Fanny Boy, aka the Fanny, aka the big FB, aka the Fantasical Twat, has been musing of late - in between lapping at the minges of horrors of varying degrees on Biiatch Road - that living in Pattaya (aka Twat Town) is starting to take a distinct turn for the tedious. I mean the quality of snatch here is frankly deplorable, both in terms of vaginal structure and taste. Never has the cliche ' i love you long time' been so apt - I mean, the big FB may as well be chucking his cock up the chunnel for all the traction it's getting. ANd don't even talk to me about the some of the flavours left lingering on the palate - it was only last week that Fanny Boy ate a portion of twat that tasted like it had been fermenting in a jar of stagnant buffalo piss for the past six months. The Fanny - aka the Fantastical Twat - had rotten minge on the belch for a fortnight.
With this in mind, Fanny Boy has decided that a trip to Isaan is in order. Fanny Boy has heard word from various figures of social authority here in Pattaya (Sid, owner of the Pug's Pussy bar and grill; Harry, perennial pisshead with an ear to the ground; and Kev, octogenrian septic who came directly from Da Nang and never went back to Milwaukee) that North-East Thailand is bristling with babes, and there's nothing the Big FB likes more than a palatable fanny or five. Fanny Boy has also been in formed that it costs less than a quid Sterling to get battered for a week, and this Lao Khao is well worth sipping - a wee digestif after the main course of minge.
Fanny Boy, aka the Fanny, aka the Big FB, aka the Fantastical Twat, has indeed had his interest well and truly piqued - and it's off to the bus station via Beach Road for the Twat Man.