<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391</id><updated>2012-01-15T22:57:16.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattaya and Bangkok Expat Nightlife and Views</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales, adventures and politically incorrect ramblings of an American Expat in Pattaya and Bangkok, Thailand...and other things that drive me away from the States! If you're younger than 18...Leave Now!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115568493327319106</id><published>2006-08-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:54:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulp Fiction and Divorce And Why Many Men Go to Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/marsellus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/200/marsellus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you've seen the movie Pulp fiction you&lt;br /&gt;may remember a classic seen where&lt;br /&gt;Maynard and Zed took Butch and Marsellus&lt;br /&gt;Wallace down in the basement, had them&lt;br /&gt;don gag balls in the mouth and took&lt;br /&gt;Wallace into the back room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good ever happens in the back&lt;br /&gt;room of the basement, lets face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough Zed starts throwing a pounding&lt;br /&gt;on Marsellus Wallace that the hillbilly in&lt;br /&gt;Deliverance would have been proud of. Butch&lt;br /&gt;tied up at this point, gets loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of booking it, he grabs a sword and goes&lt;br /&gt;to save Marsellus Wallace, who actually wanted&lt;br /&gt;to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallace is saved but still had to put up with the&lt;br /&gt;the rapist Zed working him from behind for quite&lt;br /&gt;a long time...10 seconds would be an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saving him, Butch (Bruce Willis) says to&lt;br /&gt;Wallace (Ving Rhames):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You ok".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Wallace replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nah man, I'm pretty fuckin' far from OK. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not unlike the feeling that most men deal&lt;br /&gt;with after getting divorced. I know guys who are&lt;br /&gt;left to live on less than 30% of their paycheck,&lt;br /&gt;lost the house, kids, self-respect...what a world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of them have to deal with the fact that the&lt;br /&gt;ex is banging some charmer in their house, their&lt;br /&gt;bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder many men go in search of a simpler&lt;br /&gt;way of life. Follow the rules your whole life, and still&lt;br /&gt;come out feeling like Marsellus Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a plan B, that's a bummer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115568493327319106?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115568493327319106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115568493327319106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115568493327319106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115568493327319106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/pulp-fiction-and-divorce-and-why-many.html' title='Pulp Fiction and Divorce And Why Many Men Go to Thailand'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115567442140738965</id><published>2006-08-15T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:40:21.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Babyon by Jerry Hopkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jerryhopkins.com"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/bangkokbabylonbyjerryhopkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite authors is Jerry Hopkins.&lt;br /&gt;I've read nearly all his books and two favorites&lt;br /&gt;are Bangkok Babylon and Thailand Confidential.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read either, you should check&lt;br /&gt;him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopkins has penned a number of excellent&lt;br /&gt;books. Earlier in his career he was an editor&lt;br /&gt;for Rolling Stone and wrote biographies on&lt;br /&gt;Elvis and Jim Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Hopkins moved to Thailand and wrote&lt;br /&gt;several books on Thai culture, from exotic&lt;br /&gt;foods to expat commentaries. I find his books&lt;br /&gt;on Thai culture brutally honest and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry has lived in Thailand for years and offers&lt;br /&gt;a great perspective on a number of issues.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry married a bar girl, so you know this is&lt;br /&gt;a guy who walks the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see all of Jerry Hopkins books at his&lt;br /&gt;website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.JerryHopkins.com"&gt;www.JerryHopkins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115567442140738965?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115567442140738965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115567442140738965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115567442140738965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115567442140738965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/bangkok-babyon-by-jerry-hopkins.html' title='Bangkok Babyon by Jerry Hopkins'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115550385987926363</id><published>2006-08-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:25:42.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Dating World of the BBW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Another Internet Dating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Exclusive From Pattayajoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's an alternative situation, hypothetical of course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've just gone through a shitty 20 year marriage,&lt;br /&gt;now divorced it crossed your mind that you'd like to&lt;br /&gt;get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're entitled to some female companionship, you've&lt;br /&gt;put kids through college, given up the house you paid&lt;br /&gt;for and even send out money routinely. How you wound&lt;br /&gt;up the suckbag you'll never know, you seem to be paying&lt;br /&gt;for everything for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, you're really not that bad of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, you've found yourself in the BBW chat&lt;br /&gt;room...you think you've found a sure thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, wouldn't find me there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBW meaning 'Big Beautiful Woman, although the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;is purely subjective. You think they should change the&lt;br /&gt;name to BW, Big Woman. But hey, big girls need love to,&lt;br /&gt;or so the saying goes. The fact is, you're hornier than&lt;br /&gt;a bucket full of bullhead, so a younger woman with big&lt;br /&gt;hooters sounds like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you do the instant messenger thing and start courting&lt;br /&gt;some bigger chicks. You're in your 40's and start chatting&lt;br /&gt;with some early to mid twenties BBW's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You figure your chances are good. Most the guys this age&lt;br /&gt;are green as crab apples and are chasing playmates, you&lt;br /&gt;figure the BBW road warriors will jump at the chance&lt;br /&gt;to hit the sack with a stud like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality sets in..."oh no, I'm a chubby chaser".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you ask yourself, is this what's it has come to?&lt;br /&gt;There must be a better way. There must be a place where&lt;br /&gt;a nice financially successful guy can get back in the&lt;br /&gt;game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start searching on the internet and find some sites&lt;br /&gt;of some older guys who are actually happy in the dating&lt;br /&gt;scene, they seem to actually be enjoying life, until the&lt;br /&gt;machine catches up with them...&lt;a href="http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/viagra-paperspart-1.html"&gt;read the Viagra Papers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/viagra-paperspart-1.html"&gt;Part 1 here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to South Asia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115550385987926363?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115550385987926363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115550385987926363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115550385987926363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115550385987926363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/internet-dating-world-of-bbw.html' title='Internet Dating World of the BBW'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115547703351114367</id><published>2006-08-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:43:53.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodgy Farang Types</title><content type='html'>Was doing some blog reading today and ran&lt;br /&gt;across a blog that spoke of "those dodgy&lt;br /&gt;farang types".