...where are you tutsi ?

here I yam, my darling...I'm never too far away and tune in most evenings to see what's goin' on...but I ain't got much to say when in work mode in saudi...I'll be back home on leave next month and in party mode when the vodka loosens the tongue, etc...

I posted in Moss' Pride and Prejudice thread to encourage folks to read material other than TV but then Thad turns around and bad mouths Thomas Hardy (I quite enjoyed The Mayor of Casterbridge when I read it last year, complicated plot for a Hardy story)...

I also wanted to impress sbk who also posted on the thread by declaring my attraction to a class lady like Emma Thompson but didn't get too far, apparently...

got any recent photos?

Did you go dry for 22 years then tutsi?

got any recent photos?

Tutsie, i put on a couple of pounds...do you still luv me?

here I yam, my darling...I'm never too far away and tune in most evenings to see what's goin' on...but I ain't got much to say when in work mode in saudi...I'll be back home on leave next month and in party mode when the vodka loosens the tongue, etc...

I posted in Moss' Pride and Prejudice thread to encourage folks to read material other than TV but then Thad turns around and bad mouths Thomas Hardy (I quite enjoyed The Mayor of Casterbridge when I read it last year, complicated plot for a Hardy story)...

I also wanted to impress sbk who also posted on the thread by declaring my attraction to a class lady like Emma Thompson but didn't get too far, apparently...

got any recent photos?

I liked Mayor of Casterbridge too, so nvm the peons toots

got any recent photos?

Tutsie, i put on a couple of pounds...do you still luv me?

Gawd....at least do your nails eek!

smokie36, on 11 Mar 2013 - 17:00, said:

Did you go dry for 22 years then tutsi?

whaa? 22 years? what book is that from?...

nah, never been dry fer longer than 6 months which was once last time in saudi a few years ago...now (when at home only) I binge for a few days and then go dry for a few and thusly don't drink all the time...

got any recent photos?

Tutsie, i put on a couple of pounds...do you still luv me?

sure, sugar...sure...I gots a way wid de large gals...I got drunk with a full figured classmate from my English Lit survey class at Fullerton JC and we then had sex on a golf course in Yorba Linda...

she was in my World Lit class too...she later transferred to UC Santa Cruz; I switched to latin american history and ended up at SF State...

got any recent photos?

Tutsie, i put on a couple of pounds...do you still luv me?

sure, sugar...sure...I gots a way wid de large gals...I got drunk with a full figured classmate from my English Lit survey class at Fullerton JC and we then had sex on a golf course in Yorba Linda...

she was in my World Lit class too...she later transferred to UC Santa Cruz; I switched to latin american history and ended up at SF State...

Move over, Tutsi!! Eek's my gal now. I've always had a hunkering love for chicks with dimpled kneecaps. The turn on of my dreams!!

More pics, eek . . . puhleeeeez!!!

got any recent photos?

Tutsie, i put on a couple of pounds...do you still luv me?

Gawd....at least do your nails eek!

Nice surgery from that fall eek:)

and now...here I yam vigorously posting all over the place on TV but is there a greeting or a word of encouragement from our celebrated scottish and fabulously gammed motorcycle girl?

OH, NOOOO!!!

'tutsi where are you and I miss you' is revealed as a cruel joke!!!

and then...tutsi is in a downtown bar and there is the clunk, clunk, clunk of motorcycle boots on the floorboards and a whiff of perfume and motorcycle leather and then he looks up from his beer as a female scottish burr has purred: 'you missin' somethin', man?

(I wish...as there is no sign of Ms eek who flippantly diddles with the emotions of sick old men...)

Tutsi..im so utterly sorry for my lack of attention in your direction...thing is, i was recently presented with this fabulous glasses..and the world has changed for me....

,,,,i now see every man as Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp, with the body of an Adonis...

I am in Paradise.

The problem is, i need to find a second pair to present to a man..but with certain restrictions in that he sees all other women as his mother or some vile abomination and i, the most beautiful creature in his bespectacled eyes, am the only one holding his gaze. Alas..i think it may be a fruitless quest.

However, in the mean time, i am very much enjoying my visual feast..as you can see by my very happy grin.

My sincere apologies my dear..but you know..sometimes women need to enjoy some eye-candy too...and i dont know how long this effect will last for, so forgive me for so being indulgent.

(tutsi hurls himself to the floor, prostrate with gratitude...) 'my darling! please let me be the object of yer be-goggled scrutiny as I won't be able to live otherwise!...'

but then on further scrutiny of the photo I find that you have one ob dem stupid telephones and that yer date fer the evening is a hairy t-shirted brute...and, egad!!! (mmmmm, but dem feminine shoulders, graceful neck and hair do something that I can't control...wobble, wobble...)

blether! ye gots t'help me out over here!

That's a terrible photo....... The guy in the background is pissing on the floor.

That's a terrible photo....... The guy in the background is pissing on the floor.

tutsi wrings his hands and collapses: 'ooohhh! nooohhh!!!...' (nightmare images of big hairy arms manhandling ms eek and guys pissing on the floor in the background and 'HAW! HAW! HAW!'...) and tutsi needs his medication...

then the little niece appears with little fists on hips and sez: 'don't look at that disgusting stuff on the internet, uncle tutsi...you are unwell...' and then she helps me up to bed and there is the infant grand daughter who empties a beverage on me heid and squeals with delight and then the niece looks around and gets all the kids in the house to create a protective cover around tutsi to prevent the intrusion of the harsh realities of the dark, dirty earth to do any further damage...

'when in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...'

