Rants, Stupid Shit and Coronavirus in Thailand

[EverythingThai]

This might be the best, maybe true, maybe fictional, story ever told. There was a meet up at a named Thai bar in Pattaya awhile back. All the guys who went knew each other from a somewhat anonymous chat group. There were four guys in total. First guy to arrive was named SWIM. Then the others who came later were Brother Louie, Santa, and lastly, one who like to be called the Snake.

Hot topic of discussion that night was about a fifth guy from the chat room named AlwaysStinkyGuy. Apparently, ASG ruffled up some feathers weeks before with some nonsense bickering and then found it a great idea to give open invites to all the members to meet him in person. How easy was it for those had a distain for ASG simply impersonate or pretend they were just seeking friendly advice or be someone else? Yep, that damn easy to pump his ego up for a big fall.

Brother Louie confessed to the group what he did. ASG was addicted to alcohol. Felt that without it, there was no party. No fun to he had. All it took was to meet up with him, and simply buy ASG a bunch of free drinks from the bar. And while he was bringing them to the table, make a detour in the bathroom. Hawk tuah. Hawk tuah. Hawk tuah. Alcohol at 40% is known to kill (some) germs he thought. He disliked ASG, but not to the point where he wanted to make him sick. Brother Louie confessed to the others his feeling of satisfaction when ASG chugged down those free drinks after the cheers of their glasses. Slippy slide down the hatch went the goops and goops of their trust.

Santa looked at Brother Louie and said, "That's it?" So weak he yelled out at the group. When Santa pretended to be someone else and met up with ASG, he claimed he went a step further and dosed ASG with some of what he called "love potion #8" mixed in with some Baily's. SWIM looked at Santa and asked, "What the hell is that?" Santa then spoke no words. His red eyes veered down to below his waist and he let out quite sinister laugh. Then he started singing the opening phrase to Nirvana, "Come as You Are. " Lastly, he said for the entire week before, all he did was drank lots of milk and ate red meat to make the love potion more clumpy and bitter.

SWIM at this point started to gag. Both Santa and the Snake seem just fine. Next the Snake chimed in and said body fluids in hidden in alcohol is like so 80's. SWIM was thinking the Snake was talking down onto the rest of the group. So he asked, what did you do? The Snake just quoted a medical article about improper hand washing or none at all by food service workers leading to Montezuma's revenge. He said all you need is a tiny piece of soiled toilet paper because the cheaply Thai toilet paper will dissolve in water. What's left floating in the drink would be called "love potion #2. " Then the Snake excused himself to go to the bathroom.

After he came back, the waitress finally came over to take their drink order. Brother Louie, Santa, and the Snake all got mixed drinks. SWIM ordered Coke Zero, ice cold, in a can, and let me open it up at the table, straw please. When the drinks came to the table. The three who told their stories of revenge looked at SWIM and said unison, "What did you do mister bigshot?" SWIM looked at them all and said politely, "Nothing. " Then he sipped on his Coke Zero and smiled. Then after a brief pause, he said, "Let me explain. "
ASG did everything to himself. Let's see. Posted conquests. Named bars. Named girls. Showed pics of girls. Showed pics of his bills and even gave dates. It's 2024 and even in 2023 and 2022, there is thing called social media. Once you attach yourself and those photos to social media and want to to be the "Morning Star" of attention. You better make sure you are a hell of a bad ass or at least a real nice guy. ASG isn't either of these. SWIM just felt sorry for the guy. All it takes is for somebody get a hold of ASG's pics on social media from these bars. Go meet up with a previous posted girl. Buy her a few drinks and somehow slip in that you are looking for a long lost buddy.

I know him will say the girls. Oh yeah, want 1 more drink? He's my buddy, but I lost his LINE info. Bam. LINE sent through share. Then comes Facebook and everything else. Oddly enough, SWIM admitted when he may have in fact made the secret add, then about a week later, those suggestions for friends started popping up. Most friends suggestion where in Thailand, but weird that some where Thai girls, some where foreign guys, and some were EL Bees. Wonder whose to blame for this? The only other friend of the same old LINE account is a 70 year old OG from the dark side that has been the account for years. Somebody is playing dirty.