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the author was pointing out that&lt;br /&gt;for the most part we're all a bunch of heavy&lt;br /&gt;issued suckbags. The author was some&lt;br /&gt;english guy, or she pretended to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, he might have a point...but do we&lt;br /&gt;really need some pussy telling us? I mean,&lt;br /&gt;who else does he think is going to read this&lt;br /&gt;blog outside of us dodgy farang types?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose he thinks he'll get pc points from&lt;br /&gt;the oprah book of the month club group. Those&lt;br /&gt;pc types don't really care about Pattaya bro...it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't make their ratings go up, matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;it makes them go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have farts that smell like roses,&lt;br /&gt;but there are those of us who are a little rougher&lt;br /&gt;around the edges. We use to be referred to as men,&lt;br /&gt;but now because of guys like you we're dodgy, pigs,&lt;br /&gt;vermin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattaya is the party capital of the world. Consider&lt;br /&gt;yourself lucky to have been there. Next time you&lt;br /&gt;get a chance to go, take off your skirt and walk into&lt;br /&gt;any bar. You might like what you see and you might&lt;br /&gt;get some interesting conversation from some of us&lt;br /&gt;dodgy farang types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those of us who are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Writers&lt;br /&gt;2. Former lawyers&lt;br /&gt;3. Businessmen&lt;br /&gt;4. Construction workers&lt;br /&gt;5. Suckbags&lt;br /&gt;6. All around good guys&lt;br /&gt;7. Shitheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matter of fact, it's not a lot different from walking into&lt;br /&gt;any bar in your own hometown...except of course there's&lt;br /&gt;a lot of exotic women who don't piss and moan as much&lt;br /&gt;are you're used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115547703351114367?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115547703351114367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115547703351114367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115547703351114367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115547703351114367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/dodgy-farang-types.html' title='Dodgy Farang Types'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115539225454778737</id><published>2006-08-12T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T07:17:34.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattaya Video Here...</title><content type='html'>Surfing around the other day I found this&lt;br /&gt;great little video on Pattaya nightlife...I'm&lt;br /&gt;getting a yearning for the ocean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startdialing.com/download/thailandvideoproject.wmv"&gt;Pattaya Video Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115539225454778737?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115539225454778737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115539225454778737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115539225454778737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115539225454778737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/pattaya-video-here.html' title='Pattaya Video Here...'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115533718210228657</id><published>2006-08-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T07:20:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Society</title><content type='html'>Although I love my country, the USA, it has some&lt;br /&gt;serious issues. Issues that I don't think she'll ever&lt;br /&gt;overcome. The states is never able to overcome an&lt;br /&gt;issue that's detrimental when that same issue is&lt;br /&gt;financially strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing nothing about life in the states is real.&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Television stars and medai personalities&lt;br /&gt;are full of liposuction, breast implants,&lt;br /&gt;face lifts, and of course shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Athletes - a serious steroid problem exists&lt;br /&gt;and has existed for years. Leagues, players,&lt;br /&gt;fans and the media have chosen to look the&lt;br /&gt;other way for one reason, keep the money&lt;br /&gt;rolling in. Nary a natural body in the&lt;br /&gt;group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Online life - enter a chat room lately?&lt;br /&gt;Filled with fake bots, phone sex girls&lt;br /&gt;and other of the ilk. You can't even&lt;br /&gt;be a happy wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Politics - politics in the states is meant&lt;br /&gt;to do one thing, manipulate the masses. Their&lt;br /&gt;are huge industries that have been created&lt;br /&gt;for this. Wilsonian idealism at its best.&lt;br /&gt;Candidates on both sides are a joke. Forget&lt;br /&gt;the good of the country, it's either right or&lt;br /&gt;left, democrat or republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Marriage - marriage is a farce. Divorce rates&lt;br /&gt;are well over 50%, I think near 75%. The reason&lt;br /&gt;nobody does anything about it? Well, it's a huge&lt;br /&gt;industry of course, lawyers, counselors and other&lt;br /&gt;block sucking leaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. News - the news outlets have all but been monopolized&lt;br /&gt;and have merely become pr firms for the government.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had unbiased news for years, it's&lt;br /&gt;disgraceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list could go on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is, this society is going right&lt;br /&gt;down the shit shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...I'll take what's real. Running in the Pattaya&lt;br /&gt;sand and living life. Nursing a beer, scoping the babes,&lt;br /&gt;writing my books...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115533718210228657?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115533718210228657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115533718210228657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115533718210228657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115533718210228657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/plastic-society.html' title='Plastic Society'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115512859731069793</id><published>2006-08-09T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:03:17.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dingleberry Picker Needed</title><content type='html'>Watching fox news last night, I felt like&lt;br /&gt;punishing myself, I heard that Madonna&lt;br /&gt;was back in the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not much of a businessman, but&lt;br /&gt;I think it goes like this...the material girl&lt;br /&gt;has a pr firm or group of publicists that she&lt;br /&gt;pays huge bucks to, huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pay back is if the American public buys&lt;br /&gt;it and she gets the investment back 10 fold.&lt;br /&gt;So far, the American public has yet to let her&lt;br /&gt;down. God bless her for pulling off the scam&lt;br /&gt;that she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was in any bar in Bangkok I honestly could&lt;br /&gt;see her having a hard time coming up with any&lt;br /&gt;bar fines...for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time in and time out these American scam artists&lt;br /&gt;are able to pull it off, it's amazing. Years ago I'd be&lt;br /&gt;called a cynic, today I'm called a realist as more and&lt;br /&gt;more people are realizing they're merely pawns in&lt;br /&gt;a ridiculous marketing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, what do you really need?&lt;br /&gt;Food, water...and exotic women, nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115512859731069793?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115512859731069793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115512859731069793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115512859731069793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115512859731069793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/dingleberry-picker-needed.html' title='Dingleberry Picker Needed'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115504650297115043</id><published>2006-08-08T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:00:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Counting the Days?</title><content type='html'>One of the few people who knows that I'm&lt;br /&gt;leaving for Thailand soon asked me "Are you&lt;br /&gt;counting the days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear the word "folks" in a meeting&lt;br /&gt;today, it causes me to count the friggin' days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure how this became a corporate&lt;br /&gt;american buzz word, but today it's only rivalled&lt;br /&gt;by "action item", an oldie but a goodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I sit down in a meeting and here someone&lt;br /&gt;say...