Pattaya Reports

[B]The Crime Spree[/B]
I arrive at Bacarra at the agreed time of 8:30pm on Saturday night. The plan was to BF my anal girlie, we then go for some quick dinner, then to Cavern where she would be the center-piece of a painting show - she had arranged for the fluorescent ink guy to paint her ass in the show, all for my viewing pleasure. I BF her and off to dinner. I tell her I am not too hungry, so I let her order. Big mistake. A platter of oysters arrives, and I think "what?" and then a curried crab arrives - not your normal fare, what? Not entirely unexpected, I must say, but mildly annoying. The money is not what is bothering me - it's the audacity she shows in ordering such extravagant dishes without so much as asking. Charge #1.

Next on to Cavern. We arrive to a hero's welcome - waiters are slapping me on the back like a long lost brother, girls are touching me all over, all 3 mama sans rush out to greet me. All three!! I am ushered to a prime spot and surrounded by adulating throngs. Smells suspicious, even if it isn't technically a crime.

I order a coke, my girl orders a hot tea, and five drinks arrive. I ask what the FUCK this is, and girlie says "oh tilak, dese dinks fo mama san all tree." All 3 mama sans!! Charge #2.

I wait 30 minutes before the show begins, and before my girl leaves, some ping pong balls arrive at my side. I say "no, not for me" and girlie insists: “Tilaaaaak. When I do show for you, you throw ball – is good.”. So I buy the minimum of 100B - 5 balls. And there you have it: Charge #3.

[B]The Road to Redemption[/B]
The show starts, and girlie is SPECCCCTACULAR. I know exactly why she has such a hold on me - sumptuous curves, splendid symmetry, incredible wide, round ass, absolutely perfect proportions. And the vision of a scorpion doing battle with a dragon across her naked back, across her bulging ass cheeks and down her perfect, sexy legs was enough to sooth grumpy Kumbu. Ok, some people may indeed be above the law.

Later, we get back to the hotel and she had not showered yet, so she still had the body art on. She could not wash the paint off herself, so she employed my skilled hands to really rub those ass cheeks and legs until they were clean. I of course rubbed and scrubbed and squeezed FAR more than necessary, in the guise of being diligent about cleaning her, but what conscious, sane man wouldn't, n'est-ce pas? Hygiene first, that's what I always say, well, at least when it comes to butt-cheek cleaning. She may be on her way to redemption.

Afterwards, we cuddled for 10 minutes, then she whispered that she wanted me to eat her. Kumbu at your service, m'lady. So I did my thing, same as the previous two times - 15 minutes of Falang tongue-to-the-pussy, and it all ended well for her. Is all forgiven? We're almost there, deary.

So now she needs to recuperate, and she says she wants to be held while this is happening. Uh-oh. So we spoon (wtf?!?!). Around 3 mins later, she stops all movement, and another 3 mins later she is deep breathing. Crime #4, cuffed and jailed.

[B]The Police Investigate[/B]
Little kumbu has gone from the good little soldier ready for inspection by the commander-in-chief, to the world's softest, most flaccid dishtowel. Not good. So what do I do? I have several choices.
#1. Wake her the fuck up and get what I paid for.
#2. Wake her the fuck up and kick her ass outta here.
#3. Wait until she wakes up and get what I paid for.
#4. Wait until she wakes up and then kick her ass outta here.

At this point, I was leaning towards #1 and #3. I wanted what I paid for, and kicking her the fuck outta here wasn't going to solve diddly. So I tried to wake her up, but she was out cold. She waved her hand and moaned a little, but she was really out cold. Hmm, this is NOT good.

[B]The Trial[/B]
So I stewed. I lay back on the bed and I walked myself through the night, calculating all the money I spent on her, starting with the drink in Baccara when I picked her up, the BF, the ridiculous dinner, the various drinks at Cavern, the ping-fucking-pong balls. My outlay was substantial, and she got a good pussy licking out of it, an orgasm, and now she is napping? NAPPING??

[B]Jury Deliberation[/B]
All of a sudden, I heard the Red Hot Chili Peppers singing in my head:
“I got dosed by you and
closer than most to you and
what am I supposed to do?
Take it away?
I never had it anyway
Take it away
And everything will be ok.”

