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Young Frankenstein.

Assuming no one was aware in advance, it would almost be guaranteed to involve lots of naked people running screaming into the streets... not so different from hydrochloric, I suppose.

Oh, THAT kind of acid. The bad kind. I was thinking it was the fun kind.

Rest in peace, Sayjann. Enjoyed his posts.

Covered a remarkable number of key locations in that one evening. I enjoyed Sayjann's posts, and wish he may Rest In Peace...

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station.

Stripping people on the beach and calling it a victory for secular society is absurd... Gone too far, weak minds falling into Taliban-style thinking...

Playing? Being transfixed and moving one's thumb a bit, is playing? Who'd a thunk?

Works for some of the ladies, when they're at home alone in the dark of night...

Wouldn't a box of dates be easier?

Hard to persuade them all to stay in the box long enough to get to the station.

Brilliant move. Looking forward to more such innovation, and the chaos to follow! More reason to stick with death-defying motocy rides...

Because as we all know, bomb makers always write on the bomb, who asked them to make it, and also include DNA material of anyone they want to implicate. Sometimes they'll purloin a photo ID and write the address as well, so the Police don't have to waste time, working it out...

Ah, you sound a bit skeptical. No need to worry in this case - they actually found semen on the bombs proven to be the suspects by the forensics lab, so this one's a no-brainer...

"double-Tap"

Or, as the terrorists call it anongst themselves, " going LT"...

 

I am thinking it's an exchange racket being run by the Junta.

Perhaps headed back to the days of 15-45-90 kyat bills, after they invalidated all the 50 and 100 kyat notes overnight, allegedly to counter hoarding not permitted in their socialist paradise... Crazy days - getting change was a constant adventure, especially as the kyat became worth less and less, yet no useful large-denomination bills were issued - good for sharpening math skills!

(Hoarding was the alleged target, though it was also considered an astrology-related thing: Ne Win's favorite lucky number nine reflected in the 45s and 90s... Are we headed back to madness? I suppose The Lady would say her almost-lucky number is 8 - if you start noticing 24 kyat and 80 kyat bills around, get ready for a long winter of new dictatorship...)

 

I'll try anything once

A policy I share - and one that has led to experiences at all points upon the spectrum from sublime, to ridiculous...

Well, it was predicted he'd be malfunctioning within a day, that near-sighted scrap pile...

The total disconnect between reality and the plans put forward with apparent complete sincerity is a constant entertainment in Thailand - some bureaucrat or boss just gets an idea that he picked up from the internet, and half an hour later it's a national policy announcement... And yet! The people have enough money to buy cars and washing machines, they have electricity, they eat meat and their kids can go to school and play with smartphones - I just don't get it, you'd figure this level of nonchalant mismanagement would have a more serious impact on the overall well-being of the nation, but it seems to survive, if not exactly thrive at all times...

For some inexplicable reason, last time through I stopped in at the airport internet kiosk - ah, right, I stopped in because I needed to use internet, and my sim cards weren't working - and I bought some new 2 week tourist card, 199 baht or something. I think they copied my passport and gave me a little guide to my new sim card - which I almost certainly imagine has no added value whatsoever over a standard sim from the 7. Don't know why I did it - but definitely had a completely unfounded sneaking suspicion for the week I was there that I had pretty much stuck a tracking device on my phone worthy of a Uighur coming in from Malaysia on a fake passport... I did it by choice - sounds like we'll soon all be doing it be requirement. Until things change again and it's all new rules - or no rules!

What would be the consequences from the government if they receive coordinates saying : Quality tourist BuBi at 00:34 sharp on Wednesday morning moved from Lollipop Blowjob Bar to Check In Ladyboy Bar and 2 hours later later took tuktuk to Barbar Fetish Bar Patpong 2 ?

Approving nods, and moving on to the next Quality Tourist. Thai cops are people with needs, desires and questionable habits, too - only more so.

Just one-clicked a bunch of Amazon stuff through the link, hope you get the credit KS!

 

Thanks. Still getting an occasional gift voucher from Amazon from this. Only issue I now have is what to buy with the money as shipping to Thailand is obscene!

Kindle books, no shipping...

As long as they're not blocking Victory Monument, fine.

Yusra Mardini so far my favorite personality.

I disagree - their methodology may be equine excrement, but the label has a ring to it for me. After all, Thailand may not be heaven, my time there is not what it used to be, but compared to the many other places I go to or live in, I think "Least Miserable" is a fairly apt description of Thailand. "Amazing Thailand" is worn out hyperbole - but "Thailand: Least Miserable" is a slogan that I'd respond to...

Tip on how to dispose of surplus 1 bt coins....arrange into stacks of ten and clear tape them together....simple

And then what, throw 'em in the river? You'll just piss off whoever is the next recipient...

One: Dropping coins in the boxes at the temple - Wat Po comes to mind as one with 108 brass bowls. That's one idea.

Two: That's right, as she packs up to go in the morning, subtle slip 2,373 baht worth of coins into her handbag - plus another 117 baht in coins in her pocket for "taxi"... 2,373 too much, spoiling the market? Okay, 1,789 baht.

Three: Arrange 1 baht coins into stacks of ten and clear tape them together.

Nothing says 'two week millionaire' like a giant bucket of nickle-plated steel coins next to the bar and bed...