&lt;br /&gt;"we've talked with the folks at the coporate divisoin"&lt;br /&gt;...I immediately know the guy is an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the meeting, see myself sitting on the beach&lt;br /&gt;in Pattaya or Phuket, staring at the peaches and&lt;br /&gt;getting grilled shrimp brought out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I counting the days, yeah I'm counting the&lt;br /&gt;fuckin' days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115504650297115043?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115504650297115043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115504650297115043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115504650297115043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115504650297115043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-counting-days.html' title='Am I Counting the Days?'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115456796019650340</id><published>2006-08-02T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:19:20.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice to Mel Gibson, Sit Down and Shut Up</title><content type='html'>Mel Gibson was accused of making anit-semetic&lt;br /&gt;remarks. Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who among us hasn't uttered the N work or&lt;br /&gt;made derogatory comments on anothers race. It's&lt;br /&gt;not right, but we don't live in a perfect world either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know...not you. It's like all the grade school&lt;br /&gt;boys, none of them are jerking off...ejaculate is basted&lt;br /&gt;on their hands, but not a wanker in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make matters worse, Mel makes ridiculous comments&lt;br /&gt;born out of panic to the effect of "I want the jewish community&lt;br /&gt;to help me and let me find the way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Mel. Here's my advice:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sit down&lt;br /&gt;2. Shut up&lt;br /&gt;3. Wait it out for two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time there'll be something else in the news that&lt;br /&gt;removes you completely...Pam Anderson gets caught&lt;br /&gt;blowing someone, Michael Jackson get accused of being&lt;br /&gt;a diddler again, the USA starts bombing some defenseless&lt;br /&gt;country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a suck pill and hang in there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115456796019650340?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115456796019650340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115456796019650340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115456796019650340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115456796019650340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/advice-to-mel-gibson-sit-down-and-shut.html' title='Advice to Mel Gibson, Sit Down and Shut Up'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115444099968407379</id><published>2006-08-01T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T07:03:19.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erectile Dysfunction Market</title><content type='html'>On the subject of culture in the states and sex...&lt;br /&gt;never has there been such a problem with men&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to have sex with their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have products selling like hot cakes such&lt;br /&gt;as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better sex life courses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pills to make your schlong longer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erectile dysfunction pills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market is so big, it doesn't even bear trying&lt;br /&gt;to enter it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times erectile dysfunction is not ED at&lt;br /&gt;all, it's simply a matter of not being attracted to&lt;br /&gt;someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the states, the number of men I see&lt;br /&gt;that aren't happy being with their woman is staggering.&lt;br /&gt;Just by looking, you can tell...little wonder that the&lt;br /&gt;online porno interest makes so much money,&lt;br /&gt;sexually frustration is rampid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this up because I was talking to a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;the other day who stays in Bangkok, he's about 60 and&lt;br /&gt;his girlfriend is mid-thirties. Another person I know made&lt;br /&gt;a derogatory remark about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked this person, "what age is it for a man that a&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous woman is no longer attractive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course went unanswered but what can you do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115444099968407379?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115444099968407379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115444099968407379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115444099968407379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115444099968407379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/erectile-dysfunction-market.html' title='Erectile Dysfunction Market'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115435779595177070</id><published>2006-07-31T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:56:36.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazards In Pattaya</title><content type='html'>According to a leading British Insurance company,&lt;br /&gt;the most common problems that Brits in Pattaya&lt;br /&gt;face are:&lt;br /&gt;Food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;Theft&lt;br /&gt;Traffic accidents&lt;br /&gt;Loss of belongings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to compare this to what I see as my most&lt;br /&gt;common hazards in Pattaya and do a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most common hazards:&lt;br /&gt;1. General Assholery - This usually happens by&lt;br /&gt;lard-ass farangs who are drinking too much and&lt;br /&gt;need to broadcast the fact that they're loud and&lt;br /&gt;ignorant. Probably homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Random dog who looks like they have rabies.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever been approached by one of these&lt;br /&gt;fuckers? I love dogs but I've seen some seedy&lt;br /&gt;bastards in pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my big 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had food poisoning in Pattaya. I got it&lt;br /&gt;bad in Bangkok, but now I'm very careful about&lt;br /&gt;what I eat. After a while of being in Thailand you&lt;br /&gt;tend to build up a tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as theft and loss of belongings, I travel very&lt;br /&gt;light and keep almost nothing in my person. Bottom&lt;br /&gt;line is I don't have much to get ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wide track busy streets and have grown eyes&lt;br /&gt;in the back of my head. Ever since a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;got hit by a taxi on the sidewalk in Bangkok, I&lt;br /&gt;constantly look around in white knuckle terror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115435779595177070?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115435779595177070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115435779595177070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115435779595177070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115435779595177070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/hazards-in-pattaya.html' title='Hazards In Pattaya'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115418023333322376</id><published>2006-07-29T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T06:37:13.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of 2 Western Women</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, two women needed lots&lt;br /&gt;of attention...lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much in fact that they decided to take&lt;br /&gt;on the courts so they could get married to&lt;br /&gt;one another, being lesbians they were entitled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once married, like typical western women, the&lt;br /&gt;rush of getting married soon passed over, so the&lt;br /&gt;obvious solution to interject some excitement&lt;br /&gt;into their pathetic lives was of course...adopting&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really bad idea in what turned out to be a long&lt;br /&gt;history of bad ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course children only interjected more work&lt;br /&gt;and not excitement...so it looks like our two&lt;br /&gt;lesbians had been had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shortly divorced...much to everyones surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a culture where women are brought up to&lt;br /&gt;constantly have the spotlight shined on them, these&lt;br /&gt;stories are common.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115418023333322376?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115418023333322376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115418023333322376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115418023333322376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115418023333322376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/tale-of-2-western-women.html' title='Tale of 2 Western Women'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115403393616822915</id><published>2006-07-28T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:15:56.