Bangkok Reports

[QUOTE=Syzygies;2298001]While I don't need piercings and tats, etc. They have become so common that one has to try to ignore them I think. Never found a tongue piercing to be a problem, even if they seem pointless. I can't see them improving a BBBJ at all. Are there any Thai girls without Tats? Maybe but not many hookers have no tats I think. Hence we get the really ugly phrase "the tramp stamp". My GF also has tats. I live with it. So did the previous GFs, except maybe only two of them had no tats. Those two were the ones who performed worst on the bed and being the most conservative girls.

Wild girls on the bed mostly have tats in my experience. So just accept it.

Yes I can agree, it would be nice if she was totally pristine, it is known I like as natural looks as possible. I prefer slightly smaller more upturned nose, but her nose is not at all unacceptable to me. Western girls normally have bigger noses than Thai. Nice to hear I am not the only one a bit fussy about noses. Ha ha.[/QUOTE]I agree that we have to accept tats if we are going to monger in Thailand these days. But, my god, sometimes they cover major portions of their body. As with the girl in that video you linked. That is why I try to use the term "big, ugly" tattoo when that is the case. I can ignore small ones here and there unless they are right next to or on their pussy, breasts or face. Unfortunate placement, imo.

I picked up a somewhat exotic, sexy looking FL on Soi 4 last night. She is kind of new to that particular scene. Maybe I'd seen her in the area 1-2 times before recently and just passed her by. Her entire back was one big, ugly tattoo. Of course, I did not know that until she undressed in my room because she'd learned to keep it covered in her street clothes. Luckily, I am not a finisher in doggie position. It is missionary for me. So it was a non issue and easy to ignore.

Every so often, we are reminded of the reason we do what we do. The previous night I had a buzzing encounter with the most charming Phammy of Billboard. The night before that it was breasts from Thermae. Tonight, Saturday night, was something different still. You got to love LOS: it throws things at you from all directions.

[B]The Failure of Thermae[/B]

My plan was to return to Thermae. My encounter with Pattii had been such an unmitigated success, I was eager to try someone else from Thermae. I was a little hesitant because of the awkwardness posed by potentially running into Pattii again, but that can be managed. Anyway, I headed over to Terminal 21 at around 8:15 pm for dinner, and then the Starbucks for the nightly upload of caffeine, and by the time I walked into Thermae it must have been 9:15 pm, on Saturday night.

The difference between Saturday night and Thursday night was stark. Saturday night was absolutely packed. There were so many men (and ladies), it was mildly uncomfortable. I mean, it made the place far harder to navigate. I got in and there were these two geeks chuckling like little girls at the concept of a supermarket for women. One of them was saying "What do you mean it's a supermarket? And the other said "Yeah, that's what I heard this other dude call it, a SUPERMARKET. . . Bbbbbahahahahaha!

OK children, the play area is that way. After fighting the crowds to get myself a drink, I entered the rotation. There were three big, fat-assed Asian dudes in front of me, and so I got into their slipstream. It made moving through the crowd way easier. But it shielded me from exposure to the girls, which was not a particularly good thing. As we muscled our way around, I came to Pattii, standing in the same spot I picked her from 2 nights earlier. She smiled awkwardly, and I smiled awkwardly. I went over and said Hello, how are you, nice to see you, having fun? Good luck tonight, ok? Ok kaa. And off went my three Asian dudes, so I had to go with them.

I got around to the other side and let my Asian dudes go on without me. I hung out back there for about 4. 5 minutes before I realized this place was just too, too busy to conduct any meaningful business. Too many people, too much activity, I could not focus on anyone in particular. So I bee-lined to the exit and walked out. Yeah, Thermae failed me this time, but only because of its popularity on Saturday night. So my previous post (the conceited one), where I spoke unequivocally about how one can find success in Thermae just so long as you have the attitude was disproven rather easily here tonight. There are times when the conditions within Thermae make it a losing proposition, and tonight was one of those nights. I admit there must be many others.

