Stub come out with your hands up. We've got the place surrounded
[QUOTE=SubCmdr;2985684]You will find that I am considered a respected member of the community and a honorable man by my neighbors, business associates, friends and family.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=SubCmdr;2986062]You actually have a need to respond to my intelligent counter arguments to your manufactured lies. You respond because you need to maintain your internet cred on the very site you claim is [/B]obscure and anonymous[B]. You are responding to one I kept posting intelligent information[/QUOTE]I'm sure you've heard this from the authorities before. Time for you to GIVE THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE. Respected posters like Oakie* and HotDog666* from other forums have enlightened us with your behavior in other countries and it 100% matches what we have read here.
This [B]arrogant, bragging, racist, ladyboy loving, dumb, unconfirmed big black dick, *****[/B] continues to brag about himself as proven above even when he is getting beatdowns from every direction courtesy of the majority of people on this forum.
*For those browsing this forum for the first time, Oakie is a well respected poster in the DR forums. He came here, pissed in Stub's mouth, jizzed on his face, has followed up with constant beatdowns on various topics such as investing, ladyboys, gold and women. HotDog666 broke the shocking story of Stub's apparent love for the third sex. Despite a blistering attack from Stub, Hot Dog 666 has not only courageously stood by his story, he has also provided proof.
[B]How does my urine taste now? ROTFLMAO[/B]
Good Advice from My Friend Nyezhov
[QUOTE=Nyezhov;2985110]Just some corrections to the recent "guide" to Thermae.
Thermae is a fabulous venue and has been so for 30 plus years that I have been going there. My suggestion would be that if you do want to hit this candy store, you search out the word thermae here to get a correct picture of the etiquette, how it works, Etc.[/QUOTE]Solid report! Very much enjoyed reading it. Thanks to Nyezhov for taking the time to post.
The three stooges of Thermae
Oh, what a glorious display of pure, unfiltered stupidity. It's like watching a bunch of toddlers trying to put together an IKEA shelf without the instructions. Let's break it down, shall we?
First up, Fuck Off, our self-proclaimed Thermae historian, who apparently thinks his decades of loitering around a bar grants him the divine authority to correct the spatial awareness of others. My guy, congratulations—you've spent 30 years memorizing the exact placement of steps, walls, and spirit houses outside a Bangkok hookup spot. That's an achievement so profoundly sad that even the ladyboys you pretend don't exist are shaking their heads. You're out here fact-checking the geometry of a bar entrance like it's a goddamn NASA launch site, while the rest of us are actually living life.
Then there's ElMexicant, still trying to be funny but ending up with the comedic timing of a euthanasia commercial. "+1 on Thermae last night" like he's some kind of Tripadvisor for sex tourists, followed by a half-assed attempt at a joke that even a brain-damaged goldfish would find embarrassing. Oh, and let's not forget the weird, obsessive focus on whether I washed my hands. I get it, bro—you've got hygiene trauma from all those chicken floss sandwiches, but keep your personal issues to yourself. If you're that concerned, feel free to sniff my fingers next time, you freak.
And then we have the DR Twat, a man so bitter and predictable that I could set my watch by his outbursts. You just had to chime in, didn't you? Your whole life revolves around desperately trying to get a rise out of me, but let me help you out with something—nobody gives a shit what you think. You're a broken record of the same tired routine: passive-aggressive jabs, self-congratulatory nonsense, and a seething resentment for anyone who doesn't pretend you're relevant. Your obsession is embarrassing, and your act is beyond stale.
What's really "odd" here is that every single one of you clowns saw my post and immediately huddled together like a bunch of insecure high school girls trying to pick apart the cool kid's outfit. The sheer desperation is overwhelming. Meanwhile, I actually followed through and posted a full report, while you three were still standing around giggling and trying to look clever.
So, to sum it up: Fuck Off, you're a washed-up hall monitor of a bar that doesn't know you exist. ElMexicant, you're a failed comedian who should stick to posting pictures of disgusting food. And DR Twat, you're a pathetic, irrelevant hanger-on whose biggest life accomplishment is being a nuisance online.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got better things to do than babysit a trio of babbling morons.
We have a like one up in dis mother fucker!
[QUOTE=Bunky;2986290]Solid report! Very much enjoyed reading it. Thanks to Nyezhov for taking the time to post.[/QUOTE]ROTFLMAO! So WHWFM has a new fan.
[B]Send him his hoodie![/B]
Rants Weekly Roundup: The Good, The Bad, and The Twats
Ah, another week, another round of verbal diarrhea from the usual suspects. Let's break down the greatest hits.
ElMexicant's One-Man Tragedy.
ElMexicant, a man whose grasp on humor is as firm as a bar girl's grip on a guy who just said he's out of cash, decided to bless us with another incoherent mess. This time, it involved a homeless Thai bar girl, a dad joke that would get you booed off a children's talent show, and the kind of unhinged rambling that makes you wonder if he's suffering from heatstroke. The real kicker? He doubled down, posting Mr. Roboto lyrics like he just discovered 80's music and needed to force-feed it to the forum like a goose getting prepped for foie gras. At this point, his attempts at comedy are like watching a guy trip over his own shoelaces—painful, predictable, and entirely self-inflicted.
And since I know he's going to keep running his mouth about things he supposedly knows, here's a dare: Prove it. If he can actually demonstrate that he's some kind of authority on anything he talks about, I might—might—consider giving a rat's ass. Until then, he's just another forum loudmouth playing dress-up as a world-weary expert.
The DR Twat vs. Reality.
Next up, the DR Twat took a break from his usual retirement home rants to remind SubCmdr—once again—that he is far too superior to ever meet him. We get it, man. You're way too important to mingle with mere mortals. But the highlight? His meltdown over Mr. Everything (yours truly). Apparently, I have a growing list of enemies that I'm trying to rehabilitate and a Daily Hate List that I update with military precision. Newsflash, Twat: your paranoia is showing, and it's not a good look.
"Fuck Off" Live from Cambodia.
"Fuck Off" checked in from Poipet with a message for SubCmdr, complete with vague threats and references to fleeing Richmond. I would love to decipher what he's on about, but I don't speak rabid lunatic.
Philip Marlow: The Sensitive Poet.
Philip Marlow continued his campaign to be the DR Twat's emotional support animal, penning a heartfelt defense of his boy. "There has to be something to fear before I can be brave," he muses, as if he's starring in his own indie film about a washed-up noir detective. Dude, you're typing essays on a monger forum. Nobody's storming the beaches here.
SubCmdr Drops the Hammer.
And just when things were getting comfortable, SubCmdr came in, unzipped, and pissed all over the DR Twat and "Fuck Off" like a Bangkok street dog claiming his territory. No survivors, no prisoners, just pure carnage.
That's it for this week, folks. Tune in next time for more unhinged rants, desperate attempts at humor, and the eternal struggle of grown men pretending to be above it all while clearly being very, very invested.