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waa-Hooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wa-Hoooo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Az0WxxaEQ7E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Az0WxxaEQ7E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Retire to shit point Idaho...NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115403393616822915?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115403393616822915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115403393616822915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115403393616822915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115403393616822915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/waa-hooo.html' title='Waa-Hooo'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115402318429694804</id><published>2006-07-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:59:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Reasons I'm Happy To Be In Thailand</title><content type='html'>Today's music sucks large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the kids are listening to older music.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a matter of like it was when we&lt;br /&gt;were younger and our parents music was &lt;br /&gt;awful, the new music legitimately blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory on this. Because those who&lt;br /&gt;are in their 20's are basically generation&lt;br /&gt;sissification, sucked on mommy's tit for&lt;br /&gt;so long...they never really experienced the&lt;br /&gt;emotional needs to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the 70's, your father was either a&lt;br /&gt;WW2 dad who kicked you in the nuts every&lt;br /&gt;day, or he left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, we had some of the greatest&lt;br /&gt;rock music of all time. Take a time warp&lt;br /&gt;back to the late 70's, and you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;such classic albums as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Black&lt;br /&gt;Frampton Comes Alive&lt;br /&gt;Rumours&lt;br /&gt;The Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this shit that you here today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115402318429694804?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115402318429694804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115402318429694804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115402318429694804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115402318429694804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/other-reasons-im-happy-to-be-in.html' title='Other Reasons I&apos;m Happy To Be In Thailand'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115352410602451064</id><published>2006-07-21T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:21:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Crappy Food</title><content type='html'>I'm in the airport in Detroit, and the heffer&lt;br /&gt;says to her friend, "we're going to the land of&lt;br /&gt;crappy food. All the good food is here in the&lt;br /&gt;United States."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...as far as being an expert in food from the&lt;br /&gt;states, I have no doubt. It didn't look like she&lt;br /&gt;ever missed a meal her whole life, with an ass&lt;br /&gt;the stood 12 axe handles wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best food is in the states?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is the typical reaction of someone from&lt;br /&gt;the states who hasn't ventured outside of the&lt;br /&gt;country and sampled the faire from other&lt;br /&gt;countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit is an international hub with many flights&lt;br /&gt;going to Asia. I can't imagine any Asian country&lt;br /&gt;that would make a shitty food list, with the&lt;br /&gt;possible exception of Pinay food. At least while&lt;br /&gt;I was there, the food sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, western wenches generally&lt;br /&gt;suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115352410602451064?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115352410602451064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115352410602451064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115352410602451064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115352410602451064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/land-of-crappy-food.html' title='Land of Crappy Food'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115341587000509458</id><published>2006-07-20T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:17:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Farang-Land</title><content type='html'>No doubt most westerners who move to&lt;br /&gt;Thailand have the wrong idea, and not&lt;br /&gt;enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances of getting a job that pays decent&lt;br /&gt;are slim, unless some company from the&lt;br /&gt;states or Europe sends you to Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;with home-pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have enough, you'll squander&lt;br /&gt;away. Maybe even turn into one of those&lt;br /&gt;poor hideous souls that hang out in the&lt;br /&gt;alleyways of Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to move to Thailand, you must&lt;br /&gt;have the income. The best you can do is have&lt;br /&gt;residual monthly income that you can derive&lt;br /&gt;from sources in the states or Europe, and you&lt;br /&gt;don't need to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is easier said than done, and requires a&lt;br /&gt;thinking cap...but I'm doing it, and without&lt;br /&gt;a doubt, I'm a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious thing to try is some sort of web&lt;br /&gt;based business. But be careful...there are&lt;br /&gt;a gazilion scumbags trying to sell info on how&lt;br /&gt;to make money on the web, and the only real&lt;br /&gt;money they've ever made was selling that&lt;br /&gt;info to suckers. They've never actually made&lt;br /&gt;money selling anything...I've bought a ton of&lt;br /&gt;useless shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I started making money, I realized most&lt;br /&gt;was useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115341587000509458?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115341587000509458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115341587000509458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115341587000509458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115341587000509458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/moving-to-farang-land.html' title='Moving to Farang-Land'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115334010457118260</id><published>2006-07-19T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:15:04.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit-Point Idaho</title><content type='html'>Been off posting for a couple days due to having&lt;br /&gt;to work...travelled to the south to do some&lt;br /&gt;software installations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course only fuels my fire to make me&lt;br /&gt;want to get the fuck out of here faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, I picked up a magazine which&lt;br /&gt;had an article on retirement. One of the hidden&lt;br /&gt;gems of retiring in the states, according to them,&lt;br /&gt;was Sand Point Idaho. Paaaaaaaaarty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine a more miserable existance. You&lt;br /&gt;work a suck job your whole life, then retire to a&lt;br /&gt;near death existence to the fish and fowel&lt;br /&gt;capital of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could possibly make a man yearn for death&lt;br /&gt;more? Or die of complete boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retirement or not, you've got to live and fell&lt;br /&gt;alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115334010457118260?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115334010457118260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115334010457118260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115334010457118260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115334010457118260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/shit-point-idaho.html' title='Shit-Point Idaho'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115288671490728770</id><published>2006-07-14T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T07:18:36.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>77 And What It Means to YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/arg-birthday-bomb.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/arg-birthday-bomb.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got several emails regarding this post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-this-how-it-ends.html"&gt;here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, the story did strike home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average life expectancy is 77! At&lt;br /&gt;least according to some sensus I read.