Stupid Shit in the Philippines

[Locamotive]

Not sure what rock you live under but all of the women that were here in the Philippines are still here. Granted many of them left the shithole of Angeles City but there are plenty of fine women here now that will fuck you all night for the price of a chicken. Go ahead and live your know it all attitude on your high horse but those of us that are here are quite content without the tourists visas being issued. There has been an invention called the internet, maybe you should utilize it for something other than to criticize people that are living a lot better than you are.

I'm not sure what ChochaMonge is talking about, I totally agree with Mr. Beavis. I have friends who got stuck in Thailand, Laos, Vietnam and Philippines. They are having the time of their life, no competition. They are like dude if anyway you can get back you need to get over here. Poverty as we know drives these girls, with COVID-19 its worse for them, much worse. 8. 9 and even some 10's are out working which they probably would not have considered before. Sure the bar scene is dead but my buddies say just walk around, you'll get a big smile from a cutie in no time. I'm jealous!. I keep my eye on this board, when travel is possible without a bunch of hassle, I'm gone!

[Beavis]

Imagine how sad some mongers must be feeling after spending a lifetime under the heels of feminists in the Western workplace just to scrape together a meager nest egg to retire to Flipsville. The cheap brown pussy that they were so eager to get to is no longer on tap. All that remains is the cheap booze and lady-boy action. Many of them will die without getting their marshmallows sucked one last time in Flipsville.

Not sure what rock you live under but all of the women that were here in the Philippines are still here. Granted many of them left the shithole of Angeles City but there are plenty of fine women here now that will fuck you all night for the price of a chicken. Go ahead and live your know it all attitude on your high horse but those of us that are here are quite content without the tourists visas being issued. There has been an invention called the internet, maybe you should utilize it for something other than to criticize people that are living a lot better than you are.

[Turgid]

Imagine how sad some mongers must be feeling after spending a lifetime under the heels of feminists in the Western workplace just to scrape together a meager nest egg to retire to Flipsville. The cheap brown pussy that they were so eager to get to is no longer on tap. All that remains is the cheap booze and lady-boy action. Many of them will die without getting their marshmallows sucked one last time in Flipsville.

In my last trip to the Philippines in 2007 I swore that I was going to retire in AC, then in my last visit to Thailand in 2015 I said ok I'm retiring in Thailand. I hesitated because I said to myself what good is retiring in SEA if I'm going to spend so much time in German FKKs which I cannot resist going to. Well, now I'm at home banging escorts.

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Imagine how sad some mongers must be feeling after spending a lifetime under the heels of feminists in the Western workplace just to scrape together a meager nest egg to retire to Flipsville. The cheap brown pussy that they were so eager to get to is no longer on tap. All that remains is the cheap booze and lady-boy action. Many of them will die without getting their marshmallows sucked one last time in Flipsville.

Maybe COVID might be the final nail in the coffin for places like Angeles, pattaya et al.

Things have been sliding downhill for a while to the extent you ask yourself whether money could be better spent at home.

Last time I went to Angeles I was not impressed and wouldn't go back.

[Chocha Monger]

Mischief is only the upstairs part where the pool table is and you have to enter on the side door up the spiral staircase. Candy cafe they put a tarp over the stage turned it into tables to eat around also got plastic up between each table along the wall. Kona is also only upstairs portion. Hang out is 1 person per table limit plastic between each table. They are doing what they can to stay legit mostly BUT money talks like always. Heard a few rumors that a few other perimeter bars are also converting night moves being the place that already was set up pretty much to be a Restaurant time will tell BUT its still very sad here.

Imagine how sad some mongers must be feeling after spending a lifetime under the heels of feminists in the Western workplace just to scrape together a meager nest egg to retire to Flipsville. The cheap brown pussy that they were so eager to get to is no longer on tap. All that remains is the cheap booze and lady-boy action. Many of them will die without getting their marshmallows sucked one last time in Flipsville.

[Engine Driver]

One was outside Malate Church reading a book.

Well, no doubt that LBFM was reading the bible. Matthew 5:27-28 to be precise. Shame on you for corrupting a homeless, god fearing woman. Apart from a Jollibee treat, a hot shower and the chance for her to wash her skid marked panties in your bathroom basin, did you have to give her any money?