So what to do? Over to Soi Cowboy? Naah, that ain't my scene. Street Walker along Suk? Maybe. Back to NEP? Probably. I decided to make my way down Suk towards NEP. If I saw anything on the street that met my fancy, then I'the go for it. As a backup, if I bombed at NEP, then I could always hit Mixx or Spasso. No one ever loses in BKK unless they want to.

[B]Close call with a beautiful (wo)man[/B]

As I crossed the side soi next to the Westin, there was a girl standing there looking elegant as a Ferrari Dino. She was wearing a peach top and a white mini skirt. The cloth on the mini skirt was kind of stiff, not clingy, and it revealed some lovely legs. Her frame was slender, and her face was very sophisticated. Her hair was bleached down to a light brown (not the typical peroxide job), and her fingers looked to be very well manicured. MM, tasty, maybe. As I approached her, she looked right at me, and clearly she was interested. She looked right at me, and I at her, and as I approached, I suddenly got cold feet and walked past her. Not sure why: everything was right, everything was in place for me to at least have a conversation. But something was not quite right, and so I walked past her. And as I did, she pinches my elbow and THERE! Lady fucking BOY! Aaaahh, hahah, yeah, you ain't getting ME! Hah! I beat your trap! Damn, but she was a good one. I mean seriously, I turned back and looked at her and even now knowing she was currently or had been in the past a dude, I could not find any sign of it. I smiled at her, and she smiled back as if to say "I almost had you, you pretty little man. ".

I found no other decent female SWs, so I went straight to NEP. And same as on Fri night, the lineup in the Nana parking lot was really, really good. I mean there were something like 15-20 girls right by the sign, and there must have been 5 girls that were doable. Perhaps one of them was really good (not stunner, but really good). Nonetheless, I decided to go into a gogo bar to see what was on display.

The night before I had been to Mandarin, Rainbow 4 and Billboard. So tonight I wanted to check out some other places. I don't really like Lucky, and Angel Witch has never really worked for me before. But I have pulled girls from Rainbow 3, which has a very different vibe than Rainbow 4. So that's where I head.

[B]The Preamble in Rainbow 3[/B]

I get in, am seated on the near side near the corner of seats, and begin the Gaze of Kumbu. I look at each girl, from bottom to top (I. E. , legs first, hips and butt next, then waist, then breasts, then face). That order works best for my cognitive processing. I spy three good looking girls, but the pick of them is right near me, looking right at me with a death stare, like "You WILL be mine tonight". Uh-oh. Shy Kumbu looks away. I can't stand direct attention like that, please don't subject me to such pressure!

But through my peripheral vision I can see her undulating very vigorously, and truth be told, the meat she is moving is quite pleasing to Kumbu. So I slowly start to look her way, but oh too late! This young blonde bastard to my right has set his sights on her. Fucker. How can I compete with that?! He's 15 years my junior, an upgrade in skin color (I. E. , he is white, I am not), and he looks like Brad mutherfucking Pitt. So girlie on stage suddenly shifts her stance and starts focusing on him. I know this is a mistake for girlie: this guy ain't going to treat you the way Kumbu will. Please, you must know that! But no, she is enamored with the pale skinned one, and the hip-gyrations that were once aimed at me have shifted focus over to the young but dull-looking one to my right.

So I take a sip of my drink and consider my options. Do I gogo hop? Do I go out and try to pick up one of those SWs in the Nana parking lot? Do I hit a nightclub? As I was thinking through these options, I noticed a pair of super hot eyes looking my way from around 10 O'clock. I take a look, and they are gone. I can't find them. I see a whole bunch of girls looking my way because besides the fucker Brad Pitt to my right, there were precious few eligible punters in the bar at that point. There was an Indonesian-looking dude across the way, and a rather large-headed Korean guy to my left. Neither of them looked palatable, and so I think I was it. Slim pickin's gals, slim pickin's.