&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, people spend hours, days,&lt;br /&gt;and years being stressed out about shit&lt;br /&gt;that will not mean anything to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;especially when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been enjoying life, it's time&lt;br /&gt;to start now. You don't have to become a&lt;br /&gt;total train wreck and go apeshit, just&lt;br /&gt;evaulate your life, find out what's not&lt;br /&gt;making you happy, and see what you're&lt;br /&gt;able to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the exact thing I did to start the&lt;br /&gt;process to move to Pattaya and live on&lt;br /&gt;the beach. I've always wanted to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted a mansion, just a nice&lt;br /&gt;place where I could see and walk to the&lt;br /&gt;beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planning for what you'd like your&lt;br /&gt;life to be like starts now. You never know&lt;br /&gt;when it will be too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115288671490728770?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115288671490728770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115288671490728770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115288671490728770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115288671490728770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/77-and-what-it-means-to-you.html' title='77 And What It Means to YOU'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115279574829089493</id><published>2006-07-13T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:07:14.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's Ass Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/barcala-birds-on-fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/barcala-birds-on-fence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been travelling to Bangkok for&lt;br /&gt;some time, you're not doubt beginning to&lt;br /&gt;notice more fat people as the years wear&lt;br /&gt;on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food marketing giants and corporations aren't&lt;br /&gt;satisfied with getting all Americans addicted&lt;br /&gt;to sugars and fats, they won't be content&lt;br /&gt;until they spread their poison throughout&lt;br /&gt;each and every continent with their processed&lt;br /&gt;shitty food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Thailand most Thai will eat many times a&lt;br /&gt;day, but these meals are small, portion&lt;br /&gt;controlled, and consist of fish and meats that&lt;br /&gt;aren't processed. They do eat noodles and rice&lt;br /&gt;in small quantities, as well as sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inject the marketing mindset of the mega-&lt;br /&gt;coporations who have a product that already&lt;br /&gt;sells, and a target audience that wants to be&lt;br /&gt;like the west, and you've got it...a chance to&lt;br /&gt;ruin another culture by making them fat, lazy&lt;br /&gt;and apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That food should be outlawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me head off the "well they don't have to&lt;br /&gt;eat it" emails. I hate being emailed by stupid&lt;br /&gt;people who are unconsciously ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to stop at red lights either, but&lt;br /&gt;you're suppose to, and it's a law. Why? Because&lt;br /&gt;it's bad for you health not too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115279574829089493?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115279574829089493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115279574829089493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115279574829089493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115279574829089493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/mcdonalds-ass-syndrome.html' title='McDonald&apos;s Ass Syndrome'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115273480807279968</id><published>2006-07-12T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:06:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this how it ends?</title><content type='html'>You're an older man, alone. Not rich but&lt;br /&gt;you have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've left the rat race for your time in the&lt;br /&gt;sun. Sun, beach, drinks, very nice female&lt;br /&gt;companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder why you didn't come to Pattaya&lt;br /&gt;long ago, you love it so much. Everything&lt;br /&gt;seems so distant, like a dream...did your&lt;br /&gt;previous life really suck the johnson bar&lt;br /&gt;that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happens...you die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pattayapeople.com/archive/news1731-may2006.php"&gt;http://www.pattayapeople.com/archive/news1731-may2006.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115273480807279968?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115273480807279968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115273480807279968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115273480807279968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115273480807279968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-this-how-it-ends.html' title='Is this how it ends?'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115258428580886996</id><published>2006-07-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:18:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Have Learned His Lesson</title><content type='html'>Took the in-laws to the Hard Rock Cafe&lt;br /&gt;in Niagara Falls last night. A table made&lt;br /&gt;up of about 10 people from Quebec had&lt;br /&gt;quite a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were there to celebrate a birthday,&lt;br /&gt;but as the evening progressed a 50ish&lt;br /&gt;man at the table gave an engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;to a woman of the same age. She was not&lt;br /&gt;too bad looking, trying to hold it together,&lt;br /&gt;and was working some big boobs she no&lt;br /&gt;doubt used to rope this poor sap in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women at the table have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;enveloped enough peter in their day to&lt;br /&gt;rival a sick gaggle of whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting that wedding ring she was&lt;br /&gt;no doubt going to blow his socks off, but&lt;br /&gt;she had the face that she is without a&lt;br /&gt;doubt going to turn into madam ballbuster&lt;br /&gt;within days of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom to be had no doubt been through&lt;br /&gt;the mill. He had the look of hard time with&lt;br /&gt;women tatooed on his face, but unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;he still hasn't learned his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's never been to Bangkok...and it just might&lt;br /&gt;be too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115258428580886996?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115258428580886996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115258428580886996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115258428580886996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115258428580886996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/should-have-learned-his-lesson.html' title='Should Have Learned His Lesson'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115244831246854982</id><published>2006-07-09T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:31:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash Central, Casinos Suck</title><content type='html'>In-laws are in from Thailand, I took them to&lt;br /&gt;Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the In-law to a casino in upstate New York,&lt;br /&gt;and I must say the I was impressed by the White&lt;br /&gt;Trash factor...rock bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is of course why I hate casinos and I don't&lt;br /&gt;gamble. No better sign of big business having a&lt;br /&gt;license to print money and preying on the slugs&lt;br /&gt;of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, you always have to listen to&lt;br /&gt;everyone and how they're winning...sure they&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those casinos don't look the way they do because&lt;br /&gt;people are winning. And the casinos, those fuckers,&lt;br /&gt;I saw some poor slob actually doing ok in blackjack&lt;br /&gt;for a few hands and wouldn't you know, the big&lt;br /&gt;heffer pit boss chick came right over and made&lt;br /&gt;the 5 dollar table a $25 dollar table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this poor slug had to do, judging by his&lt;br /&gt;clothes, chocolate stained t shirt, cum stained&lt;br /&gt;sweats...he wasn't in a position to battle the&lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115244831246854982?