What am I supposed to do? Take it away? I never had it anyway. I realized that I was the one over-reacting. I was the one getting pissy over something that is very natural. She is a gogo girl. This is what she DOES. Her job is to extract money, and the less she needs to put out the better. Simple. It was my mistake assuming that the money you pay is proportional to the returns. No such thing in gogo land. A chump has been revealed.

[B]The Verdict[/B]
Guilty as Charged.

[B]Sentencing[/B]
Many men at this point would have shaken the bejesus out of her, to get her to either perform or exit stage left. But with my new realization in hand, I went over to my laptop and started working. It soothes me. She woke up to the sound of her alarm half an hour later and screams 'Oh, me late – must go because my daughter wait me. Today her birthday, have to go!” All this was true – she had told me that she needed to leave early tonight (her usual departure time is 3am, this time it had to be 2am). So this much I knew, but that didn't make it any better. As she got ready, I kept my cool, no blow ups, I just focused on my work and plugged away at the computer, knowing full well what the correct sentence was.

[B]The Convict pleads for Mercy[/B]
This passive aggressive behavior was not lost on girlie. She says “Tilak, you angli me?” I looked at her and shook my head. I genuinely was not angli her. I knew she was very tired, I knew she had to leave early, none of it was unexpected. I was really more disappointed. Disappointed that a good thing has now come to an end. No more outrageous anal rimming sessions, no more large-ass kissing, no more fantastic anal sessions. Back to the normal stuff, sifting the wheat from the chaff, getting mostly chaff. And, let's be honest here, I was disappointed in myself.

She continues getting ready, and when she is ready to leave, she asks again;
Girlie: Tilaaaak, me tink you angli me. Why you no smile?
Kumbu: I'm not angry, I am disappointed.
Girlie: ...Tilaaaak, no be angli, iss no good.
Kumbu: I'm not angry, I'm disappointed.
Girlie: Dis...disa...why you angli me?
Kumbu: Not angry, disappointed. Look it up in your dictionary.
Girlie: ...

I realized she was waiting to be paid. ...hhh....hhhhhhhh....hhhhHHHHHH.....bbbBBBahahahahahahaahah.

[B]The Execution[/B]
I leaned over, placed my hands beneath her ears, holding her head in my hands, and kissed her gently on the forehead. My lips lingered a moment longer than they needed to, and as I slowly pulled away, and my lips gently broke contact with her skin, I knew that would be the last time I kiss her. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. The light was shining down onto her face, she looking up at me, her soft brown eyes illuminated by the yellow light. I saw a mixture of affection, confusion, distress, even fear. I gazed into her eyes searching for meaning, for satisfaction, and in that moment, for the very first time, we truly connected. There was a buzzing silence as we shared pure emotion across the tether of eye gaze. She saw into my heart, she saw the anguish in my eyes...and she understood. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly as she registered understanding. The muscles in her neck loosened, her eyes lost some energy, her smile disappeared, her shoulders sank, and she looked down at her feet. She knew she had done wrong. To my surprise, rather than protest or argue, she slowly turned around and walked out without another word.

I felt empty.

Another great and well-written report, Kumbu!

[QUOTE=Kumbu]... but what conscious, sane man wouldn't, n'est pas?[/QUOTE]

Just for your information, it's "n'est-ce pas" in French in this context.

[QUOTE=Goyave]Just for your information, it's "n'est-ce pas" in French in this context.[/QUOTE]Serves me right for trying to be the linguist. Just edited the original post and made the change. Thanks.

[QUOTE=Kumbu][B]The Crime Spree[/B]
so I let her order. Big mistake...... - it's the audacity she shows in ordering such extravagant dishes without so much as asking. Charge #1.

I order a coke, my girl orders a hot tea, and five drinks arrive. I ask what the FUCK this is, and girlie says "oh tilak, dese dinks fo mama san all tree." All 3 mama sans!! [/QUOTE]
How long you been mongering in Thailand? Hopefully you learned something here.

Repeat this mantra everyday and you shall be healed:
Thai girls are only good for fucking! Take em to your room , fuck em, then kick em out. Repeat cycle!

There are two ways of looking at everything, two sides to a coin, different perspectives...

