farangbah

Runember when that cute little gay boy from Sunee tried to buy me a beer and I refused it because I was drinking another brand of beer at the time and he then went back and bought me that brand...? What a dick I was...

It's a valid and oft asked question, Rogue. I went to Koh Samet recently, but have yet to get to Chang. One reason is it's farther. So, if time constraints or general travel time are an issue, Samet would be a better choice. I had a good time there. I was with someone, but did spot enough of ours to feel that I could subsist there for a while if necessary. And don't count on the weather, anywhere. Not around this time, anyways... Good luck. Have fun...

Those pre-mixed water bottles of SangsomCoke are actually a great deal. ...if you like your mixers flat and your drinks warm.

I am a Big Member. Says so right to the immediate left of these very words...

Good post, but a little unfair to lump the entire country of Mexico under the "d" word, Unc. There are some absolutely serene places yet. But then again, you are a crotchety old American. So, you're just playing to type. (love you!)

Success. Failure. You gents have been hoist with your own petard. So, I appeal to you guys to take a moment to think about it. Is what you've put forth so far really representative? Is there nothing better being said on the streets of London or in the back parlour [sic] rooms? Your most humble and obedient servant, farangbah the fooker

Works a treat for me in proper American, without that extraneous "u" rubbish... ... but I lost interest in this thread long ago, as it hasn't lived up to its OP. You fookin' coonts haven't shown us fuck all that's useful, or at least interesting. To wit, Lung's little exposition a while back on what it means to be a (London) geezer -- that was edifying. This thread, like most others before it, is basically guys alienating more than educating.

So good to have you back, Unc...

So, BM-A goes with LB, and they continue communications, perhaps from afar. BM-A gets to askin' LB about her current johns, establishing rapport in that he shows no signs of jealousy. And so LB is all too happy to be provocative and dish the dirt about BMs B, C, and D. BM-A puts two and two together as to who the other BMs are on the forums and tells everybody about it...?

I'll volunteer my free hand for that... And that's payday, bitches!

Shit! I forgot about that flier. And they certainly didn't bring it to our attention, after we bought our second drinks...

Looks as if there's no thread here on this yet. Darkside Bar is a new LB bar in BKK. Walking on Soi 33 away from Sukhumvit, make a right turn on your second sub-soi, and it's down on the left (still has the name of the former bar on the sign, but they're working on it, apparently). Guys like Socrates and Bkkldby have given this place their endorsement so, as I was in the neighborhood, I popped in last night with a friend of mine. They had spoken about the welcoming atmosphere and cheap, good pours. The place is more along a lounge style. It's not a small space, and with the lights mostly off, it gave a feel of the place being closed. The owner was indeed a friendly chap, though mostly preoccupied with his two other customers. The drinks, though cheap, at I believe about 100bt, were not as voluminous as reported. In fact, by my second Jameson Rocku, I had to ask for a splash of water just to make it a mouthful. The now-famous Yumi is reported to be working there, but she was nowhere in sight. There were a few new LBs there, though nothing to my taste. Looked like the proprietor gave a walk-through to two potential employees while I was there. And I think I may have even been heckled by one of the few staff as I left (apparently, only a fool would not want to go with her). You always wanna hope for the best for a new LB venue. Let's hope they make it through the growing pains stage, and see what happens...

I believe this is from the New York Times, guys. (it's a good idea, gents, to get in the habit of always citing sources at the top of any article...)

Think I just left it in there hoping someone might use if for "butt- " someday...

Bangkok's a lot better -- those other places are too farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Looks like the NFL is back on True Vision Sports this year. That should be good news to some of you...

Had a mind to do that very thing the other day. Alas, she was already tethered to some drunk asleep in his cups. She really looks good now that she's ditched the whiteface...

Guilty, M'Lord. Though, I do prefer her latest spelling: "Zeck" -- let's go with it...

Chin up, my b-league-ered mates. Don't let them take away your enjoyment. There's still beauty to be found in the Beautiful Game. And finding it is still a small "W" for the factory workers...

Myself and a friend of ours strolled in at about 3PM yesterday, and there were at least fifteen girls in there, all awake, vertical, in uniform, and ready to mingle. And by no means the B-Team, either -- Sammi, Yuki, Cartoon, some newbies I'd never seen before. Music was on, pool was being played. And Khun Noon arrived shortly thereafter. Props.

You guys are livin' large.

Yes, yes, I too had a shit phone when I came here on holiday, wise guys. I'd hazard a guess the phone you use at home is slightly less ridiculous.

Thanks for the comments, gents. It was indeed therapeutic to purge the story... Hindsight is 20/20, as they say, Slick Willie ma boy. Believe me, I was beating myself up all afternoon the next day at what I lost over a few dollars. But like I said, she went about it all wrong with her attitude, and it rubbed me the wrong way. I can only conclude that he was an associate of GDS. I don't think he was connected to the paperboy or that the paperboy had tried to contact me.

I met up with Pittsburgh yesterday morning, as promised. After a long day of telling me, “Man, your phone is gone,” the look on his face when I produced it was priceless. And it only got better as I retold the story, over a Beer Lao, of course. He couldn’t believe GDS was a villain in our tale (but then again, he’s perhaps not the brightest -- he hadn’t even realized she had Down Syndrome. He just thought she was a lesbian). Apparently, she didn’t even work at the bar. And here I sit a day later. I still can’t believe I got my phone back, untouched, and for what amounted to a little beer money as a thank you to the “police”. If you ever find yourself in Vientiane, one, step lively, and two, go to GQ bar, around the corner from Sam Lo bar, and you and Lay have a drink on me. That’s a promise. Just make sure you tell Lay who it’s from. And please let him suck your dick. You’d be doing me a favor. And it might even keep you out of trouble.

There is nothing official-looking about the place or the men, whatsoever. But they obviously hold some sort of sway, as the LBs wouldn’t be sitting there otherwise. In front of the guy with the beer, who is perhaps head honcho, and es muy macho, there are a few random trinkets – could these be confiscated items from the LBs? That there looks like a mobile. And, is… that… an iPhone? It’s an iPhone. Is it an iPhone? Yes, it’s definitely an iPhone. Is that a black case? Yes, it is. Is that the little discolored chip off the corner of my iPhone’s case? Yes, it is. That is my fucking iPhone sitting in front of the beer-drinking muy macho head honcho at 4am and he’s drinking his beer and shooting the breeze. I consider nabbing it and making a run for it. If they’re like some other asians I know, they’ll maybe just look on with a blank stare and watch me go, not getting off their asses in pursuit. But I decide not to take that chance yet. And Lay, who’s situated on their side of the table, by the way, knows where I’m staying. Eventually they call my little paperboy up to sit next to me. The tension is so thick between us it feels like when Predator puts on his shield and gets all blurry, you could almost see it. She says she took it because I wouldn’t pay her. They take her into another room and my mind starts to wander, thinking of all the naughty things they might be doing to her, but they came back too soon for it to have been anything good. Another dude, sitting next to Lay, presumably takes down the whole story, in painstakingly-slow freehand, on blank paper, as we both sit there and eventually sign it. And thus, after more than an hour of sweating it out, my phone was handed over to me. I turn it on, and though now in Thai language, there was the beautiful prompt to receive my passcode – the remote block had worked after all. And Lay was indeed my gay savior, as we walked away arm in arm into the sunrise, after one crazy weekend in Vientiane.