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115244831246854982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115244831246854982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115244831246854982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115244831246854982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/white-trash-central-casinos-suck.html' title='White Trash Central, Casinos Suck'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115228417691905523</id><published>2006-07-07T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:56:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Laws In the States</title><content type='html'>The shoe's on the other foot now as my&lt;br /&gt;in-laws are visiting the states from Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;No matter who I meet from Thailand in the&lt;br /&gt;states, they always want to eat Thai food in&lt;br /&gt;the states as opponsed to our routine fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same does not hold true for when farang&lt;br /&gt;are in Thailand, most want to eat Thai food,&lt;br /&gt;and get their fix with the occasional steak, if&lt;br /&gt;you can find a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see what Thai restaurants&lt;br /&gt;they actually find comparable to those in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few that I like, but whenever I bring a&lt;br /&gt;Thai national there they seem unimpressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times we'll just cook in. If you've never&lt;br /&gt;been in a house where some authentic Thai&lt;br /&gt;cooking is going on, you need to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;The fiery peppers are ground down very fine&lt;br /&gt;and are circulating in the air, when you walk by,&lt;br /&gt;if you take a healthy hit, it's like getting maced&lt;br /&gt;as you run for cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115228417691905523?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115228417691905523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115228417691905523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115228417691905523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115228417691905523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-laws-in-states.html' title='In-Laws In the States'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115214179166052246</id><published>2006-07-05T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:48:40.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Viagra Papers...Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/vgr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/400/vgr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Late Breaking News!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pattayajoe exclusvie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although seemingly insignificant, Rush "Lard-Arse"&lt;br /&gt;Limbaugh's Viagra bust will have an impact on those&lt;br /&gt;"hard" working farangs and expats after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pattayajoe exclusive, we've intercepted some&lt;br /&gt;high-level conversations from those in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir, we've got major issues. Although we've caught&lt;br /&gt;that fat fuck with Viagra and no one really cares,&lt;br /&gt;after looking further into the issue we've got some&lt;br /&gt;absolutely staggering information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes JB, please, go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, there's a segment of expatriots in&lt;br /&gt;Thailand who have actually got their hands on the blue pill&lt;br /&gt;are are using it for totally selfish indulgent reasons.&lt;br /&gt;They're taking Viagra and Cialis in high quantities,&lt;br /&gt;banging hot chicks and actually enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Sir, and it gets worse. They've taken all the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;money they've made here in the states and leveraged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the strength of the dollar, and are living like kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God...do you mean to tell me they've thumbed their&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nose at the proverbial treadmill we've sent them up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and they found a way to remove themselves from our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave society?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir, I'm afraid so sir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sir, I've left out one thing. Some of them are actually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;writing about their experiences on the internet in blogs so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the common beasts can read it for themselves. I'm afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we've got to act fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon...Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115214179166052246?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115214179166052246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115214179166052246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115214179166052246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115214179166052246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/viagra-paperspart-1.html' title='The Viagra Papers...Part 1'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115210453583479788</id><published>2006-07-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T06:02:15.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnanimous Shitbums In Pattaya...</title><content type='html'>If you're a farang living in the land of smiles&lt;br /&gt;and you come across a group of male teens&lt;br /&gt;that have that look in their eye, just cross&lt;br /&gt;the street and stay out of harms way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that "I have a right to be here" bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;save that for those in the states or whereever it&lt;br /&gt;is you come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently 3 GIGANTIC pussies attacked a&lt;br /&gt;reporter, who was alone (of course), by kicking&lt;br /&gt;him off his bike as he was travelling. A real ballsy&lt;br /&gt;move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he went to call police, they attacked&lt;br /&gt;him with a foot long knife. This resulted in a skirmish&lt;br /&gt;that caused the death of a police volunteer, who was&lt;br /&gt;also an electrician at the View Talay, where many&lt;br /&gt;farang live.&lt;br /&gt;Story here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pattayapeople.com/archive/news1740-june2006.php"&gt;http://www.pattayapeople.com/archive/news1740-june2006.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much available for those who have extra&lt;br /&gt;testosterone in Thailand rather than picking on&lt;br /&gt;defenseless bicycle riders. Many Muay Thai camps&lt;br /&gt;are open, you just have to show up and prove your&lt;br /&gt;balls. Then again, attacking a defenseless man on a&lt;br /&gt;bicycle, I guess we know the answer to the balls&lt;br /&gt;question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be on the lookout for assholes at all times, cross the&lt;br /&gt;street where you have to, jump into the coffe shop&lt;br /&gt;if need be...don't be a hero. You've seen them walking&lt;br /&gt;around, many of these shitbums are just walking around&lt;br /&gt;waiting to cause a homicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115210453583479788?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115210453583479788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115210453583479788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115210453583479788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115210453583479788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/magnanimous-shitbums-in-pattaya.html' title='Magnanimous Shitbums In Pattaya...'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115201880681040316</id><published>2006-07-04T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:19:04.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen My Sexy Thai Girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/zircustoon2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/zircustoon2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pattayatoday.net/"&gt;Pattaya Today &lt;/a&gt;newspaper reports:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Japanese national Mr Akira Kusumoto has contacted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the local press to see if they can help track down his &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thai girl friend (circle) with whom he has lost touch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Akira said he had come to Pattaya on holiday in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May this year and conducted a lightning affair with a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thai woman. He went back to his home country but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was unable to get her out of his mind. He barely slept and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was abominably miserable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pattayatoday.net/index.php?action=show&amp;type=news&amp;amp;id=1779"&gt;Read story here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kusumoto has left his number with the Thai&lt;br /&gt;newspaper should anyone come across his girl, and&lt;br /&gt;no, I don't mean that literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh the gift that keeps on giving...a middle aged man&lt;br /&gt;not happy unless he makes a complete fuck-wit of&lt;br /&gt;himself. Let's hope hari-kari is out of the question&lt;br /&gt;should Mr. Kusomoto come to realize that his Thai&lt;br /&gt;lovely knows many Japanese men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who has a Thai "girlfriend". She recently&lt;br /&gt;emailed him and told him of her woe, she needed money&lt;br /&gt;to finish off her house or she'd lose it. That's a new one,&lt;br /&gt;how many farangs in the panel have gotten that one&lt;br /&gt;before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dumb-motherfucker bought it. Did I step in and&lt;br /&gt;tell him he's a dipshit? No...I think he's happy shelling&lt;br /&gt;out the dough. Where else will he have a sexy woman&lt;br /&gt;pretending to need him? Certainly not in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In for a penny, in for a pound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115201880681040316?