My Penis is hungry

Funny but yesterday after this exchange I did a search, many of those gassed had huge problems, many could do light work, or stay at home, but then they'd return to the hospital to die basically. The place is now a private hospital as most of the vet's have died but was interesting history to read about the people who I guess I must have passed in their beds. Poor old buggers,

I worked in the EARLY 80's in an army repatriation hospital.

Some blokes in their 80s there since WW1, GAS victims. Suffering for decades. Fark, was horrible.

R

So I just did a google of RED BULL TITS

And WOW this web site is fascinating. Totally on topic as it's New Zealand I believe.

http://hiboobs.com/b...n-red-bull-tits

That's a good one!

And we prefer to talk about tits

My mates never an id

No - I was allowed in, but told don't sit beside the runway as I wasn't tipping

Uber sucks. Never used for myself. I think a mates Uber driver gave us a lift one night. Will never use it.

Hiking is clearly not a normal activity

Coss also always say in back row of the school bus. He knows KEWL!

No global outcry over mutilation of young boy penises in Australia?

Fuck it, i hate meat curtains, i also thought from over use but not the case.

Norway ive been told is getting rid of cash

Maybe Katoey?

Dam crocodile skin beer

And now the weather - It's sunny today in Auckland

If he had it in him, he'd make a success of a Cactus/No Name, in a backstreet somewhere, known only to a clique, cheap rent, dubious women and even more dubious punters...

Wonderful idea!!!!!

It's still very good in the village, Old Style a few days before the bangkok people arrive, then some madness, then back to being quiet

But if you have red bull Money

You may be a dick but inside your a big softie

I recommend Kamagra 50mg

On yesterdays long haul flight

I watched "The Accountant" wasn't as bad as I thought it would be

"Mrs Perigines home for lost children" or whatever it's called. Tim Burton movie,

I like his movies, this one a bit more horrific than usual, also, German bombers bombing welsh islands? That seems a bit far to fly.

Not bad, but not really childrens movie,

Hahaha, true, not my mother tounge

So I had a facebook conversation with a niece who visits me with her sisters and often stays in my hotel, I suspect my wife encourages that as I am here in Bangkok alone, and obviously my niece needs to practise her English a bit more. It seems she doesn't quite grasp the subtle implications of English. Startled the hell out of me!

We go out for dinner and a drink?

I like watch people, maybe some market nearby. See you drink beer

So what

You can go home early

Hmmmm

WHAT????

I think we need to have a talk about your English at dinner.

Everyone knows my name, in Laos language not even Isaan

How odd, but every bar I popped into, hass someone who knew me 3,5,10,15 years ago. Yet of all the farangs I saw, only a few are the same.

Cactus. XXXX the manager is gone, I ordered Beer Laos, it came cold, as it should, so cold it has ice stuck on outside, the bar had that lovely smell of cat piss, some young cuties, which surprised me! Good black bikinis, good wigs. The old boxer I knew from boxing days is still there but looking a bit worse for wear. The original pierced nipple girl is still there. No longer a girl, not even a young lady, actually, bloody old,

After School. No YYY and no Champoo, but, the old man farang manager who washed glasses while I had a blow job once turning naughty boy corner into a 45 minute marathon was there! My masseuse is still there, also called Champoo. She remember me and gave me good massage and then hammer punched my back for 5 minutes, lovely. We spoke about XXX. She remembered my family. Sadly she has an awful bad infection in one eye.

Tilac. XXXXXX is now at his sports bar and rarely seen. But talk about a bar with big tits!

Sam 2000. Food hasn't changed. Beer Laos not cold enough. Kapaow Gai Kai Dow is brilliant

Older Couples are everywhere and groups of mixed young backpackers soulful in delight to be somewhere so file, vile.

Jungle Jim's. No faces I know. She is gone. There is a time limit on what you can do for your children. Do the rooms upstairs still exist

Suzie Wong. Same shows but no painting. My friend the spotter is there. Some good bodies one with a great tattoo. The lesbian show as always has all the enthusiasm of a colonic irrigation. Two lesbians licked away with the romance of a vacumm cleaner. Thankful their parts are clean now and looking for somewhere to spit. Thankfully I am not in Vietnam where spitting on the job is expected and he walk to the shower a mine field.

Crazy horse. Smells like bubble gum. Yummy. The Silly girls forgot to get dressed! They are noodle. Old days bar. With a lift. I love catching the lift. I stand by the lift just to catch it. It's tiny and being in a tiny lift with naked girls is just a obsession not shared enough. But the two floors have so many flashing lights I was minute's from a siezure. Need to drink more. I am alone, on a crowded bar of naked girls and women and hungry men. Some eating chicken wings. In the corner I spy the Petite Diablo Noir. His sad eyes dark, brooding and down caste. We smile, and I depart.

3500 baht, no fuck, just some friendly gropes and grinds.

The Dutch obviously!