So about half a dozen or more girls are looking my way, but none of them have the killer eyes that I [I]thought[/I] I saw. So I go through the girls methodically, from stage-left, working my way towards me. Girl 1 is fat-assed, so crossed off my list. Girl 2 is skinny-legged, so out. Girl 3 has a ginormous ass and pot belly, yeesh. Girl 4 has a haggard-looking belly, so nope. Girl 5 looks very plain. Nothing wrong with her, but certainly not worth the effort or money. Girl 6 is unattractive (face), so out. Girl 7 is also skinny-legged, so no thanks. Girl 8 is too dolled up (peroxide hair, fake boobs, fake nose, loads of make up), so off the list. Girl 9 is looking away from me, so I can't see if she's the one, and so she's crossed off my li- hold on a moment. . . What's this I see here? I look at her body (can't see her face yet), and she has proportions that make me want to sing the Sound of Music song out loud. She has an ass that is pert, round and perfectly sized for her body. Her legs are slender, but very shapely. Her waist is tiny and gorgeous, and her boobs look to be worth a handful or so. But really, the winning card in her deck were her legs, which were [B]melodic[/B] beauty to the max. They were slender, shapely, and perfectly proportioned to her body. Such elegance is rarely on display anywhere, even in the hallowed halls of NEP.

And then she turns and looks right at me, and my heart stops for a moment. This girl had eyes that would stop a run-away locomotive train. They would launch a thousand ships. They would leap tall buildings in a single bound, umm, no, sorry, got my references all mixed up there. But you get my point: she had a totally gorgeous face. Gents, her number is 087 in Rainbow 3. I urge you to go check her out and see if she ain't a pretty young thing.

[QUOTE] 🎶The Hills Are Alive . . . with the sound of muuuuuuusic! 🎵 [/QUOTE]She was clearly an Isaan girl, but her eyes were such a phenomenon. Her nose was the give-away, as was her skin, but again, her eyes, did I mention that? She looked at me and a wry smile crept into the sides of her mouth. And then it disappeared as she looked away. We played looksie for a few minutes, and then I decided to buy her a LD before the fuck-wit Brad Pitt to my right turned his attention to her. He had bought the previous girlie a LD, by the way, but conversation was looking strained at this point.

So I call my new girl over, and she saunters off stage, around, and over to me. She wais, and as she does so, I realize she is a very petite girl. On stage she looked larger than life. She looked like she was 5'6" tall, but now, up close, she looked closer to 5'1", and perhaps 90 lbs. So a small spinner. Usually, I like my girls with a little more heft, but I could be persuaded to take her out for a spin. I usually need space to park the truck, but I've parked in a compact spot before.

She sits, and she keeps looking at me with those eyes, and my heart flutters while my dick hollers. The conversation is fine. Not fluid and easy, but not strained either. She seems into me, but not overly eager. And I'm feeling some vibe, but not electricity like last night with Phammy. So I play it cool, keep sipping our drinks, and watch to see what transpires.

Somehow, in the meantime, Brad Pitt has escaped and left girlie holding her tits. I told you girlie: shoulda gone with Kumbu. But noooooo, you just had to go with the Caucasian kid, didn't you?

After about 10 minutes, my girl asks if I want to BF her. I look her in the eye and ask her if she thinks that's a good idea. She says "Yes, why not?" and I say "No, not why not. But why. Why is it a good idea?" To which she says "If you don't bar fine me, you will be missing". Ah, the FOMO argument. Does she think I am a millennial?

But I fall for it, not because of FOMO, but because I am feeling kind of lazy. I don't really want to put in the work to go find someone else suitable, and she is a very pretty girl, so I could do a lot worse, but not that much better. So 700 BF to mama san, and 3000 baht quoted for ST. I tell her that I will pay 3000 baht if it is really good, but 2500 if it is so-so, and 3500 baht if it is super awesome. She smiles and says ok.

She returns a few minutes later wearing a one-piece, grey dress that seems to be made of velvet. Velvet: who wears velvet in the heat of Bangkok? It makes her look both folksy and sexy at the same time. Her long hair drapes down the back, bringing attention to her bubble butt, and the length of the dress also brings attention to her slender but shapely legs. But the center piece of this art exhibit is her eyes. Alluring, mesmeric, and deep. [B]Melodic[/B], like her legs.