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115201880681040316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115201880681040316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115201880681040316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115201880681040316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-you-seen-my-sexy-thai-girl.html' title='Have You Seen My Sexy Thai Girl?'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115194082923385197</id><published>2006-07-03T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:10:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rectal Cranium Insertion</title><content type='html'>I was visiting a friend of mine recently and&lt;br /&gt;he shared his ex's reaction of his plan to visit&lt;br /&gt;me in Thailand, her response was:&lt;br /&gt;"You mean the pedophile capital of the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't single out his ex-wife, the fact that she's&lt;br /&gt;extremely ignorant is beside the point. The point&lt;br /&gt;is, this opinion is shared by many in the states&lt;br /&gt;who suffer from rectal cranium insertion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedophiles are not doubt the worst of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who preys on a defenseless child really&lt;br /&gt;ought to find the tallest building around and take&lt;br /&gt;one for the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, those from the states really&lt;br /&gt;need to take their head out of their ass on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to address is the blatant denial&lt;br /&gt;that goes on in the states. My friends ex-wife made&lt;br /&gt;this statement, and I haven't heard her once state&lt;br /&gt;an opinion about the rampid child abuse that had&lt;br /&gt;taken place in her beloved parish. I guess that's a&lt;br /&gt;different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in her opinion child abuse by those in the&lt;br /&gt;clergy doesn't count, or as stated she's just in complete&lt;br /&gt;denial. Most often this type of abuse in the states is&lt;br /&gt;covered up because it happens within families as&lt;br /&gt;opposed to out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child abuse anywhere is a curse we can all do without,&lt;br /&gt;but open up your eyes...and if you can prevent it from&lt;br /&gt;happening in any situation, take action, no matter where&lt;br /&gt;it is, South Asia or the states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115194082923385197?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115194082923385197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115194082923385197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115194082923385197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115194082923385197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-rectal-cranium-insertion.html' title='More Rectal Cranium Insertion'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115184007585228427</id><published>2006-07-02T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:34:35.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Rails...A Classic Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/offtherails.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/400/offtherails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it comes to non-fiction books for farangs and expats,&lt;br /&gt;there is one book out there that that reigns supreme, in&lt;br /&gt;my humble opinion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.offtherails.com/"&gt;Off the Rails In Phnom Penh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Amit Gilboa, the book is a true story as&lt;br /&gt;witnessed by by Amit in strife-torn Cambodia in the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;Analgous of the wild west, Gilboa hooks up with a&lt;br /&gt;group of pathetic English teachers and the rest is&lt;br /&gt;history, "I done taught English two years".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing work, excellent historical content about&lt;br /&gt;a land that you won't be seeeing on Fox News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be able to put it down and you won't&lt;br /&gt;believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Stars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115184007585228427?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115184007585228427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115184007585228427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115184007585228427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115184007585228427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/off-railsa-classic-read.html' title='Off the Rails...A Classic Read'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115176740531567198</id><published>2006-07-01T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:23:25.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Seasons Can Suckle Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/snowfall.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/snowfall.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I spend so much time in Thailand, one of the typical comments I get from my miserable brethren in the states is:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you miss the change of seasons?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, they're so pathetically miserable, that's the best they can do, the change of seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no and hell fuckin' no I don't miss the change of seasons. I hate raking leaves, I hate shoveling snow,&lt;br /&gt;the trees changing colors do nothing for me...if I&lt;br /&gt;never see another snow storm again it will be too&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want beach, sun, the occasional rain storm...and I&lt;br /&gt;want that every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course leads them to the follow-up:&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you move to Arizona?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, they just don't get it. It's like all the times&lt;br /&gt;your father told you to study, did you? No, because&lt;br /&gt;you just didn't get it. And they won't get it...most&lt;br /&gt;people from the states can't fathom a world beyond&lt;br /&gt;their own and most have never even been outside&lt;br /&gt;of the states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115176740531567198?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115176740531567198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115176740531567198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115176740531567198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115176740531567198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/change-of-seasons-can-suckle-me.html' title='Change of Seasons Can Suckle Me'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115170157829515704</id><published>2006-06-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:09:34.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music In the Land of Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/bigsmile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/bigsmile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being married to a Thai woman means I get to go&lt;br /&gt;sit in the Karaoke room and watch some Thai&lt;br /&gt;national butcher rock songs. It's become one of&lt;br /&gt;my favorite things to do, and here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My karaoke war routine is the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 shot of tequila, prefarably 1800&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a beer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another shot of tequila&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another beer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At this point I'm appropriately humming, all the&lt;br /&gt;music is sounding good and I'm just looking to hug&lt;br /&gt;someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink all that often, but I do find that going&lt;br /&gt;through this routine makes the night more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just might get my no rhythm white ass behind the&lt;br /&gt;microphone and let out some Bust'a Move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fo shizzle mo nizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115170157829515704?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115170157829515704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115170157829515704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115170157829515704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115170157829515704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-in-land-of-smiles.html' title='Music In the Land of Smiles'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115162983871776519</id><published>2006-06-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:12:22.