" I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back
Pair a khaki pants with my shoe shined black.
Got a little lady...Walk the street
Telling all the boys she cain't be beat.
Twenny dollah bill ( I can set you straight )
Meet me onna corner boy'n don't be late.
Man in a suit with a bow-tie neck
Wanna buy a grunt with a third party check.
Standin' onna porch of the Lido Hotel
Floozies in the lobby love the way I sell:
Hot meat
Hot rats
Hot cats
Hot ritz
Hot roots
Hot soots
........etc"
Last edited by Seekingasylum; 30-11-2015 at 12:31 PM.
And so begins another fun filled day at gent towers...
Wading through the mire of detritus that collects here in Thailand actually makes me feel quite good about myself - using the dross as a daily reference point simply confirms one's own belief one is a superior being.
Folk dribbling on about their whore experiences and how they use them as a means of gaining an insight into Thai society is always amusing.
^That Gullivers story where you got outsmarted by a chickenhead was amusing. Take that back, it was fucking HILARIOUS
Yes, trawling through stories about the country's lowest common denominator and posting as if 70 million people are the same.Originally Posted by Seekingasylum
What sort of jaundiced dimwit would spend their day doing that?
^
That is very good Thegent and quite the perfect reply.
Simply human trash and to be treated as such.
Ranting about sausages on the BTS under the impression that those within earshot either know or care what you're on about.Originally Posted by Seekingasylum
Also amusing.
You seem to manage quite well, Celia.
Ah, the 'I know you are but what am I' response.
Always a zinger.
Sally.
Damn straight. It was hilarious! An insight into the life of a misanthropic, disconsolate, curmudgeonly pensioner.Originally Posted by Seekingasylum
Kinda like a fish out of water meets Fawlty Towers.
You changed your nick afterwards from the shame, so I think we can say you realised (for once) what an arse you'd made of yourself.Originally Posted by Seekingasylum
The best part was how he was convinced it was a resounding victory for him because nobody (not even his wife) had an answer to his addled chuntering.Originally Posted by AntRobertson
One can always tell which posters bought their wives out of a bar, eh?
They get just sooooooo defensive.
Except Celia of course who married her husband, late of Boyztown.
Har,har.
^
You really must wonder what sort of Guy would marry a whore who has gobbled off the filth who use these girls.
Oh, meet my wife,
I met her whilst I watched her being fucked by a nasty Nigerian on walking street.
It was my turn next and she gave me a discount.
genticles FTW!Originally Posted by cyrille
Well that was a bit desperate and obvious!Originally Posted by Seekingasylum
The old boy is definitely in need of some fresh material.Originally Posted by AntRobertson
terry, you really are a strange man.You really must wonder what sort of Guy would marry a whore who has gobbled off the filth who use these girls.
Oh, meet my wife,
I met her whilst I watched her being fucked by a nasty Nigerian on walking street.
It was my turn next and she gave me a discount.
are you saying that one should only marry a woman who has yet to taste the joys of sex, and that a man having casual sex is "filth"
your attitude and language is reminiscent of that of a sexually repressed british 19th century clergyman who lives for the sternly delivered daily thrashings from his fearsomely overbearing wife.
did you have a difficult relationship with your mother by any chance?
Is he what. He has just gone and posted another variation of it in another thread also.Originally Posted by cyrille
There are many, many ways you can say 'your wife's a whore' but no matter what one you choose you're still saying 'your wife's a whore'. Rapier like wit it ain't.
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