[B]Melancholy Revealed[/B]

We walk back to the Landmark, not chatting too much. And when we get into the room, she is all business. "Me shower, then you shower, ok mai?" Ok kraap. After the showers, we lie on the bed in our towels and chat a little. I ask her how old she is (a youthful 20 yrs), and "do you have a bab-" and before I could finish, she snaps "yes. " Ok, I ask how old and she snaps "2 year old". And as this "conversation" unfolds, I begin to understand her low-key, understated demeanor.

I am witness to the loss of youth and fractured ambition. This girl got pregnant at 17 yrs, gave birth at 18 yrs, probably was deserted by some scum boyfriend, and out of desperation, is yielding her body and dignity to the thundering power of economic reality. Do you remember when you were 20 yrs old? Bright-eyed, ambitious, expectant. . . The world was your oyster. . . You could do anything. . . Any more clichs on this topic? Well, none of that applies to Naan of Rainbow 3.

While, very sadly, she is the norm and not the exception amongst the girls of NEP, that does not mean she cannot feel some bitterness or resentment. Nor does it mean she needs to do this with wild enthusiasm every night. So as this realization of her lamenting existence washes over me, I watch her face with a new found kind of sympathy. Her melancholic way struck a chord with me, and tonight at least, she would be treated with as much respect as the situation permits. I can't remove this oppression from her life, but I can at least help minimize it. And in so doing, this won't be charity: I will get something in return, but I just won't be exploiting the situation to the degree I could, nor will I engage in mocking her anguish.

Some of you are reading this and thinking that I am a sucker. That's fine by me. I'm just reporting what was going through my mind as this all unfolded. Do with that what you will: I am not going to preach to you about any of this.

[B]Where's the Good Stuff?[/B]

Now, despite the above, I am still a man. And she is still a gorgeous young thing with a body to die for, and so my mind is still fixated on what men and women tend to do when alone together after midnight in a hotel room in a foreign country. Mongering is complex stuff: full of heady sexual desire, but also filled with complex emotions and epiphanies.

Turning to the more carnal, I expect some child-bearing damage somewhere, and indeed, once the towel came off, there was an incision scar down her belly. Her breasts are also somewhat haggard, probably from the deflation after the lactation stage. But they were still in pretty good shape. Her butt had some stretch marks, which were not apparent in the colored light of the bar, but this is the norm here.

I start to warm her up by rubbing her body, then kissing it, and then I go in to DATY, which she seemed to open up to. She got progressively more and more into it, and as I worked my tongue for her pleasure, she gently stroked my ears, my neck and my hair. I used those cues to guide me through the process, until she finally (after perhaps 10 minutes of hard work) crested, whimpered, and slowly released tension.

I kiss my way up her belly expecting to be welcomed like a hero and thanked, but instead, she looks away from me and says "You have condom?" Translation: let's get on with this. Ok, I get it, business first, right?

On goes Mr. Trojan, and in he goes. Because of the DATY, she was already very wet, but I was a little nervous because of her petite size. I usually don't pick girls so small because, well, little Kumbu is the aforementioned truck, and Naan is the aforementioned compact parking sport. In terms of girth, little Kumbu is very average, but in terms of length, he's kind of a poky bastard. So I was a little worried that this little woman would be impaled by little Kumbu, so I would need to be careful.

I inserted very gingerly, expecting her to wince, but to my surprise, it went in quickly and easily. I mean, her pussy was downright spacious. It would have felt so very luxurious, if it didn't feel so goddam loose. I hate to be negative, but there was almost no friction being generated whatsoever. This could take a while.

So in missionary, I am pumping like a fucking chipmunk trying to get some traction, but I'm getting nothing. I wonder what is happening to all this energy I am spending on her pussy. She needs someone to install some kind of regenerative braking system into her pussy. That way, all this energy being spent in her pussy can be used to help the world. It's part of the Kumbu's New Green Deal. Watch for it on CNN.

