.

he got "knickered" by the police

My god his home must stink of fish

Actually, it's horribly sad this story.  Imagine: what sort of life has the guy lived?  The only way he can relate to a woman (or to his own sexuality) is through a mountain of knickers.  (And just think of some of the smells in the unwashed knickers.)  He is as sad as guys who buy <i>Playboy</i> or watch the<i> Playboy</i> channel.   Lonely masturbatory fantasies.  He also lives in a culture that puts a "price" on a woman's head, so naturally he will never be able to see a woman <b>as</b> woman, but rather, only through the lens of some object.  <br><br>Life is cheap....<br>

men looking at naked women in magazines/porn, or as objects? say it isn't so.

and women never look at men as objects or as tools to be used

This beats stamp collecting, I suppose.

x2

If I had that many stored in my room I'd set up a trade system with the local beauties... Three for one if the knickers were traded in person.

My god his home must stink of fish

Don't think much of YOUR choice of lady friend.

Dont have, dont want and dont need one, luckily.

Fantastic headline and well done to the "the ladyboy village headman" &lt;deleted&gt;

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby

Collecting clothes

Moonshine, washing line

They suit him fine

On the wall, hung a tall mirror

Distorted view, see through baby blue

Oh, Arnold Layne

It's not the same, takes two to know

Two to know, two to know -

Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person.

They gave him time

Doors clang - chain gang - he hates it

Oh, Arnold Layne

It's not the same, takes two to know

Two to know, two to know

Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne Don't do it again

One of Syd's best tracks.

In Japan they have vending machines that sell school girls used panties right out in public along side candy, coke, and cigarette machines as if it were a normal commodity.

CSI had an episode that was entirely devoted to a Panty Boutique that sold used panties for hundreds, even thousands of dollars that were vacuum packed to maintain their freshness. The women found dead was the one with the best smelling panties.

Judging from the photo, this guy was sitting on a gold mine, it's just too bad he didn't have the marketing skill to cash in. I guess getting caught didn't help much either.

"So what are you in for?"..."Ahhhh, well it's a long story."

Reminds me of some of the various liberty ports I've been to back in my 'younger' days. Many places of interest would offer free panty albums along with a nice picture (face shot) of the owner. Of course all you had to do was properly compensate for the nightly company of the owners. Usually there was a minimum of five different owners in order to qualify for the free promotion goods. Now mind you, I never participated in this, only was a casual observer.

Fantastic headline and well done to the "the ladyboy village headman" &lt;deleted&gt;

maybe he had stolen a pair of the village heads ' briefs ' by mistake

His favorite panties were the ones that had skid marks on them, that would really get him excited sexually, when he sniffed them.

Along with ladyboys, this is very common in Thailand.

I thought you are one, no?

Totally awesome.

Thanks for the headline!

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OMG, a Triple P Bad boy?

555! Too funny

That's got to be a 150cm mound of undies!! holy crap!

They should fine him a couple of knicker (Britsh pounds for you yanks) and let him go.

Personally I think the more women with no panties the better:lol:

Headline writer went wacky with wittiness...why?

Where's the alliteration police when you need them?

UFB

so do the owners get to come and collect their garmets?

Yes, all the undies will be displayed on a long footpath in the centre of town, owners as well as non-owners will form a massive queue in order to get what they want, and all of them will obviously claim that they are the original owners, wearers, and washers of the garments.

However in order to prevent any disorder and thieving, the police will deploy a brigade of male officers in order to enforce prove of ownership and since invoices / receipts are no longer available, the assembled females must show to the cops that the knickers they claim to own do indeed fit correctly to their bodies, so that the cops can confirm and approve their ownership.... not an easy task for the lads... what !