09 Jul 10
If you are going to fight, post here.
Put a link to the thread you were fighting in.
Continue to fight here.
This way threads won't become off topic, and people won't bounce into a thread expecting one thing and seeing the usual suspects going at it.
I may no longer be a mod, but that doesn't mean I forgot what's good for the forums.
Thanks in advance.
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09 Jul 10
Originally posted by PhlabibitDefine fight.
If you are going to fight, post here.
Put a link to the thread you were fighting in.
Continue to fight here.
This way threads won't become off topic, and people won't bounce into a thread expecting one thing and seeing the usual suspects going at it.
I may no longer be a mod, but that doesn't mean I forgot what's good for the forums.
Thanks in advance.
P-
09 Jul 10
Originally posted by PhlabibitA fight with you is like a transvestite hooker ladyboy slap up.
If you are going to fight, post here.
Put a link to the thread you were fighting in.
Continue to fight here.
This way threads won't become off topic, and people won't bounce into a thread expecting one thing and seeing the usual suspects going at it.
I may no longer be a mod, but that doesn't mean I forgot what's good for the forums.
Thanks in advance.
P-
09 Jul 10
Originally posted by PhlabibitDid I tell you about the time mikelom and I were in Bangcock? Perhaps not. Anyway, I spent several days with him at his 1940's french villa on the North edge of town. Looked run down from the outside, but, the inside was full of teak and rich colonial decorations. Plus, we were waited on hand and foot by the 12 or so kids he's bred as his personal staff. I believe he'd run out of names for them all and just started calling them by there functions. Bing Do' Ball Washer had the least appealing job as far as I could tell, at least he wasn't particularly busy.
Keep talk'n...
We'd have been fine if we'd stayed at his house, but, noooo, I had to see the town. This went bad amazingly fast. We ran into an off duty cop that mikelom new fairly well and invited him on our tour of the town. This seemed a good way to stay out of trouble, but, noooo, wrong again. The man was completely devoid of anything resembling a moral compass.
Our first vist was to a open air bar where something resembling rice wine mixed with gasoline was served out of open barrels. We were blind drunk in a matter of minutes. Next thing you know we're betting on cock fights with toothless asian hill billies. This evolved to paying street kids to fight each other with sticks and broken bottles. Later than evening we stumbled across a house of ill repute filled with transvestite ladyboy hookers. We had a huge wad of multi colored thai cash and, after hitting the hookha for inspiration, used it to get the ladyboys to fight each other, winner gets all. At this point the entire local police force was in on the action. Things got fuzzy, but, there was lots of slapping, screaming and pleading. "Don't kill me. Stopping hitting me." The usual. I woke up in a cold bath with an unconcious geisha and dressed in nothing but thigh high rubber wading boots stuffed with cash and drugs.