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[bedbugy1-old]

try reading the mirror or the sun for action www.mirror.co.uk (http://www.mirror.co.uk) and the sun www.the-sun.co.uk (http://www.the-sun.co.uk) id'e rather live here in thailand

you should see 2 thai women fight! scares the bejesus outa me.

you should see 2 Thai women fight! scares the bejesus outa me.

Even better; seeing two lady boys go boxing, in the Soi Sahm--In full drag. Over a gray farang.
I still think a bar would do well to put on drag boxing instead of lip-sync.

try reading the mirror or the sun for action www.mirror.co.uk (http://www.mirror.co.uk) and the sun www.the-sun.co.uk (http://www.the-sun.co.uk) id'e rather live here in thailandJohn is writing about what he saw both in Thailand and the UK - you're reporting what a couple of down-market tabloids who have a vested interest in sensationalism choose to print. What exactly have you seen in the UK?

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[bedbugy1-old]

i never use a shell petrol station i'm a esso man

i never use a shell petrol station i'm a esso man

I love Thai petrol stations, especially outside bangkok............... all those cute attendants almost spill the fuel they`re so busy looking at you and smiling through the window lol

I love Thai petrol stations, especially outside bangkok............... all those cute attendants almost spill the fuel they`re so busy looking at you and smiling through the window lolOne of posters specialises in picking up attendants at petrol stations - I believe it's one of the Thrope clan

[GWMinUS]

So that is why Suphot would never let me get out to watch them pump the gasoline!!!
He was keeping them all to himself!!!
Now I know...
:idea:

I love Thai petrol stations, especially outside bangkok............... all those cute attendants almost spill the fuel they`re so busy looking at you and smiling through the window lol

I'm not surprised. With that face and bod, Thai boys must be throwing themselves at you.

I love Thai petrol stations, especially outside bangkok............... all those cute attendants almost spill the fuel they`re so busy looking at you and smiling through the window lol
I'm not surprised. With that face and bod, Thai boys must be throwing themselves at you.

And what are they throwing at you, dear?

I love Thai petrol stations, especially outside bangkok............... all those cute attendants almost spill the fuel they`re so busy looking at you and smiling through the window lol
I'm not surprised. With that face and bod, Thai boys must be throwing themselves at you.

And what are they throwing at you, dear?

Nurse Edith - For once Miss sybil is right - i have to fight them off with my stun gun! I frequently need bodyguards.

I hate looking like tom cruise!

I hate looking like tom cruise!

I know what you mean. When I was a little boy I looked just like little Freddy Bartholomew--As Little Lord Fauntleroy, of course. (So much before my time but his movies were on television.)
The good side: It always got me a seat on the bus.
The bad side: The seat was on an old man's lap--If I was with mother, she'd always tell me not to squirm about so--But the men would tell her, it's really quite alright--But I think they were just being nice as they were always sort of gasping, especially over the more bumpy sections of road.
By the time I reached my stop I had all their spare change...chewing gum...mints....

My own similarity to Kojak is a long-term burden

little Freddy Bartholomew".

You still do dear. No wonder your mum gave you away to the Gypsies..he was the ugliest child star on the planet and a little ponce as well.

I once read how a Hollywood director wanted to strangle the little brat and vowed never to work with child actors again..unti he chanced upon Roddy McDowell and was told by a producer about his legendary nine inch todger that was famous even at the age of 12.

[PeterUK]

Reminds me of the English lord living in Tangiers who was partial to 'the small possessor of a large possession.'

[Aunty]

I know what you mean. When I was a little boy I looked just like little Freddy Bartholomew--As Little Lord Fauntleroy, of course. (So much before my time but his movies were on television.)
The good side: It always got me a seat on the bus.
The bad side: The seat was on an old man's lap--If I was with mother, she'd always tell me not to squirm about so--But the men would tell her, it's really quite alright--But I think they were just being nice as they were always sort of gasping, especially over the more bumpy sections of road.
By the time I reached my stop I had all their spare change...chewing gum...mints....

Smegma?

"When I was a little boy I looked just like....
little Freddy Bartholomew".

You still do dear. No wonder your mum gave you away to the Gypsies..he was the ugliest child star on the planet and a little ponce as well.
I once read how a Hollywood director wanted to strangle the little brat and vowed never to work with child actors again..until he chanced upon Roddy McDowell and was told by a producer about his legendary nine inch todger that was famous even at the age of 12.

Jealousy is so unbecoming. When will you get over the fact the Gypsy Prince, Johnny Feodor, chose me--And left you tied to the dog-house when you threatened to follow (He thought you looked like that nasty little Jane Withers--And still, rather do...now you're both older than...light.) Unfortunately; the management of Brown's Hotel was livid that the Gypsy's wedding-party camped right outside the door, eating fish-and-chips, drinking wine and waiting for the symbol of the bride's virginity: the...stained sheet...to be hung out the window. And it was--But the 'stain' was...not mine: our Prince Johnny was a...Princess.
Freddy was ugly?! Sure your not thinking of Bobby Driscoll?
Last I heard, Freddy's still around; married to Jane Powell.
Bobby offed himself, with an overdose, at an early age.
Roddy is gone, Liz Taylor still misses him. He put on wonderful parties where he--And his todger--was the main entertainment...Like the 'young man from Nantucket.'