As I am pumping like a maniac, twisting left and right, arching up and down, all to no avail, her head is turned to her right, her gorgeous eyes closed, and she's panting. Is this doing something for her?! Maybe. Just maybe. But she senses that something is amiss, perhaps from my shrieks of desperation, and so she initiates a position change. She switches into a side-spoon position, and this now starts to do the trick. Her wide hips, bouncy butt and hint of a cocoa-colored orifice are getting little Kumbu a little worked up. Also, from this position, her pussy is feeling tighter. So I am getting some friction, at least. But still, it ain't enough for any kind of barely orgasmic sensations.

And Naan, sensing this, switches into doggie. Aaaaaaaaaaah, Naan, my darling, now you are earning that tip. As I mount her, I take a quick gander under the hood. Mmmm, what a gorgeous asshole she has. It's tiny, like the size of a penny in its entirety, and it has very faint crinklage, but otherwise is smooth and perfect. No protrusions, odd colored spots or irregularities. I think such assholes are a signal of youth. I think as you age, you accumulate irregularities in the asshole. You start out with the perfect asshole, and then each time you have some kind of digestive event, something happens to the asshole. We can call this [B]Kumbus First Principle of Anal Irregularity[/B]. It's kind of the human equivalent of circles in tree trunks. Now stop it: I know you are mocking me right now, but in 100 years, I will be heralded as a titan amongst scholars, up there with Newton, Einstein. Children will learn Kumbu's Principles along with Newton's Laws and Einstein's Theories. Mark my words.

Applying Kumbu's First Principle of AI, you can probably estimate someone's age by the number of transformations from perfect. In fact, perhaps instead of asking WGs how old they are, we should just ask "Can I see your asshole?" And they would bend over, pull down their pants and we would inspect, right there in Thermae or the bar or night club. I think this could be a thing, I really do. Anyway, it's so weird saying that an asshole can be gorgeous, but we all know what that means. Right guys? Guys?

So doggie did the trick. Her compact, but very round ass, and very tight midsection, and that gorgeous asshole winking up at me were enough to get my motor running. Plus the angle of penetration created significantly more friction than otherwise, and so together, it was enough to bring Kumbu to a satisfying conclusion to this event.

Clean up, shower, chat, and then off she goes. Before she goes, she asks if she will see me again. Oh. That was a little unexpected. The melancholic nature of her interaction with me suggested she was not interested. But I suppose the 3500 baht was worth repeating. I thought about it for a second, looking at her in those thoroughly amazing eyes, and made up an excuse. I said I was leaving town soon, so probably not. Much as I enjoyed the latter part of our encounter (read: doggie), I could not bear to come face-to-face with the harsh realities of WGs in Bangkok the way that I did tonight. It's healthy, I suppose, but I'm not in this for the reality. I'm in it for the manufactured experience, one where I can imagine the best of the world, and not the worst. I know the reality, but I don't need to live it that closely. That's a luxury I can afford, but one that she can't. That's a sad, selfish fact about me, but it is part of what makes the mongering economy work.

The next post will be the first of a trilogy that will make up the final field reports from this trip for your pal Kumbu. The trilogy consists of a double encounter with a gorgeous woman from Thermae, and a blindingly wild, meth-driven encounter with another girl from Billboards. Crazy shit, so stay tuned.

[QUOTE=Kumbu;2298017]Applying Kumbu's First Principle of AI, you can probably estimate someone's age by the number of transformations from perfect. In fact, perhaps instead of asking WGs how old they are, we should just ask "Can I see your asshole?" And they would bend over, pull down their pants and we would inspect, right there in Thermae or the bar or night club. I think this could be a thing, I really do. Anyway, it's so weird saying that an asshole can be gorgeous, but we all know what that means. Right guys? Guys?[/QUOTE]Absolute rectam Khun Kumbu.

In fact I have used this optimum modum on occasions in the venues before heading back to the loom, however my assumptions of age were totally inaccurate.

Most memorable experiences in Patpong in the late 90's and more recently at Windmill in Pattaya. (where in fact asshole inspections were fully encouraged).

Not convinced this will catch on in establishments like Thermae as the deed would most certainly create disruption to the rotation.

Thanks for the report.

BB.

