Whatever you are drinking Edith,you need more water with it, like half a gallon.Quote:
Originally Posted by Edith
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Whatever you are drinking Edith,you need more water with it, like half a gallon.Quote:
Originally Posted by Edith
... me like what Edith is having.. :drunken:Quote:
Originally Posted by lonelywombat
Maybe you should try it with water like Edith shouldQuote:
Originally Posted by beary
Good heavens! And here I was thinking that this was just the finest of establishments!Quote:
Originally Posted by Oogleman
What! Dilute the Blessed Stuff! Mai Non! I attach a hose and even sniff the vapors when they're all that's left. That's vapors--NOT vapours--I never have those. The secret to never having the vapours: stay sloshed, swacked, stinko.Quote:
Originally Posted by lonelywombat
And don't you worry, lonely, dear. Drinking alone isn't all bad; the good news: you don't have to share the Blessed Stuff! The bad news: no one to pick you up when you've had one--Or five--too many pick-me-ups.
Now back to lovely gossip and George's question: "What do you reckon?"
PS:
Sweet Aunty, dear;
We've been kind in the past but, truth be told; you would think, 'That this was just the finest of establishments.'
I mean, that tells a lot, so much...it all.
Heaven knows I'm not one to gossip BUT-- comparatively, the establishment in question may be a glorified sewer--But the 'establishments' where you usually (The Face On the Bar Room Floor.) hang out are, by comparison...No, not the actual sewer but ... sigh ... how can I say this nicely: 'she may have been be lying in the gutter but she was looking up at the stars.' And the stars were saying, "There's that old bat, flat on her fat arse, again!"
Again?
Aa-gain.
BTW: What's the difference between a saloon and an elephant's fart?
A saloon is a bar room.
An elephant's fart is more like, BARROOOMM!!!
as more stories emerge from hapless patrons who were there on the night.
It seems the terrified restaurateur was saved from a very bad beating by locking himself in the bathroom !!...but not before all his diners had fled into the night.
It's never dull in Pattaya.
Come on Lunchtime, stop being an 18 carat prick and name names. What are you afraid of? If it happened it happened. Come on man, spill the beans. In all seriousness Lunchtime, I am sure that there are members here a lot more interested in knowing where this happened than me. It is only because I like to please people that I have kept this thread going and I know by doing so, thrillbill will be absolutely delighted with me. http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u...ai/whistle.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by Lunchtime O'Booze
Choc Dee Lunchtime, you little old titillater you. Yes I know, another new word I have invented. http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u...i/biglaugh.gif
G.
of the hapless soul locked into his own toilet out of sheer terror-but my old S & M days are kicking in again and I prefer to to apply drip torture with information.
It does remind me though that in the infamous Belgian Throat Slashing Scandal of '03 in Sunnee Plaza-that the increasingly wild reports that filtered through as the action took place-blood splattered walls-gargling chef with eyes rolled back and bodies being unceremoniously dumped in the back of a truck..were all being given to us by over-excited Thai lads who embellished each step of the saga by the minute.
That got me to thinking..and then noticing that Thais are absolutely the biggest gossips on the planet. They simply love relaying tales to each other, about each other and especially about farangs.
As I have found out myself when I encounter a friend of a former lover who knows more about me-well, than me, after having numerous chin-wags with an ex.
So I now take with a grain of salt insults hurled at me for being a vicious old gossiping queen..I accept the charge but completely reject the vicious part !