[PedroMorales]

Were these pickups at self-serve laundries?

I have noticed that at the Angeles City laundries that I frequented in and around my apartment that the counter staff were all fucking ugly. Maybe they employ the fuglies as any hotties would get hit up by the visitors.

PP.

One was outside Malate Church reading a book. The other was in Mabini St. I also picked up an ex goo go dancer in Angeles wh was sleeping in a park. Nothing ugly about them, just entrepreneurs waiting for their luck to change. Nothing at all unusual about being homeless in the Philippines.

[PilotPaul]

I picked up, on two separate occasions, hot homeless babes in laundries in Mabini St. Ther only downside was on both occasions I had very early flights the following morning. Karma or something.

Were these pickups at self-serve laundries?

I have noticed that at the Angeles City laundries that I frequented in and around my apartment that the counter staff were all fucking ugly. Maybe they employ the fuglies as any hotties would get hit up by the visitors.

PP.

[Engine Driver]

What a peculiar kit bag to carry around the Philippines!

Yes, it is rather a peculiar kit bag to carry around the Philippines. Many mongers have been busily restocking their bags, in the hope that flights will resume to Shitsville soon. Nurses outfits, complete with surgical masks, face shields and rubber examination gloves are a new inclusion this season. The kit bag also contains a packet of 30 x morning after pills, since this medication is not readily available in the Philippines, it being a strict Catholic country. No self-respecting monger can relentlessly pursue BBFSCIP with an LBFM with out them. He does not want 30 half-caste bastards wandering barefoot around the backstreets of Cebu City looking for their Australian passports.

[D Cups]

Well, actually no. You are mistaken. LOL. I've been to Flipsville many times and always had lots of fun fucking those LBFMs. The ABC Hotel in AC is one of my favourite hotels in the world and I've stayed in many a fine pile in RWML. I have sent in hundreds of complimentary FRs from the field as evidence. They are all there. I am going to give you some advice which you always seem to give other mongers. RTFF.

Many of us in RWML have perfectly normal lives where we undertake commerce, have normal families and friends and interests outside of fucking four foot high, brain dead nincompoops. We are not addicted to travelling around the Philippines with a kit bag (containing enema kits, strap ONS, bull whips, blindfolds and ball gags) in the relentless pursuit of BBFSCIP with LBFMs. We don't have a spare 18 hours a day to incessantly chat and text with hundreds of hookers in Flipsville, which could lead to nothing. The wheels of commerce do not wait for mongers to finish BBFSCIA. LOL.

Please don't get me started on PhDs. Hahaha. That happens to be one of my favourite topics. Most of the PhDs awarded these days are not worth the paper they are printed on. Many once fine educational establishments in RWML have been hijacked by the rabid green left or that Trojan Horse, the ubiquitous Confucius Institute. Any dimwit can get a PhD in 2-3 years now, with minimal effort, as long as the topic conforms to one of these general themes; The Great Climate Change Hoax, Feminism or some Pro-Sino rubbish praising Chairman Mao's vision. In my country, the PhD student will also get a nice tax payer funded scholarship for writing a thesis about gender pay gaps, gender fluidity or carbon capture and storage (that is, catching smoke and burying it). LOL.

I have so little faith in the ability of Ph DS that I will not even interview them for a job. Most in my country fall into these three typical professions. Low level civil servant, academic or perennially unemployed.

All a Ph. The. Means is that someone has studied a particular subject more than others and is sanctioned by a degree-granting institution. It has nothing to do with intelligence and everything to do with fortitude and discipline. For me, it enabled a nice income with lots of time off to monger in the last fifteen years. To someone like ED it is an impossible task so he is quite possibly jealous or at least rather misguided is his faulty assumptions about me, Filipina women in general and his general outlook on life. Not pointless, drama, Jackson. Honesty and truth.

[Chocha Monger]

Well, actually no. You are mistaken. LOL. I've been to Flipsville many times and always had lots of fun fucking those LBFMs. The ABC Hotel in AC is one of my favourite hotels in the world and I've stayed in many a fine pile in RWML. I have sent in hundreds of complimentary FRs from the field as evidence. They are all there. I am going to give you some advice which you always seem to give other mongers. RTFF.