[QUOTE=Kumbu;2298017]Kumbus First Principle of Anal Irregularity[/QUOTE]I refer to it as Anal Integrity. I'm not a fan of assholes that have 'roids, etc. Really kills the mood.

Another highly entertaining read. Thanks man, you have a gift. Your talk of the magnetic eyes reminds me of Honey, aka Naughty Baby Girl, at Tokyo Hentai Club. OMG I could look at her for days straight.

If you enjoy reading adventures and living vicariously, as I do, I posted about Honey and 5 other Tokyo girls in that thread. For the most fun you can have without actual sex, see the Taipei thread (gangsters and illicit activity are all part of the fun!) And for how to spend a huge wad of money without orgasming, but still have a lifetime experience (ever had you dick cleaned with tequila?) see the Blues Bar post in Shanghai. It is almost anticlimactic to say there are two other posts there at the start of my trip with garden variety awesome hotties from Manhattan Bar in Shanghai. Hope some of it is moderately interesting.

Keep the epics coming!

[QUOTE=Syzygies;2297960]Surely you recall she is not my type. Strong jaw is a bit too masculine looking for me (first time wondered ladyboy or not), not pretty for me, and lots of piercings don't really thrill me.

Raunchy yes, but I don't normally take overly raunchy girls either. Dark skin is no bother.[/QUOTE]I don't know that I would call her raunchy. That's a facade due to her wild look. Have you ever spoken with her? She's the most intelligent girl in the place and is quite sweet.

The bad thing about her is she wears too much lotion, similar to strippers in the USA.

Last 1 month or so, I'm trying my luck at Thai Friendly and wechat. I've stopped using Smooci altogether, go to gogos rarely and don't hit massage salons much. I'm just enjoying TF and Wechat and I've been lucky not to have a bad experience yet. I've met 6 girls in last month by these, wrote couple of FRs on them, and excluding one all are good enough that I've met them twice by now.

So, today I found a new bird at TF. Before finding her, I tried to organised that threesome which I talked about in my previous FR but the other girl was busy (some nice person had booked her for day), moved that plan for next week. Then I met this girl on TF, she only has 1 pic, strange for girls to have one pic on TF. Anyways, I hit her and after usual chit chat I asked if she wanted to meet. She replied with "3 k st". Perfect. Countered with 1. 5 K and deal was done like that. Now, asked her to come at 8 pm but she said she does dinner at 7 so 8 would be weird (ya, not huge fan of tasting her thai dinner either). She suggested 11, and I was on for it.

At 11 pm, she came, in nice red dress, showing her smooth legs. She was fit, neither skinny nor big. In room, we talked a bit, found out she has a baby, 2 years old. She said she's 26, when I doubted jokingly, she just showed her ID. I didn't see it though, and politely agreed. So, I believed she's 26. I was in much mood of shower, so asked her to go shower, and I waited by the bed like a lazy man. And then she came, wrapped in towel, and me in my innocence with no idea what I was in for. She took the towel off, showed her jewels. Nice boobs, and shaved pussy. No scratches, small tatooo on back and no baby cut mark. She jumped into the comforter and I went in too. I started with feeling her body. Touching her everywhere, and then kissing her neck, tummy and ears. And then started the DFK. Man, she didn't stopped for a second. I think for 10 minutes straight we were spooning, kissing each other and feeling each other's body. Then I started rubbing her pussy. And then one finger and then second went in. Simultaneously, I was kissing her and my finger were fucking her. After 3-4 minutes, her vaginal muscles contracted really hard, and she took my hand out.

I was so hard by then. Asked her to do BJ. She started BBBJ, and within 5 blows I was about to come. I asked her to stop. WTF right. Now, little background, I am a person because of whom these WGs get annoyed because I don't come. I have fucked WGs for 30 straight minutes without coming. And now, I was about to come in 5 seconds. Maybe because the make out session was fuckin hot. Told her I will come if she blow me more, and I wanted to fuck, so she put the rubber on. During this rubber putting session, little johny lost it's hardness, so she licked my balls to get him hard again.