Smegma?
Not for me, dear. But I suppose your experiences were quite like Pearl's infamous rides on the District Line.

[Smiles]

Ya gotta love Miss Pearl. . . so old and stuck in post Victorian anti-belle(um) epooqueishness that she is still gaga ( wannabe-gagged?) over Roddy McDowell's apparently gigantic wang. (I had not heard of an actual measured length before. And now it turns out to be 9 lousy inches!! What a fuss!! Just better damn well be thick, is what I say. But then, he's dead. But does Miss Pearl care? Noooo ).

But in this new century we should move on shirley, to Brad and Tom and ~ especially ~ Num and Lek. (The Num's & Lek's are 'easier' (and cheaper, shirley) than the Brads or Toms . . . just take a good look, then pick a number).

Cheers ...

Ya gotta love Miss Pearl. . . so old and stuck in post Victorian anti-belle(um) epooqueishness that she is still gaga ( wannabe-gagged?) over Roddy McDowell's apparently gigantic wang. (I had not heard of an actual measured length before. And now it turns out to be 9 lousy inches!! What a fuss!! Just better damn well be thick, is what I say. But then, he's dead. But does Miss Pearl care? Noooo ).

But in this new century we should move on shirley, to Brad and Tom and ~ especially ~ Num and Lek. (The Num's & Lek's are 'easier' (and cheaper, shirley) than the Brads or Toms . . . just take a good look, then pick a number).

Cheers ...

I study Chinese now a lot more easy as this complete nonsenses above . Your a old to early pesioned Canadian school teacher smiles ? Is there not a Forum for to early pensioned old Canadian school teachers ?

To much of this weirdo Trolls smiles, turn your wheel chair darling crap the flees for a last time and go sleep don't worry your senile brain will forget today, there always a tomorrow and more senile brain behavior !



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[Smiles]

" ... Chinese now a lot more easy as this complete nonsenses above ... "

C'mon now Baziel, get real . . . Edith (for instance) is 20 times more incomprehensible than myself. Just read the post above (for instance), or, ask a Belgian. :blob:

Cheers ...

there always a tomorrow and more senile brain behavior !

How low to take Edith involve, i love the post from Edith, understandable and funny , not pretending as you are Smiles !

[Smiles]

" ... How low to take Edith involve! ... "
That was a compliment!
Trust me, Edith has been a lot lower than that (in her day). :albino:

Cheers ...

That was a compliment!

Sure ?

Especially those made by Haynes, Jockey...et al.

I'd take a bow would it not mean getting off m' knees--You do your palates...pie & lattes...whatever...I'll do mine.
to be exact; you caught me on my knees rehearsing the last act--The one where she's garrotted --for my upcoming performance in the title rol├й as The Duchess of Malfi. The producers have kindly changed the title...just for me...to THE DOUCHESS OF MOUTHY! (And I'll be snuffed with a thuringer...todger...what ever what's-`er-name called-it!)

Actually, I'm only incomprehensible to those who have no grasp of irony or collect trivia; both of which I have as many trunksful...as baziel has of spoonerisms!
Personally; I understand dear baziel quite well, having spent many a night in student garrets in Bruxelles studying the Belgique...Belgic?...Belch?... Oh, hell: Flemish!...with adorable Flemish twinks; AKA: Bruxelles Sprouts and An-twerps and those Flemish twins we all know and love.

The low point in my life was when I joined up to do--What I thought was--my patriotic duty; due, strictly, to misinformation, from You Know Who, concerning the name; Sally Army--'We' do not have our own\there is no gay military, Pearl!...just Fox-hole-Fanny and, "You don't tell, I won't tell," formerly known as: "Oh, Boy!...Was I drunk last night!"
Soon as I was able to save a 'lost lamb'---by luring him down a dark alley off St. Martin's Lane--I fence... sold the cape & bass drum with a moll...er...doll, named Trixie at a cunning 'Antiques Shoppe' on Shaftsbury for enough ┬гs to pay for a lovely dim sum, on Gerrard Street, and few days at the dear old Regent Palace Hotel: that huge old pile in Piccadilly--No private loos but so convenient in case one need make a fast getaway--Such was the life of a cat burgerlar*.
*Spelling is correct: I did not burgle cats...I sold burgers made of cat meat.
Ah, those were the days, John...No need to troll for trollops in petrol stations, there were so many tootsies traveling the Piccadilly Line: the lines at the loos in Piccadilly Station.

[Aunty]

you caught me on my knees ....

Why Edith, that DOES make a nice change. :flower: I mean usually we find you in the missonary position; and the bishop always looks dreadfully pleased.

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you caught me on my knees ....

Why Edith, that DOES make a nice change. :flower: I mean usually we find you in the missionary position; and the bishop always looks dreadfully pleased.

Well, what can I do when those Bishops just flop on their back and lie there!
And all I did was break up a fight between a Bishop and two petrol station attendants. The Bishop was livid when, at my intervention, the attendants finally managed to run away: they really didn't understand the front & back\two-plugs-in-one-hole variation on the classic missionary position he was trying to teach them--and the old bloody old bugger insisted I serve as stand-in!
As it turned out, he wasn't 'Bishop' at all but B------ (Oops, I promised not to tell!) in a purple shirt and cassock... borrowed from Dawn French...and no knickers.