The other three gave SWIM a blank stare and said, "We need to name you the Destroyer. " SWIM smiled and said, "Save that nick name for the one called Devin, that was just a story. Really, I did nothing. " Not even sure what I am saying because I am drunk off this Coke Zero. And besides, as dumb as ASG is was or is now, there can only be one who is even more dumb. They looked at SWIM and said, "Who?" SWIM smiled. Looked at the audience. Sipped his soda. Then answered, "The poor sap that replies. ".

(If this was Chaturanga, King is now trapped).

Alright, buckle up, because here it comes loud, brash, and about to tear apart this amateur production of a "gotcha" moment with all the grace of a bulldozer in a glass factory. You think you've got the goods to "reveal" me? You've got nothing but recycled bar gossip, dude, wrapped up in a thin narrative that even a first-year screenwriter would toss out.

Oh, a group of guys meeting up, talking tough, passing around "love potions"? Please. I've seen more convincing plotlines in the bargain bin at Blockbuster. And let me tell you something if you actually knew anything about me, you would understand I don't play these petty, small-time games. You think anyone's trembling in their boots over this? I could get more dirt in a toddler's sandbox.

But let's take a step back and appreciate the real beauty here. Because while you're busy cooking up half-baked stories that sound like they're auditioning for a cheap pulp fiction gig, I'm out here actually living. So go ahead, knock yourself out with your big "reveal" see if it gets you anything but crickets. Because at the end of the day, the only people who care about the drama you're trying to spin are the ones who already have nothing better to do.

This is the end of the line for you, buddy. You're just background noise.

[EverythingThai]

This might be the best, maybe true, maybe fictional, story ever told. There was a meet up at a named Thai bar in Pattaya awhile back. All the guys who went knew each other from a somewhat anonymous chat group. There were four guys in total. First guy to arrive was named SWIM. Then the others who came later were Brother Louie, Santa, and lastly, one who like to be called the Snake.

Hot topic of discussion that night was about a fifth guy from the chat room named AlwaysStinkyGuy. Apparently, ASG ruffled up some feathers weeks before with some nonsense bickering and then found it a great idea to give open invites to all the members to meet him in person. How easy was it for those had a distain for ASG simply impersonate or pretend they were just seeking friendly advice or be someone else? Yep, that damn easy to pump his ego up for a big fall.

Brother Louie confessed to the group what he did. ASG was addicted to alcohol. Felt that without it, there was no party. No fun to he had. All it took was to meet up with him, and simply buy ASG a bunch of free drinks from the bar. And while he was bringing them to the table, make a detour in the bathroom. Hawk tuah. Hawk tuah. Hawk tuah. Alcohol at 40% is known to kill (some) germs he thought. He disliked ASG, but not to the point where he wanted to make him sick. Brother Louie confessed to the others his feeling of satisfaction when ASG chugged down those free drinks after the cheers of their glasses. Slippy slide down the hatch went the goops and goops of their trust.

Santa looked at Brother Louie and said, "That's it?" So weak he yelled out at the group. When Santa pretended to be someone else and met up with ASG, he claimed he went a step further and dosed ASG with some of what he called "love potion #8" mixed in with some Baily's. SWIM looked at Santa and asked, "What the hell is that?" Santa then spoke no words. His red eyes veered down to below his waist and he let out quite sinister laugh. Then he started singing the opening phrase to Nirvana, "Come as You Are. " Lastly, he said for the entire week before, all he did was drank lots of milk and ate red meat to make the love potion more clumpy and bitter.

SWIM at this point started to gag. Both Santa and the Snake seem just fine. Next the Snake chimed in and said body fluids in hidden in alcohol is like so 80's. SWIM was thinking the Snake was talking down onto the rest of the group. So he asked, what did you do? The Snake just quoted a medical article about improper hand washing or none at all by food service workers leading to Montezuma's revenge. He said all you need is a tiny piece of soiled toilet paper because the cheaply Thai toilet paper will dissolve in water. What's left floating in the drink would be called "love potion #2. " Then the Snake excused himself to go to the bathroom.