Went in mis, and fuck, she was a wild girl. She had no limits. From biting my neck and chest (I don't know how she bit my chest when we were in mis, LOL) and even pulling my hairs. Again, I stopped in-between my thrusts to make sure I don't come so soon. Then I had enough, and I got in my push-ups position and started those powerful thrusts. The mixture of her loud moans, and melody of my balls hitting her hips was honey to my ears. Did those thrusts for couple of minuets and then I came. Confessed to her that I never came so quickly. She also said that she rarely cums but she did with me, but coming from a WG, I don't trust this statement much.

After shower, gave her 1500 + 500 tip. Asked her to stay the night, but she politely declined. Anyways, I took her line and asked if she's available on Sunday. She said yes, so, maybe you're in for another FR next week.

[QUOTE=Gargano19;2298235]The mixture of her loud moans, and melody of my balls hitting her hips was honey to my ears.[/QUOTE]You must have a seriously loose scrotum, dude.

[QUOTE=*****man;2298246]You must have a seriously loose scrotum, dude.[/QUOTE]Reminds me of that movie "Bad Grandpa" where Johnny Knoxville poses as an old man with his balls hanging out of his underwear about a foot.

[QUOTE=Smoothy;2298427]Reminds me of that movie "Bad Grandpa" where Johnny Knoxville poses as an old man with his balls hanging out of his underwear about a foot.[/QUOTE]LOL I only remember that scene from the whole movie, movie was crap though.

[QUOTE=*****man;2298246]You must have a seriously loose scrotum, dude.[/QUOTE]Haha. Ok, not exactly balls. More like groin. But whatever, I always love this sound.

[QUOTE=Gargano19;2298500]LOL I only remember that scene from the whole movie, movie was crap though.[/QUOTE]If I'm not mistaken, that movie won quite a few Oscars that year. Best Picture, Best Actor in a leading role to Johnny Knoxville (mainly for the scene with his balls hanging out of his underwear in the strip club and when his penis was stuck in the coke machine after he tried to fuck it), Best Actor in a supporting role to the little chubby kid for his scene where he dressed as a little girl and entered the beauty pageant dancing to the song Cherry Pie while his grandpa rained dollar bills, and Best Cinematography.

Overall: Excellent movie.

[QUOTE=Smoothy;2298511]If I'm not mistaken, that movie won quite a few Oscars that year. Best Picture, Best Actor in a leading role to Johnny Knoxville (mainly for the scene with his balls hanging out of his underwear in the strip club and when his penis was stuck in the coke machine after he tried to fuck it), Best Actor in a supporting role to the little chubby kid for his scene where he dressed as a little girl and entered the beauty pageant dancing to the song Cherry Pie while his grandpa rained dollar bills, and Best Cinematography.

Overall: Excellent movie.[/QUOTE]Right. Not just oscars, it is also in IMDB top 10 movies.

Don't know why Wikipedia haven't covered it at all.

P.S. I am assuming you were being sarcastic about the oscars, and not actually serious.

[QUOTE=Gargano19;2298522]Right. Not just oscars, it is also in IMDB top 10 movies.[/QUOTE]I don't usually agree with IMDB, but I do see they have it listed at #3 for all time top rated movies.

1) The Shawshank Redemption (1994).

2) The Godfather (1972).

3) Bad Grandpa (2013).

4) The Dark Knight (2008).

5) The Godfather: Part II (1974).

6) The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003).

7) Pulp Fiction (1994).

8) Schindler's List (1993).

9) 12 Angry Men (1957).

10) Fight Club (1999).

[QUOTE=Smoothy;2298575]
The Godfather (1972).
The Godfather: Part II (1974).
Fight Club (1999).[/QUOTE]I enjoyed Fight Club and I consider The Godfather 1 & 2 classics (duh). But I don't think a majority of ISG'ers would appreciate many of my all time favorite films like:

La Dolce Vita.
In a Lonely Place.
High Sierra.
Rocco and His Brothers.
The Asphalt Jungle.
Le Jour Se Leve.
Yojimbo.
The Lady from Shanghai.
Mississippi Mermaid.
My Darling Clementine.
La Strada.
The Idiot
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre

To name but a few...