[QUOTE=Kumbu]She is a gogo girl. This is what she DOES. Her job is to extract money, and the less she needs to put out the better. Simple. It was my mistake assuming that the money you pay is proportional to the returns. No such thing in gogo land. A chump has been revealed.
[/QUOTE][QUOTE=Amjeck]Thai girls are only good for fucking! Take em to your room , fuck em, then kick em out. Repeat cycle![/QUOTE]

But I would rather be in your head Mr Kumbu than Mr Angry Amjeck's.

Another great report.

Will be in Pattaya in a month or two for an extended period. Does anyone know a good tailor where I can have a suit made?

I had a few made @ Raja's in Bangkok, and was pleased. However, I will not be in Bangkok long enouth to have it done.

Thank you.

[QUOTE=Kumbu][B]The Crime Spree[/B]

I leaned over, placed my hands beneath her ears, holding her head in my hands, and kissed her gently on the forehead. My lips lingered a moment longer than they needed to, and as I slowly pulled away, and my lips gently broke contact with her skin, I knew that would be the last time I kiss her. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. The light was shining down onto her face, she looking up at me, her soft brown eyes illuminated by the yellow light. I saw a mixture of affection, confusion, distress, even fear. I gazed into her eyes searching for meaning, for satisfaction, and in that moment, for the very first time, we truly connected. There was a buzzing silence as we shared pure emotion across the tether of eye gaze. She saw into my heart, she saw the anguish in my eyes...and she understood. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly as she registered understanding. The muscles in her neck loosened, her eyes lost some energy, her smile disappeared, her shoulders sank, and she looked down at her feet. She knew she had done wrong. To my surprise, rather than protest or argue, she slowly turned around and walked out without another word.

I felt empty.[/QUOTE]This is not a report, this is a piece of art.

I read it and then read it again just for pleasure of reading.

[QUOTE=Kumbu]I leaned over, placed my hands beneath her ears, holding her head in my hands, and kissed her gently on the forehead. My lips lingered a moment longer than they needed to, and as I slowly pulled away, and my lips gently broke contact with her skin, I knew that would be the last time I kiss her. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. The light was shining down onto her face, she looking up at me, her soft brown eyes illuminated by the yellow light. I saw a mixture of affection, confusion, distress, even fear. I gazed into her eyes searching for meaning, for satisfaction, and in that moment, for the very first time, we truly connected. There was a buzzing silence as we shared pure emotion across the tether of eye gaze. She saw into my heart, she saw the anguish in my eyes...and she understood. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly as she registered understanding. The muscles in her neck loosened, her eyes lost some energy, her smile disappeared, her shoulders sank, and she looked down at her feet. She knew she had done wrong. To my surprise, rather than protest or argue, she slowly turned around and walked out without another word.

I felt empty.[/QUOTE]Kumbu,

Your report brought sadness, longing, understanding, and other emotions to my heart. Seldom do I see such honesty, feeling, compassion here; a very beautiful post.

[QUOTE=Kumbu][B]The Crime Spree[/B]

I arrive at Bacarra at the agreed time of 8:30pm on Saturday night. The plan was to BF my anal girlie, we then go for some quick dinner, then to Cavern where she would be the center-piece of a painting show - she had arranged for the fluorescent ink guy to paint her ass in the show, all for my viewing pleasure. I BF her and off to dinner. I tell her I am not too hungry, so I let her order. Big mistake. A platter of oysters arrives, and I think "what?" and then a curried crab arrives - not your normal fare, what? Not entirely unexpected, I must say, but mildly annoying. The money is not what is bothering me - it's the audacity she shows in ordering such extravagant dishes without so much as asking. Charge #1.

Next on to Cavern. We arrive to a hero's welcome - waiters are slapping me on the back like a long lost brother, girls are touching me all over, all 3 mama sans rush out to greet me. All three!! I am ushered to a prime spot and surrounded by adulating throngs. Smells suspicious, even if it isn't technically a crime.

I order a coke, my girl orders a hot tea, and five drinks arrive. I ask what the FUCK this is, and girlie says "oh tilak, dese dinks fo mama san all tree." All 3 mama sans!! Charge #2.

I wait 30 minutes before the show begins, and before my girl leaves, some ping pong balls arrive at my side. I say "no, not for me" and girlie insists: “Tilaaaaak. When I do show for you, you throw ball – is good.”. So I buy the minimum of 100B - 5 balls. And there you have it: Charge #3.