After he came back, the waitress finally came over to take their drink order. Brother Louie, Santa, and the Snake all got mixed drinks. SWIM ordered Coke Zero, ice cold, in a can, and let me open it up at the table, straw please. When the drinks came to the table. The three who told their stories of revenge looked at SWIM and said unison, "What did you do mister bigshot?" SWIM looked at them all and said politely, "Nothing. " Then he sipped on his Coke Zero and smiled. Then after a brief pause, he said, "Let me explain. "
ASG did everything to himself. Let's see. Posted conquests. Named bars. Named girls. Showed pics of girls. Showed pics of his bills and even gave dates. It's 2024 and even in 2023 and 2022, there is thing called social media. Once you attach yourself and those photos to social media and want to to be the "Morning Star" of attention. You better make sure you are a hell of a bad ass or at least a real nice guy. ASG isn't either of these. SWIM just felt sorry for the guy. All it takes is for somebody get a hold of ASG's pics on social media from these bars. Go meet up with a previous posted girl. Buy her a few drinks and somehow slip in that you are looking for a long lost buddy.

I know him will say the girls. Oh yeah, want 1 more drink? He's my buddy, but I lost his LINE info. Bam. LINE sent through share. Then comes Facebook and everything else. Oddly enough, SWIM admitted when he may have in fact made the secret add, then about a week later, those suggestions for friends started popping up. Most friends suggestion where in Thailand, but weird that some where Thai girls, some where foreign guys, and some were EL Bees. Wonder whose to blame for this? The only other friend of the same old LINE account is a 70 year old OG from the dark side that has been the account for years. Somebody is playing dirty.

The other three gave SWIM a blank stare and said, "We need to name you the Destroyer. " SWIM smiled and said, "Save that nick name for the one called Devin, that was just a story. Really, I did nothing. " Not even sure what I am saying because I am drunk off this Coke Zero. And besides, as dumb as ASG is was or is now, there can only be one who is even more dumb. They looked at SWIM and said, "Who?" SWIM smiled. Looked at the audience. Sipped his soda. Then answered, "The poor sap that replies. ".

(If this was Chaturanga, King is now trapped).

Nice little creative writing attempt. It’s cute you think you’re in my league.

"Oh, so that's your big plan? You're going to run around playing amateur detective, whispering secrets to Thai girls like some low-budget spy movie? News flash: I don't play in the kiddie pool. You think I care if people find out about my forum posts? Spoiler alert I own every word. I'm right here, out in the open, making moves while you're sneaking around like it's some grand conspiracy.

Let me clue you in on how this is really going to play out. You'll huff and puff, get nowhere, and maybe just maybe muster the courage to walk up to someone and say, 'Guess what I heard?' And the minute they look at you, they'll see right through it. Because here's the thing: people can smell desperation. They can see who's the real deal and who's still floundering, trying to feel relevant.

So by all means, get out there. Make me the headline. Because when all is said and done, you're going to learn the hard way that playing against me is like playing chess with a goldfish. I don't even have to try. You're swimming in the shallow end, kid, and I'm the deep waters you don't know how to handle. Make the rounds, spill your little tea, and then take a good look in the mirror. I'll be here, where I always am front and center, unapologetic, while you wonder how you lost before the game even started. ".


Oh, and lets not forget you and your little circle of keyboard warriors on that other unarmed Pattaya Discord group. You all think you've cracked the code, like you're some elite team of masterminds, but let me tell you you're not even in the game. You sit around hyping each other up, convinced you've got it all figured out, but the truth? You're a joke. All of you are spinning your wheels, posting your little theories while the real players move right past you.

So do us all a favor go grab your buddies in India, grab some tikka masala, and sit this one out. Because from where Im standing, youre trying to play chess with checkers skills, and its just embarrassing. Run along now, kid. This is the big leagues.