I notice you are drinking lighr. The real stuff will put hairs on your chest and you will see better quicker. Sometimes you can see two of what you look at.

I notice you are drinking lighr. The real stuff will put hairs on your chest and you will see better quicker. Sometimes you can see two of what you look at.

once you've seen them gams then tits are a secondary consideration...

I notice you are drinking lighr. The real stuff will put hairs on your chest and you will see better quicker. Sometimes you can see two of what you look at.

Personally I dislike lighr.

I'll drink beer, the occasional bottle of wine and - once in a blue moon - a short (brandy).

But lighr is just too mind-bending for me.

hey humph, where ye been?

I posted about the Mekong mangroves in the mango forum that ye might wanna have a look at...

('Mekong mangroves in the mango forum?' rolls right offa the tongue...)

Hi tutsie wootsie..

whats new?

hey, doll...what shakes? I'm back at the ranch on leave from saudi, drinkin' vodka an' eatin' bacon sarnies...and this time I came by way of Paris where I saw mon fils and we hanged around and went shopping for school clothes for him and I got emotionally entangled with a fake leather jacket at the levis store on the Champs d'Elysees...

ah, Paris; one can easily think romantically of ms eek while sipping le vin rouge in a cafe on a magnificent boulevard or even while at the boulangerie purchasing baguettes for one's humble repas...and in the manner and grace of the many passing beautiful jeune filles tres jolie who I imagine smiling and whispering 'voulez vous courgette avec moi, ce soir?...' there is a vision of ms eek...

and while I always believed Betty Boop to be one of the sexiest women of all time (seriously) there would be nothing to compare with a recent photo...ye gots one, babe?

I got a good tan tuts...but ive been eating a lot of chocolate lately..

like we say in Paris: 'oooo, la la...'

(now...want rear aspect...with buttocks towering...(grunt)...)

('but, how does she manage the motorbike wid gear like that?'...'she's takin' the piss, you fool...she saw y'comin' wid de photo business..., Betty Boop was the bait...ms eek is from Paris and is well known locally as a femme fatale')

oh, boo hoo...I shoulda known I was bein' set up for the fall...a sick old man with braces (suspenders) holding up his ragged trousers and I just wanted to boogie an' get it on wid cute girls like her motorcycle pals, I got victim written on me foreheid...but I can't be blamed too much; consider the elaborate subterfuge of a parisienne femme fatale masquerading as a scottish motorcycle girl in SE Asia? even James Bond couldn't get his heid around that one...

I guess that I'll just haveta finish me vodka and bacon sarnie and go back to saudi...there to die miserably in the heat and squalor of a power station building site in the desert...and the south asian laborers will be heard to say: 'and he kept callin' out a name with his last breath, sounded like: 'ms eek'...'

and did no one see my attempt at humor with: 'voulez vous courgette avec moi, ce soir' when it should have been: 'coucher avec moi'...sorta like sayin': 'let's go back to my house an' mess around wid the big zucchini...' yuk, yuk, yuk...

whaaa? that's not funny?...there's goddam conspiracy around here, goddamit...I'se de 2012 ThaiVisa Poster of the Year an' alla youse gots to respect me...

(Cody Jarrett ascends the flammable liquid storage tank amid a raging inferno and slides the rack on the 12 gage, ready to fire...)

It was so funny tuts that i fell off my chair.
Seeing as my ass is now on the rather quantitative side my fall resulted in a small tremor.
Which in turn joogled much of my interior items, causing some minor damage.

It wiped the smile off my face sharpish, and i set about sorting the mess.

I most literally have been the butt of my own joke.

holy jezuz...please forgive me, my darling...I meant no harm...please get well soon...

(in the meantime, maybe you could post a photo revealing the extent of your wounds to your lower extremities?...so that we all can offer the necessary best wishes and sympathy accordingly...)

hey, doll...what shakes? I'm back at the ranch on leave from saudi, drinkin' vodka an' eatin' bacon sarnies...and this time I came by way of Paris where I saw mon fils and we hanged around and went shopping for school clothes for him and I got emotionally entangled with a fake leather jacket at the levis store on the Champs d'Elysees...

ah, Paris; one can easily think romantically of ms eek while sipping le vin rouge in a cafe on a magnificent boulevard or even while at the boulangerie purchasing baguettes for one's humble repas...and in the manner and grace of the many passing beautiful jeune filles tres jolie who I imagine smiling and whispering 'voulez vous courgette avec moi, ce soir?...' there is a vision of ms eek...

and while I always believed Betty Boop to be one of the sexiest women of all time (seriously) there would be nothing to compare with a recent photo...ye gots one, babe?

I do not believe it. A whole post from tutsi with no mention of his niece.

niece?...whaaa?...there are a number of narrative devices that one must use many times to create dialog that wouldn't be there otherwise and etc...

but,, yeah...the little niece is gettin' big and I haven't been at home long enough for me to distract her from her routine and hopefully later she will find time to use me as a trampolene and become my household muse as in the past...

she still sleeps next to me as she has done since infancy and is usually asleep when I come up to retire and then I gaze upon her little sleeping face before turning off the light...but she'll be 11 y.o. in a few months so that there won't be much more of that, to my everlasting sorrow...the wife has done up the 'big girl's room' where her older cousins have stayed next door in anticipation...

but...only her uncle tutsi can protect her from 'the ghosts' at night...such that it would be a contradiction to say that tutsi is a troll or a bogeyman on thaivisa...

Tutsi couldn't be a troll, as trolls disappear in daylight, and that unfortunately, is something that Tutsi refused to do - at least according to Rainer.