[B]The Road to Redemption[/B]
The show starts, and girlie is SPECCCCTACULAR. I know exactly why she has such a hold on me - sumptuous curves, splendid symmetry, incredible wide, round ass, absolutely perfect proportions. And the vision of a scorpion doing battle with a dragon across her naked back, across her bulging ass cheeks and down her perfect, sexy legs was enough to sooth grumpy Kumbu. Ok, some people may indeed be above the law.

Later, we get back to the hotel and she had not showered yet, so she still had the body art on. She could not wash the paint off herself, so she employed my skilled hands to really rub those ass cheeks and legs until they were clean. I of course rubbed and scrubbed and squeezed FAR more than necessary, in the guise of being diligent about cleaning her, but what conscious, sane man wouldn't, n'est-ce pas? Hygiene first, that's what I always say, well, at least when it comes to butt-cheek cleaning. She may be on her way to redemption.

Afterwards, we cuddled for 10 minutes, then she whispered that she wanted me to eat her. Kumbu at your service, m'lady. So I did my thing, same as the previous two times - 15 minutes of Falang tongue-to-the-pussy, and it all ended well for her. Is all forgiven? We're almost there, deary.

So now she needs to recuperate, and she says she wants to be held while this is happening. Uh-oh. So we spoon (wtf?!?!). Around 3 mins later, she stops all movement, and another 3 mins later she is deep breathing. Crime #4, cuffed and jailed.

[B]The Police Investigate[/B]
Little kumbu has gone from the good little soldier ready for inspection by the commander-in-chief, to the world's softest, most flaccid dishtowel. Not good. So what do I do? I have several choices.
#1. Wake her the fuck up and get what I paid for.
#2. Wake her the fuck up and kick her ass outta here.
#3. Wait until she wakes up and get what I paid for.
#4. Wait until she wakes up and then kick her ass outta here.

At this point, I was leaning towards #1 and #3. I wanted what I paid for, and kicking her the fuck outta here wasn't going to solve diddly. So I tried to wake her up, but she was out cold. She waved her hand and moaned a little, but she was really out cold. Hmm, this is NOT good.

[B]The Trial[/B]
So I stewed. I lay back on the bed and I walked myself through the night, calculating all the money I spent on her, starting with the drink in Baccara when I picked her up, the BF, the ridiculous dinner, the various drinks at Cavern, the ping-fucking-pong balls. My outlay was substantial, and she got a good pussy licking out of it, an orgasm, and now she is napping? NAPPING??

[B]Jury Deliberation[/B]
All of a sudden, I heard the Red Hot Chili Peppers singing in my head:
“I got dosed by you and
closer than most to you and
what am I supposed to do?
Take it away?
I never had it anyway
Take it away
And everything will be ok.”

What am I supposed to do? Take it away? I never had it anyway. I realized that I was the one over-reacting. I was the one getting pissy over something that is very natural. She is a gogo girl. This is what she DOES. Her job is to extract money, and the less she needs to put out the better. Simple. It was my mistake assuming that the money you pay is proportional to the returns. No such thing in gogo land. A chump has been revealed.

[B]The Verdict[/B]
Guilty as Charged.

[B]Sentencing[/B]
Many men at this point would have shaken the bejesus out of her, to get her to either perform or exit stage left. But with my new realization in hand, I went over to my laptop and started working. It soothes me. She woke up to the sound of her alarm half an hour later and screams 'Oh, me late – must go because my daughter wait me. Today her birthday, have to go!” All this was true – she had told me that she needed to leave early tonight (her usual departure time is 3am, this time it had to be 2am). So this much I knew, but that didn't make it any better. As she got ready, I kept my cool, no blow ups, I just focused on my work and plugged away at the computer, knowing full well what the correct sentence was.

[B]The Convict pleads for Mercy[/B]
This passive aggressive behavior was not lost on girlie. She says “Tilak, you angli me?” I looked at her and shook my head. I genuinely was not angli her. I knew she was very tired, I knew she had to leave early, none of it was unexpected. I was really more disappointed. Disappointed that a good thing has now come to an end. No more outrageous anal rimming sessions, no more large-ass kissing, no more fantastic anal sessions. Back to the normal stuff, sifting the wheat from the chaff, getting mostly chaff. And, let's be honest here, I was disappointed in myself.

