Life is too short when it comes to sex
I knew this guy from my previous work, officially a millennial dude. So much younger than me, and he was a real douche. I had to put up with him for years. I found out a few years ago that he died. Don't think he was even 44 when he croaked. I wasn't sad when I heard about it, as a matter of fact, that might be the only second time in my life where I felt like there was anything resembling karma that I've ever seen. I thought, good. One less asshole in the world.
But then I thought, well. He was married with a baby. So he couldn't have fucked that many chicks before his wife. Certainly not in the hundreds like the way we hobbyists would. Like many people around the world, he spent a decent amount of time at work. So, think about it fellas. The guy was alive for only 43 years. Most of that time was spent working. The rest of the time was spent fucking the same woman trying to get her pregnant. And when she was pregnant, and with the baby, the dude probably didn't get much sex at all for a solid year or two, then he got sick, and shortly thereafter, died. His job wasn't that great either. The pay would have been ok. He had a small, but nice house. Thing is, felt to me like he didn't actually get to live life.
Like many of us, he spent time trying to make a living, that he didn't really make a life. He didn't live. And now he's dead. Gone and forgotten. At my age, I've known quite a few guys like this. Decades spent at the office, slaving away, hunching over the desk working away at some project. Thinking that that's life. Then they die around 40.
With all the trauma I've lived through, the hell I'm going through, it's a miracle I'm still alive, but I want to really be living. I want to actually live life. Not just be making a living. Like many of you, I feel truly alive when my dick is in some hot pussy. And that hot pussy is in Thailand. There's got to be more to life than work. And I know there is, I've found it, and it's called Thailand.
I think of the people I used to know who are dead now, and how their lives were wasted, or pointless, or all around meaningless. And it's fine, life doesn't mean anything anyway, but they wasted their time on earth. For the few years I might have left, I want to go out with a bang, banging babes in Bangkok. I want to feel alive again before I die.
I think of this young lady, and how awful her life is. Her life is literal hell. Most of us here, have it way better than her. Let's go out there and live life. For those that are dead, and for those that can't.
I guess I'm just psyching myself up to finally quit my damn job. If I had any guts at all, I'd do it.
Neither you nor Mr. E have done shit for me to deserve my respect.
[QUOTE=Nyezhov;2986584]It used to be on this forum that long-term members who have been running around Thailand for 30 to 40 years, like Mr e, got the respect they deserved.[/QUOTE]The days of white men such as yourself and Mr. E showing up and getting the job are long over. If you want that shit go back to your country of origin. Your President is firing Blacks and Women from the highest positions in the United States Military and replacing them with less qualified individuals.
[B]Two middle fingers up to you both![/B]
Weekend Warriors and Love Letters
Hey Fuck Off, this one's for you.
Oh, you bet your ass I'll join you, champ. Can't wait. You introduce me to the owner of Thermae, and in return, I'll introduce you to the owner of T-Ded-99. Then we can sit down like real gentlemen, discuss the finer points of this grand game, and maybe—just maybe—you can explain why you've been writing me love letters all weekend while I've been out actually doing what this forum is supposed to be about.
I mean, really, while I was out stacking wins, you were here, typing away, hanging on my every word like a teenage girl journaling about her summer crush. It's touching. Sad, but touching.
And let's not forget—you're over there in Cambodia, the slum capital of the world, playing king of the trash heap like it's some kind of flex. Yeah, real impressive, Fuck Off. You left Thailand for a discount third-world hellhole and still can't stop obsessing over me. I must be living in your head rent-free, and let me tell you, the real estate value in there is about as worthless as a Poipet back alley.
And listen, I like a good fairy tale as much as the next guy, but if you're going to call me a fraud, at least make it entertaining. Because from where I'm standing, the only fraud here is the guy spending his entire weekend fantasizing about another dude instead of, you know, actually living.
See you soon, Romeo. We'll have a nice little chat.
DM me your WhatsApp.
Oakie has turned over a new leaf. No more hate speech!
[QUOTE=Oakie;2986528]No I'm not. I'll leave th racist stuff for you and him to sort out.![/QUOTE]Good to see you are finally repudiating your previous racist attitudes.
Now you are no longer the racist Twat-from-the-DR posting in a RANTS thread in a county you have never visited. Now you are now just the [U]Twat-from-the-DR[/U]. I will also eliminate the title of Ship Captain. As long as you stop saying stupid ass stuff like: Buy Low / Sell High and Mongers don't need information. If you keep saying that stupid stuff I will rename you Captain Obvious of the Sosua Reputation Protection Committee.
If the DR is so great, why do you have to come to Thailand and bash the location when you have NEVER actually been here?
The Broke Boy Brigade Strikes Again
The budget warriors and price police are at it again, crying in the trenches over what other men spend like it is their life savings on the line. Classic. The Poverty Patrol clocking in for another shift, patrolling the streets to make sure nobody enjoys themselves too much.
See, here's the difference between us and them: Some of us actually value experience over saving a few baht. Some of us don't have the time or the broke-boy energy to nickel and dime a girl over the equivalent of a street food meal. Some of us just pay, smash, and move the fuck on. Because we can. Because we don't sweat the small shit.
But this brigade? They would rather waste a whole night haggling like tuk-tuk drivers, thinking they are financial geniuses, then brag about it like they just pulled off the heist of the century. Meanwhile, the rest of us? We've already finished, showered, and moved on to round two while they are still over there debating.
It's not about the money. It's about mindset. It's about playing the game like a boss instead of like a street vendor counting his last coins. That's why we don't care what another man pays because we're too busy winning to count another man's pockets.
Stay broke. Stay bitter.
Thank you for your candor and guidance.
[QUOTE=Nyezhov;2986584]It used to be on this forum that long-term members who have been running around Thailand for 30 to 40 years, like Mr e, got the respect they deserved.
Now this place is full of wannabes, Internet experts, psychiatrically Disturbed cases, and folks who will hold themselves out as experts, while knowing nothing.
My suggestion is you back off completely.[/QUOTE]I will do as you suggest. I just want to have a good time and share deets on where the hot pussy is at and how to get to it. I'm just starting out, so it seems like a lot of "take" on my part, and not a lot of "give. " I will continue on, and thank you again.