Many of us in RWML have perfectly normal lives where we undertake commerce, have normal families and friends and interests outside of fucking four foot high, brain dead nincompoops. We are not addicted to travelling around the Philippines with a kit bag (containing enema kits, strap ONS, bull whips, blindfolds and ball gags) in the relentless pursuit of BBFSCIP with LBFMs. We don't have a spare 18 hours a day to incessantly chat and text with hundreds of hookers in Flipsville, which could lead to nothing. The wheels of commerce do not wait for mongers to finish BBFSCIA. LOL..

What a peculiar kit bag to carry around the Philippines! I suppose the enema paraphernalia is for flushing the remnants of undigested balut from the rectums of the LBFMs before bareback anal. Otherwise, things could get a bit shitty between the sheets, to put it mildly. The strap-on dildos are for the LBFMs to peg the monger after giving him an enema to evacuate his constipated bowels thoroughly. The bullwhip is for giving the nasty LBFMs obedience training. A crack here and there keeps them sharp when performing various tricks on all fours and on their backs. The blindfolds are to spare them from seeing what is about to be rammed up their asses, and the ball gags are to muffle their howls.

If a LBFM makes it to the USA, it is usually because she has a PhD in BBFSCIP with a minor in BBBJCIM.

[PedroMorales]

My turn now.

Years ago, Playboy had one of their dumb fictional stories about a guy going into a London laundry and having torrid sex with some babe who was in there getting her panties cleaned. Upshot was London laundries got hordes of horny dudes in doing their laundry and looking for the hot babes.

I picked up, on two separate occasions, hot homeless babes in laundries in Mabini St. Ther only downside was on both occasions I had very early flights the following morning. Karma or something.

[Mr Hawaii]

Years ago I was staying at the Pan Pacific Hotel in Malate. Was in a hurry to take my clothes to the cleaners located right next to the hotel. It was early afternoon. I walked next door, dropped the clothes off, then went back to my luxurious room, took a nap. Now its early evening, time to go out. Hey, where the fu_k is my wallet? Think, man, think. Where could it be?? You guessed it. Left it in the pocket of my shorts that I took to the laundry. All kinds of things go through your head. Shot over there, walked in the door, the girl looked at me, smiled, opened the drawer of the counter and handed me my wallet. I did a quick check, everything was still in there. Yes, there are still plenty of honest workers in the P. I. (can't remember if I reported this before, but a good reminder to self anyway.) Yes, I did tip generously. Party on.

[Dg8787]

Not sure if this counts as stupid shit, but I'll take a shot.

One fine day in MNL started with handing in some laundry to this place near Guizo Suites before poorly attempting to monger. Best way was punch in Vito KFC on Grab and walk next door. The next morning I was hopping on a bus to AC so was counting on making this smooth.

Was planning to hit EDSA that night but get back to laundry back to hotel. Traffic was bad getting from rooftop bar near Burgos back to laundry. They close at 9 pm. Got ther at 9:15 pm. Steel roller door with no hours or contact posted to find out what time they open in morning, tossing a wrench in my plans.

In my fit of rage, two 10 yo boys begging for change after I told them NO, had the audacity to reach into my pockets for a handout and I raised a fist and got loud and they backed away like I had some kind of attitude problem. I was ready. Part of it was still freshly raged by previous night's massage girl rifling $60 USD out of my pockets. Took a breather, glared at homeless people and ordered a new GRAB to move along to hotel then monger scene.

Next morning, checked out of hotel en route to NAIA to catch Genesis bus to AC, but with added trip to retrieve laundry. So called for a GRAB back to the Vito KFC around 10 am, hop out walk toward opened up laundry and walking toward their door, feel a ugly feel.

One of my two phones squirted out of my pocket as I climbed out of that Kia Optima. The laundry lady is mesmerized by my panic attack. Calling Grab, the error voice says "We do not accept phone calls from your (plus one USA) country code. Good bye. " Eventually tear thru app to find option to email Grab to reach out to driver. May take all day to get results. FML.

Laundry lady has my clothes ready and telling me to breath. I'm thinking how I'm going to lose an entire night in AC from waiting for Grab to track down driver. So much spinning in my head.