She continues getting ready, and when she is ready to leave, she asks again;
Girlie: Tilaaaak, me tink you angli me. Why you no smile?
Kumbu: I'm not angry, I am disappointed.
Girlie: ...Tilaaaak, no be angli, iss no good.
Kumbu: I'm not angry, I'm disappointed.
Girlie: Dis...disa...why you angli me?
Kumbu: Not angry, disappointed. Look it up in your dictionary.
Girlie: ...

I realized she was waiting to be paid. ...hhh....hhhhhhhh....hhhhHHHHHH.....bbbBBBahahahahahahaahah.

[B]The Execution[/B]
I leaned over, placed my hands beneath her ears, holding her head in my hands, and kissed her gently on the forehead. My lips lingered a moment longer than they needed to, and as I slowly pulled away, and my lips gently broke contact with her skin, I knew that would be the last time I kiss her. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. The light was shining down onto her face, she looking up at me, her soft brown eyes illuminated by the yellow light. I saw a mixture of affection, confusion, distress, even fear. I gazed into her eyes searching for meaning, for satisfaction, and in that moment, for the very first time, we truly connected. There was a buzzing silence as we shared pure emotion across the tether of eye gaze. She saw into my heart, she saw the anguish in my eyes...and she understood. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly as she registered understanding. The muscles in her neck loosened, her eyes lost some energy, her smile disappeared, her shoulders sank, and she looked down at her feet. She knew she had done wrong. To my surprise, rather than protest or argue, she slowly turned around and walked out without another word.

I felt empty.[/QUOTE]OMG. Don't think a post on ISG or any other punter-type site has ever registered an emotional response in me that does not involve my dick. For those like me, who are too new to the scene to avoid falling into the emotional connection trap, this one hits too close to home for comfort. I've been there going through the list of the EXACT same 4 options before. I also tried the 'wake her up and get what I paid for'- to the same end as you (I think playing dead is a skill bar girls must learn- nobody is THAT tired a couple minutes after falling asleep).

What really bothers me when this has happened (3 or 4 times) is that it is my "reward" for being more than a one time customer. In all cases, the girl was fantastic the first night when she knew me for all of 30 minutes. Then, after time together, when things with a "regular" girl would only get better, that is their opening to take advantage of you. The worst was when I took a girl from a massage parlour overnight for the second night. 1st night was incredible, next day she was so happy I took her for the day, that the morning sex was even better. And that was the end of that. From there it was ordering from a part of the menu that was over the top, returning to the hotel and needing a nap, followed by dinner and sleep time. When I had had enough we talked and she, without shame or, seemingly, without understanding, expressed that I knew she had to work the following day and would probably have 5 or 6 guys fuck her, so. She needed her rest. I am not kidding. That was enough for me and the words, "get the fuck out' left my mouth and I kicked her out. That actually ended making me feel worse when she started crying. I wasn't having any of that and just wanted her to leave at that point. I had paid her for the first night but not the second, of which 1/2 was for her and the other 1/2 for her employer. I started to give her the money but told her she had not really earned it. I was a little surprised when she instantly agreed, but asked for jsut the money for her mamasan but not her share- which I gave herI. She took the money teary eyed and, after getting her stuff, walked out the door that I was holding open. She was almost out when she said she forgot something and ran back in for about 10 seconds and left crying. I shut the door and stood there for a couple minutes reflecting on this goat fuck. I then walked back into the room and learned what she rushed back into the room to do- laying on the bed was the money I had given her for her employer- 3000 baht.

Like you, I was more disappointed in myself than her. I felt like a complete tool, of the "sucker born every minute" variety. Thing is, I know what not to do, I know the rules of the road, but I find myself getting sucked in anyway. In the above case though I learned that although they're "all the same", they're not all the same.

[QUOTE=Kumbu]I order a coke, my girl orders a hot tea, and five drinks arrive. I ask what the FUCK this is, and girlie says "oh tilak, dese dinks fo mama san all tree." All 3 mama sans!![/QUOTE]I went with one of my regulars to KFC the other morning. I ordered something for like 100 baht. Then she ordered and the price skyrocketed past 300. I gave her "the look" without saying one word. That is when she said, "I ordered something for my roommates. I am going to give you the money for it." After I paid the cashier, she immediately gave me 120 baht for her friends' food. You have to keep them in line. Don't stand for them trying to take advantage of you. A good rule of thumb is before the waiter comes you ask the girl what she wants. If it is beyond what you are willing to pay for then make it known whichever way you choose. (My favorite way is, "I'm not about to pay for all that shit!") Then you place the order for both of you.