[Nyezhov]

Hello, everyone! I'm thrilled to be visiting Pattaya for the first time. I've gone through some of the previous posts here, and they've been super helpful, but I still feel a bit lost about where the absolute must-visit spots are. I'the love some recommendations for hidden gems and any can't-miss experiences you think a first-timer would enjoy. Thanks in advance for your tips and looking forward to exploring this vibrant city!

Vibrant City. You mean open air brothel. Here's your most important tip: you aren't handsome and she doesn't love you. You're never going to be handsome and she's never going to love you.

[Nyezhov]

I'll tell you dudes what it is. Real genuine peace of mind is when you have a hot girl blowing you. For those precious minutes, nothing matters anymore. No high can match it. Not alcohol, not drugs, nothing. You know why?

Cause at the end of your dick is a pair of lips that's sucking you off. A pair of hot lips that belong to another human being. It's the ultimate high to be had, it's life saying that you deserve this. You deserve to be blown. You've had a shitty, shitty life. You wish death on yourself every goddamn day. Life has been cruel to you. But somehow you have a little cash stashed away, and now you're going to pay a hot girl to blow you. That's the littlest, tiniest semblance of power that sad sacks of shit like myself get to have so by Beelzebub I'm going to get me some.

Then if I had any guts at all, I might fucking finally jump in front of that bus. Jeezum crow. I hate being alive.

Dude I hope you're referring to female lips.

[Nyezhov]

Oh, look at you, getting all bold with that keyboard. "Blow me"? That's the best comeback you've got? What are you, in high school? Calling me verbose like you even know what that meanstrust me, you're out of your depth. You're just another insecure hack who can't handle it when someone with an actual brain steps into the room. Don't try to diagnose me with "anger management issues" when you're the one frothing at the mouth. Get a grip, grow up, and maybe you'll be able to form a real argument instead of just spitting out the kind of trash that belongs in a dumpster.

Wow. Brilliant riposte. I'm just totally destroyed as a human being. All I can say is blow me you loser piece of shit. You don't deserve much more.

[Newton York]

I'll tell you dudes what it is. Real genuine peace of mind is when you have a hot girl blowing you. For those precious minutes, nothing matters anymore. No high can match it. Not alcohol, not drugs, nothing. You know why?

Cause at the end of your dick is a pair of lips that's sucking you off. A pair of hot lips that belong to another human being. It's the ultimate high to be had, it's life saying that you deserve this. You deserve to be blown. You've had a shitty, shitty life. You wish death on yourself every goddamn day. Life has been cruel to you. But somehow you have a little cash stashed away, and now you're going to pay a hot girl to blow you. That's the littlest, tiniest semblance of power that sad sacks of shit like myself get to have so by Beelzebub I'm going to get me some.

Then if I had any guts at all, I might fucking finally jump in front of that bus. Jeezum crow. I hate being alive.

[Newton York]

Well, it's been one hell of a past few months for me. Wish me luck fellas, I'm somehow going back to work, but I have a feeling I won't last long. This is is though. If it doesn't work this time, I'm going to take the whole of 2025 off. Going to concentrate on finally getting my own ass back to Bangkok, so I can get some ass in Bangkok!

I got some cash squirreled away, and if there's a time to use it. This is it. I really need some pussy.

It's not so much I wish I was dead, though that does cross my mind a lot over the years. It's that I wish I was never born. Whats the point of all this pain and anguish in life when there's so little joy in existing? Decades. We're talking decades of existing, and I've only ever felt real joy days at a time. Only days at a time.

If I died now, it'd mean something like less than 10 percent of my life was ever anything that felt like living or peace, or that stupid thing called happiness.

I'm tired of trying new things too. I'm at an age now that I don't give 2 fucks anymore about trying some new place to hobby. I know Bangkok, I know Phrom Phong. I know what kind of flights I like, which airlines I'm ok with. Maybe it's time to just fuck it. And in the good way too.