Then.

Horn sound. Look outside. It's my driver. I do an epic happy dance. He hands me the phone, I offer cash probably $10 in pesos and guy waves it off saying "Don't worry, I gotchu. " How did he know where to find me tho? Turns out when he was looking for a monger at KFC, the same colony of homeless people tipped him off saying they spotted a monger hop out of his car at KFC and immediately walk a few doors down to Red laundry. The same homeless people I tussled with 12 hours ago just bailed me big time. Funny how that works.

I stride back into the laundry to grab my stuff, wind down my happy dance placing phone in my pocket and as soon as I did, laundry lady became Mom. "No! Bad monger! Bad bad monger! That's what got you in this mess in the first place! Put that phone in your backpack! Now!" I complied. "Now zip that backpack pocket shut!" I did. "Good monger, now you don't have to lose phones all day. " Once she was convinced I wasn't going to make a further ass of myself I was free to go. Ordered a new Grab bound for NAIA, grabbed a bite at Wendy's, hopped on the Genesis Bus and Grab App agent pinged asking if I was still needing to reach out to driver with my phone in his car, and told them he swooped back around done deal to close the help ticket.

Your story breaks about every stereotype conceived here!

Wondering if you bought a bowl of rice for the homeless helpers?

Great story.

[CenTexCrash]

Not sure if this counts as stupid shit, but I'll take a shot.

One fine day in MNL started with handing in some laundry to this place near Guizo Suites before poorly attempting to monger. Best way was punch in Vito KFC on Grab and walk next door. The next morning I was hopping on a bus to AC so was counting on making this smooth.

Was planning to hit EDSA that night but get back to laundry back to hotel. Traffic was bad getting from rooftop bar near Burgos back to laundry. They close at 9 pm. Got ther at 9:15 pm. Steel roller door with no hours or contact posted to find out what time they open in morning, tossing a wrench in my plans.

In my fit of rage, two 10 yo boys begging for change after I told them NO, had the audacity to reach into my pockets for a handout and I raised a fist and got loud and they backed away like I had some kind of attitude problem. I was ready. Part of it was still freshly raged by previous night's massage girl rifling $60 USD out of my pockets. Took a breather, glared at homeless people and ordered a new GRAB to move along to hotel then monger scene.

Next morning, checked out of hotel en route to NAIA to catch Genesis bus to AC, but with added trip to retrieve laundry. So called for a GRAB back to the Vito KFC around 10 am, hop out walk toward opened up laundry and walking toward their door, feel a ugly feel.

One of my two phones squirted out of my pocket as I climbed out of that Kia Optima. The laundry lady is mesmerized by my panic attack. Calling Grab, the error voice says "We do not accept phone calls from your (plus one USA) country code. Good bye. " Eventually tear thru app to find option to email Grab to reach out to driver. May take all day to get results. FML.

Laundry lady has my clothes ready and telling me to breath. I'm thinking how I'm going to lose an entire night in AC from waiting for Grab to track down driver. So much spinning in my head.

Then.

Horn sound. Look outside. It's my driver. I do an epic happy dance. He hands me the phone, I offer cash probably $10 in pesos and guy waves it off saying "Don't worry, I gotchu. " How did he know where to find me tho? Turns out when he was looking for a monger at KFC, the same colony of homeless people tipped him off saying they spotted a monger hop out of his car at KFC and immediately walk a few doors down to Red laundry. The same homeless people I tussled with 12 hours ago just bailed me big time. Funny how that works.

I stride back into the laundry to grab my stuff, wind down my happy dance placing phone in my pocket and as soon as I did, laundry lady became Mom. "No! Bad monger! Bad bad monger! That's what got you in this mess in the first place! Put that phone in your backpack! Now!" I complied. "Now zip that backpack pocket shut!" I did. "Good monger, now you don't have to lose phones all day. " Once she was convinced I wasn't going to make a further ass of myself I was free to go. Ordered a new Grab bound for NAIA, grabbed a bite at Wendy's, hopped on the Genesis Bus and Grab App agent pinged asking if I was still needing to reach out to driver with my phone in his car, and told them he swooped back around done deal to close the help ticket.