[QUOTE=Kumbu]I was really more disappointed. Disappointed that a good thing has now come to an end. No more outrageous anal rimming sessions, no more my surprise, rather than protest or argue, she slowly turned around and walked out without another word.
I felt empty.[/QUOTE]At least your pockets didn't feel as empty as they could have would you have given her money for a valuable night of yours that she wasted.

[QUOTE=Cunning Stunt]Apropos of absolutely sweet FA, interesting to read that Derrick ‘taxi-driver’ Bird was a frequent visitor to Pattaya, vacationing here 3 times a year. Who knows he may even have been a member of this forum!

Maybe his reputed financial problems was what finally drove him over the edge (holidaying in Pattaya is not so cheap any more!). Or maybe during his last call to his honeyko, he may have heard the unmistakable sound of masculine grunts and heavy breathing in the background:(.

P.S Bird was the maniac who ran amok in Cumbria last week[/QUOTE]Hello, Sir Cunning, yes I read the same. Normal story of a two week wonder thinking his girl only liked him. LOL.

And did you know that his brothers lawyer/solicitor, the one he shot first, came from our hometown!

[quote=bionicman]i am not so sure it is sterile...
as a body fluid it might carry whatever one has on board (be it just a flu)
on the other end it is the result of "unusable remains from body feeding"
maybe a med.dr., can put some light on this if we do not digress too much.
but as it seems a sexual practice (in its way) it should not be too much ot.
on the other hand being practiced (not extensively) it does not seem to be sop unsafe, but..who knows?
if lot of body fluids are dangerous for certain deseases, i reckon this one can be too...
just my 2 cents..

ps: have done a quick check:
[[[url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord109][CodeWord109][/url] is sterile until it reaches the urethra where the epithelial cells lining the urethra are colonized by facultatively aerobic gram negative rods and cocci.[1] subsequent to elimination from the body, [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord109][CodeWord109][/url] can acquire strong odors due to bacterial action. most noticeably, the asphyxiating ammonia is produced by breakdown of urea. some diseases alter the quantity and consistency of the [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord109][CodeWord109][/url], such as sugar as a consequence of diabetes.]]
there is also a reference of it being sterile in a "healthy body", so it is all relevant...[/quote]you're partly correct. i just didn't particularly want to get into the subject of bladder and urethral infections... :)

[url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord109][CodeWord109][/url] is not the unusable remains from feeding - that emerges from a separate orifice. it is the metabolic waste products of normal body chemistry, heavily filtered and purified. i'm pretty sure viruses wouldn't get through.

just so happens that i have been studying this recently, following what i thought might be an std infection. after a couple of visits to a specialist i was reassured. he said that occasionally one can get low-level infections of the bladder , but if it is not troublesome then it is not a medical problem.

anyway, it's not a subject i ever plan to study from a practical perspective.

Just wondering how the girls look and quantity found on beach road and sois 6, 7 and 8.

Any russian street walkers around?

These sensitive, girly poetic reports are imho borderline gay.

Testosterone check needed, aisle 1.

[QUOTE=Kumbu]

I order a coke, my girl orders a hot tea, and five drinks arrive. I ask what the FUCK this is, and girlie says "oh tilak, dese dinks fo mama san all tree." All 3 mama sans!! Charge #2.

[/QUOTE]

How do you handle a situation like this? Just pay and let it go to keep a good relationship or refuse to pay and [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] off the mamas. Can you refuse to pay since you did not order the drinks? I have seen this in other reports but never saw the resolution.

Thanks for the great reports Kumbu.

Slim

[QUOTE=Mouse1]


But I would rather be in your head Mr Kumbu than Mr Angry Amjeck's.

[/QUOTE]
Amjeck is not angry. Amjeck knows how to play the game in Pattaya. Amjeck doesn't overpay for Pattaya pussy nor does he get taken advantage of by sweet coniving thai girls. (i've gone through a learning curve, however, and have had my mishaps too)