[SubCmdr]

Oh, look at you, getting all bold with that keyboard. "Blow me"? That's the best comeback you've got? What are you, in high school? Calling me verbose like you even know what that meanstrust me, you're out of your depth. You're just another insecure hack who can't handle it when someone with an actual brain steps into the room. Don't try to diagnose me with "anger management issues" when you're the one frothing at the mouth. Get a grip, grow up, and maybe you'll be able to form a real argument instead of just spitting out the kind of trash that belongs in a dumpster.

No doubt! He is a racist, cross thread, cross country, foul mouthed troll that does nothing but post male bovine excrement across several different country threads. But he is a equal opportunity sphincter. Just like his racist friend Captain Oakie who he has not aligned with and taken the flame war to me in the Dominican Republic threads.

This is Nyezhov latest post in the Dominican Republic Threads:

So we are rid of that piece of shit over on the Thailand Board? Mess Boy is over on the gleaming sands of the DR? Thank god you guys can have him.

Nyezhov, have you ever been to the Dominican Republic?

No dude I have never been to the Dominican republic. While there are parts of the country that are nice for people in my milieu to go to, your favorite destination is a no-go for decent mongers, whatever that may mean. Nuff said.

Then why are you posting there about me after you said that you have me on ignore?

Still in Cambodia?

[EverythingThai]

Blow me you piece of shit see*nt. You are a overly verbose attention seeking asshole with evidently an anger management problem.

Oh, look at you, getting all bold with that keyboard. "Blow me"? That's the best comeback you've got? What are you, in high school? Calling me verbose like you even know what that means—trust me, you're out of your depth. You're just another insecure hack who can't handle it when someone with an actual brain steps into the room. Don't try to diagnose me with "anger management issues" when you're the one frothing at the mouth. Get a grip, grow up, and maybe you'll be able to form a real argument instead of just spitting out the kind of trash that belongs in a dumpster.

[ElMexicant]

This might be the best, maybe true, maybe fictional, story ever told. There was a meet up at a named Thai bar in Pattaya awhile back. All the guys who went knew each other from a somewhat anonymous chat group. There were four guys in total. First guy to arrive was named SWIM. Then the others who came later were Brother Louie, Santa, and lastly, one who like to be called the Snake.

Hot topic of discussion that night was about a fifth guy from the chat room named AlwaysStinkyGuy. Apparently, ASG ruffled up some feathers weeks before with some nonsense bickering and then found it a great idea to give open invites to all the members to meet him in person. How easy was it for those had a distain for ASG simply impersonate or pretend they were just seeking friendly advice or be someone else? Yep, that damn easy to pump his ego up for a big fall.

Brother Louie confessed to the group what he did. ASG was addicted to alcohol. Felt that without it, there was no party. No fun to he had. All it took was to meet up with him, and simply buy ASG a bunch of free drinks from the bar. And while he was bringing them to the table, make a detour in the bathroom. Hawk tuah. Hawk tuah. Hawk tuah. Alcohol at 40% is known to kill (some) germs he thought. He disliked ASG, but not to the point where he wanted to make him sick. Brother Louie confessed to the others his feeling of satisfaction when ASG chugged down those free drinks after the cheers of their glasses. Slippy slide down the hatch went the goops and goops of their trust.

Santa looked at Brother Louie and said, "That's it?" So weak he yelled out at the group. When Santa pretended to be someone else and met up with ASG, he claimed he went a step further and dosed ASG with some of what he called "love potion #8" mixed in with some Baily's. SWIM looked at Santa and asked, "What the hell is that?" Santa then spoke no words. His red eyes veered down to below his waist and he let out quite sinister laugh. Then he started singing the opening phrase to Nirvana, "Come as You Are. " Lastly, he said for the entire week before, all he did was drank lots of milk and ate red meat to make the love potion more clumpy and bitter.

SWIM at this point started to gag. Both Santa and the Snake seem just fine. Next the Snake chimed in and said body fluids in hidden in alcohol is like so 80's. SWIM was thinking the Snake was talking down onto the rest of the group. So he asked, what did you do? The Snake just quoted a medical article about improper hand washing or none at all by food service workers leading to Montezuma's revenge. He said all you need is a tiny piece of soiled toilet paper because the cheaply Thai toilet paper will dissolve in water. What's left floating in the drink would be called "love potion #2. " Then the Snake excused himself to go to the bathroom.

