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Hold on Pardner - I made a commitment many years ago to never utter the name 'M--y' (Long gone Wife 3 - thank f**k). ! Carry on without me !

Jerry Jeff Walker - went Buddha - October 23rd.

Well nobody got it right - so here's the answer. !

Cheers for that ! Have you watched Sacha Baron Cohen in 'The Spy' - excellent.

It's not missing - it's up on the roof !

I'm still sifting through the answers ! 5555

Guess which Jomtien ladyboy has the biggest shoes !

Heeeere's Teya. !

Cannot edit posts ! No prob' mind !

Yes. !

Gordon Brown has a glass eye ! Not many people know that. ! Eye Eye !

something about this!!!!. Also known as a 'Woodie' - a stiff prick ! 55555 https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=woodie

Lets cut to the chase - Teya tonight !

Happy Trails QG.

" Under the new emergency measures, gatherings of five or more people have been banned" Not much chance of 5 in a bar in Pattaya ! Quote and pic from The Guardian. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/oct/15/thailand-uses-emergency-decree-to-ban-gatherings-after-bangkok-protests

In 1994 I headed for Cuba. Marvellous. Beautiful black girls. I arranged to meet one that night and waited for her on Rue Jose Marti (the Cuban poet who wrote Guantanemara). Not the best lit street - i thought i saw my date heading towards me waving. A pretty thing in a white party dress. About a yard away I spotted it was a bloke in a frock! A brave bloke too - this sort of behaviour in Cuba would cost him 20 years in the chokey if caught. My girl did arrive and we went to her parents shack. A 2 storey shed. As we climbed the ladder upstairs her father turned the radio up loud. I gave her Yankee Dollars - she gave me Scabies!

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This is he ! https://www.kansascity.com/news/local/crime/article179883836.html?fbclid=IwAR3MC4Tr_oLs78c0Cpt9n-jC7geZJ4dMt6pvIStqMUEk_LdODpr87lAMZGg

Ah - Back to normal ! I continue:- Many years ago I stayed awhile on Koh Chang - just a few guest houses there and hardly any road - but a number of beach bars. Staggering back one night after a rake of Mekong Whiskey I felt stirrings in the trouser department. I sprinted into the nearest beach bar and headed for the toilet. Phew - just in time to abandon the jeans and squat over the open bog. Much relief. Then I took stock and realised there was - as expected no bog paper. Peering outside there I spotted a line of freshly washed clothes - no doubt belonging to the hairy arsed backpackers who were flopping at this beach shack. As is well known backpackers arrive with a $50 note and a clean shirt - and it's two weeks before they change either. 'Nuff said. Swiped and wiped with a crisp fresh shirt. Sorted.