After he came back, the waitress finally came over to take their drink order. Brother Louie, Santa, and the Snake all got mixed drinks. SWIM ordered Coke Zero, ice cold, in a can, and let me open it up at the table, straw please. When the drinks came to the table. The three who told their stories of revenge looked at SWIM and said unison, "What did you do mister bigshot?" SWIM looked at them all and said politely, "Nothing. " Then he sipped on his Coke Zero and smiled. Then after a brief pause, he said, "Let me explain. "
ASG did everything to himself. Let's see. Posted conquests. Named bars. Named girls. Showed pics of girls. Showed pics of his bills and even gave dates. It's 2024 and even in 2023 and 2022, there is thing called social media. Once you attach yourself and those photos to social media and want to to be the "Morning Star" of attention. You better make sure you are a hell of a bad ass or at least a real nice guy. ASG isn't either of these. SWIM just felt sorry for the guy. All it takes is for somebody get a hold of ASG's pics on social media from these bars. Go meet up with a previous posted girl. Buy her a few drinks and somehow slip in that you are looking for a long lost buddy.

I know him will say the girls. Oh yeah, want 1 more drink? He's my buddy, but I lost his LINE info. Bam. LINE sent through share. Then comes Facebook and everything else. Oddly enough, SWIM admitted when he may have in fact made the secret add, then about a week later, those suggestions for friends started popping up. Most friends suggestion where in Thailand, but weird that some where Thai girls, some where foreign guys, and some were EL Bees. Wonder whose to blame for this? The only other friend of the same old LINE account is a 70 year old OG from the dark side that has been the account for years. Somebody is playing dirty.

The other three gave SWIM a blank stare and said, "We need to name you the Destroyer. " SWIM smiled and said, "Save that nick name for the one called Devin, that was just a story. Really, I did nothing. " Not even sure what I am saying because I am drunk off this Coke Zero. And besides, as dumb as ASG is was or is now, there can only be one who is even more dumb. They looked at SWIM and said, "Who?" SWIM smiled. Looked at the audience. Sipped his soda. Then answered, "The poor sap that replies. ".

(If this was Chaturanga, King is now trapped).

[EverythingThai]

Need to interrupt your programming for an important message. See below pic. Enuf said.

(Thank you and now you may continue with those keyboard strokes and that of the other stimulating kind to each other). Chicken tikka masala for everyone but not for everything. LOL.

Oh, look at you big spender with the cartoon monkey and some girl who probably wouldnt give you the time of day if she knew who was on the other end of this post. Whats the plan here? Flash some cash and hope she magically appears in your sad little life? Hate to break it to you, but no amount of cheap graphics or crumpled bills is going to change the fact that you're just another lonely, delusional wannabe.

And wait, who am I kidding? You don't even have a wallet because you're cheap as hell! You're out here pretending to be some high-roller when you're probably scraping together change for instant noodles. And lets talk about that pathetic Ape Fitness branding. What are you? The creepy gym stalker lurking in the corner? You actually think anyone in this forum cares? Newsflash: they don't. The only thing anyone is thinking when they see this is how pathetic you look sneaking into hotels for the free breakfast, trying to pass yourself off as something you're not. And lets be real, you're that creepy gym rat who thinks he's Gods gift to the ladies, strutting around like some kind of prize when really, you're just making everyone uncomfortable. You’re not impressing anyone, buddy. The only thing you're lifting is the collective cringe level every time you try to flex. Women aren't flocking to you they're probably avoiding eye contact and praying you don't try to strike up a conversation. Face it: you're not Gods gift to anyone, least of all the poor souls stuck sharing gym space with you.

Keep dreaming, champ. Maybe one day you’ll realize it takes more than a fantasy, free buffet leftovers, and a reputation as the local gym weirdo to impress anyone worth a damn. Until then, enjoy your sad little shrine of desperation.

[Nyezhov]

I don't disagree with most of your post however I think you're wrong about the creator of El Mexicant. I thought El Mexicant was the latest incarnation of MonkeyPaw.

I met MonkeyPaw one night. Cool dude.

[Nyezhov]

Oh don't think I forgot about you.

Look who decided to show up the genius who thinks Cambodia is some sort of vacation paradise. Let me break it to you, pal: Cambodia is where the lowest of the low go to hide. It's where the kind of scumbags who couldn't hack it in real cities like Bangkok end up trying to make a name for themselves. If you were in Thailand, maybe you should've stayed there. You know, where things actually happen. Cambodia? That's where desperate losers go when they've been chased out of somewhere real. You're not impressing anyone with your little "next door" story.

Oh, I worship a "ghetto thug," huh? That's the best you've got? You're so far off the mark it's not even funny. You think throwing out dumbass labels like that is going to get under my skin? Newsflash, pal, it's just making you look like a clueless idiot. I don't need to follow other members to get my kicks. But you? You're the one who's obsessed with trying to pin me into some corner that doesn't even exist. Maybe you should stop projecting your pathetic little fantasies and grow up. But then again, given the level of intelligence you're working with, that might be asking too much. Stick to your lame assumptions, because they're the only thing you seem to be good at.

Blow me you piece of shit see*nt. You are a overly verbose attention seeking asshole with evidently an anger management problem.

[EverythingThai]

Hey ghetto thug worshiping suckhole. I was in Thailand two weeks ago and I'm right next door in Cambodia.

Oh don't think I forgot about you.

Look who decided to show up the genius who thinks Cambodia is some sort of vacation paradise. Let me break it to you, pal: Cambodia is where the lowest of the low go to hide. It's where the kind of scumbags who couldn't hack it in real cities like Bangkok end up trying to make a name for themselves. If you were in Thailand, maybe you should've stayed there. You know, where things actually happen. Cambodia? That's where desperate losers go when they've been chased out of somewhere real. You're not impressing anyone with your little "next door" story.

Oh, I worship a "ghetto thug," huh? That's the best you've got? You're so far off the mark it's not even funny. You think throwing out dumbass labels like that is going to get under my skin? Newsflash, pal, it's just making you look like a clueless idiot. I don't need to follow other members to get my kicks. But you? You're the one who's obsessed with trying to pin me into some corner that doesn't even exist. Maybe you should stop projecting your pathetic little fantasies and grow up. But then again, given the level of intelligence you're working with, that might be asking too much. Stick to your lame assumptions, because they're the only thing you seem to be good at.

[EverythingThai]

No worries. But like I said before, the moment I saw you wearing dress shoes with Nike gym shorts at Soi 6 under dark shades, I decided not to bully short bus kids anymore. It's beneath me at my level. So rarely do I comment directly at somebody. Think of it as mercy on your soul. Confusion is just the best way to ease our minds from the onslaught of information we can't grasp. It's a protection mechanism for the stupid. There I go again. Sorry. The poorly disconnected.

Oh, honey, you're like a walking self-esteem crisis wrapped in a delusional manifesto. Look, I get it. You're trying so hard to sound like you've got something profound to say, but you're just another overinflated balloon of ignorance with a fancy thesaurus. You think you're untouchable, don't you? But all you've really done is wrap your pathetic attempt at being deep in a big, shiny bow of stupidity.

Let's break it down for you: First off, you've got the audacity to critique my outfit while you look like you raided a Goodwill donation bin after a frat party. You want to talk about "level"? I'm on a level you couldn't even comprehend if you spent the rest of your life trying to Google it. You're too busy trying to convince yourself you matter while the rest of the world is actively ignoring you.

And that "mercy on your soul" line? Please. You couldn't give mercy if it slapped you across the face, you pretentious little amateur. You think your confusing, self-righteous babble is going to make anyone care? You're not an enigma, you're just a sad, poorly-disguised cry for attention. So keep talking, sweetheart. It's adorable how you think you're still relevant. Spoiler alert: You're not.