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush, Viagra...Fatty Boombalatty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/rush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/rush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you haven't heard, Rush Limbaugh, he of right&lt;br /&gt;wing talk show fame was caught holding a bottle&lt;br /&gt;of Viagra. And if you can beleive this, the&lt;br /&gt;prescription might not be on the up and up,&lt;br /&gt;what is this world coming too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His jolly fatass himself just can't keep himself&lt;br /&gt;out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Rush is only guilty of pissing off lots&lt;br /&gt;of people over the years, and now I guess it's&lt;br /&gt;pay back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else would anyone give a crap if he was taking&lt;br /&gt;viagra? The thought of Rush pounding some chick is&lt;br /&gt;not very appealing to say the least. This act of&lt;br /&gt;ill repute falls under the category of "let's not&lt;br /&gt;think about it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone knows a thing or two about viagra, it's&lt;br /&gt;us farangs. The blockbuster of a magic blue pill is&lt;br /&gt;infamous for 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. It enable a man who's married to a disgusting woman&lt;br /&gt;to have sex with her. All he has to do is look at a&lt;br /&gt;playboy, get a stiffy...and it's off to the races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And this is the one that us farangs appreciate,&lt;br /&gt;when you go to Disney you want to buy the &lt;em&gt;ride as&lt;br /&gt;much as you can pass&lt;/em&gt;, well...when you're in Thailand,&lt;br /&gt;viagra is the ride as much as you can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself prefer cialis, I get a brutal viagra headache,&lt;br /&gt;worse than a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...if you become a famous right wing talk show host&lt;br /&gt;who gets off on pissing people off, keep your viagra&lt;br /&gt;presciptions on the up and up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115162983871776519?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115162983871776519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115162983871776519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115162983871776519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115162983871776519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/rush-viagrafatty-boombalatty.html' title='Rush, Viagra...Fatty Boombalatty'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115143882988801183</id><published>2006-06-28T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:06:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muay Thai Smack Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/muaythai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/muaythai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In days gone by I had spent time in Thailand&lt;br /&gt;training in Muay Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that was when I had ambition, drive&lt;br /&gt;motivation, desire, discipline...these days all I&lt;br /&gt;want is an ice cold beer, gentle surf, hot Thai&lt;br /&gt;babes walking around and the breeze blowing&lt;br /&gt;through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's a lot to ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Muay Thai is, once you see it,&lt;br /&gt;you'll realize that all other sports, with the&lt;br /&gt;exception of mma, are basically a pussy deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My euro farang may disagree, especially&lt;br /&gt;those who are world cup rump swabs. But&lt;br /&gt;the fact is, today's athletes are more&lt;br /&gt;concerned with marketing contracts and&lt;br /&gt;their pretty face. In a sports world filled&lt;br /&gt;with creampuffs, mixed martial arts and&lt;br /&gt;Muay Thai athletes are true warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American football, soccer, hockey, fencing,&lt;br /&gt;whatever...all other sports can be played with&lt;br /&gt;minimal, if any, balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muay Thai is all asses and elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're so inclined, the best kickboxing in&lt;br /&gt;the world happens almost nightly in Bangkok and&lt;br /&gt;all over Thailand. The two biggest venues in Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;are Lumpini Stadium and Ratchadamnoen Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Fights happen at these stadiums during the week and&lt;br /&gt;on weekend days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need AC, Ratchadamnoen has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other good places to see Muay Thai are Channel 7&lt;br /&gt;stadium in Bangkok, and Om Noi Stadium on the&lt;br /&gt;outskirts of the city near the undergrad Mahidol&lt;br /&gt;University. Not too many farang will be&lt;br /&gt;hanging around Om Noi, but they have some great&lt;br /&gt;fights there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumini Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discoverythailand.com/Bangkok_Lumpini_Stadium.asp"&gt;http://www.discoverythailand.com/Bangkok_Lumpini_Stadium.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratchadamnoen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discoverythailand.com/Bangkok_Ratchadamnoen.asp"&gt;http://www.discoverythailand.com/Bangkok_Ratchadamnoen.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115143882988801183?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115143882988801183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115143882988801183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115143882988801183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115143882988801183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/muay-thai-smack-down.html' title='Muay Thai Smack Down'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115141357213230327</id><published>2006-06-27T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T06:06:12.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bleached Blondes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or Same Shit, Different Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very cool feeling when you're in Thailand is&lt;br /&gt;the fact that there is no left wing and no right&lt;br /&gt;wing in Thailand as compared to the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Thailand does have their political issues,&lt;br /&gt;what country doesn't...but the left and right&lt;br /&gt;wing bias that occurs in the states is dildosic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the left and right wing share one thing in&lt;br /&gt;common, they could really care less about the&lt;br /&gt;people or the country when it comes to the&lt;br /&gt;party line. You see this all the time. Something&lt;br /&gt;is blatantly wrong on either side and it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;matter, their allegiance  to the left or the right&lt;br /&gt;surpasses their ability to think logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's Hillary or Coulter, same shit different&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge mega-industries are built on the right and&lt;br /&gt;the left, and that is what it all comes down to,&lt;br /&gt;money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115141357213230327?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115141357213230327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115141357213230327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115141357213230327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115141357213230327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/attack-of-bleached-blondes.html' title='Attack of the Bleached Blondes'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115132825355457903</id><published>2006-06-26T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:38:55.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need for Chronic Masturbation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/arg-skeletoon.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/arg-skeletoon.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many men in the states are in a no-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;They have an awful sex life with their mate, and&lt;br /&gt;if they cheat, they're a dickbag. It essentially&lt;br /&gt;becomes an oath of celibacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/arg-skeletoon.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that makes Thailand so desirable&lt;br /&gt;for a western man from the states is the oppurtunity&lt;br /&gt;to actually live life. Many men are living for the first&lt;br /&gt;time in years and have an actual feeling of rebirth after&lt;br /&gt;getting out of a destructive and dysfunctional marriage&lt;br /&gt;or relationship, or just having the feeling of being tied&lt;br /&gt;down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be frustrated and download porn and&lt;br /&gt;become a chronis maturbater in Thailand, you can just go&lt;br /&gt;out on the town and meet a woman, and it can be just for&lt;br /&gt;female companionship. What a concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with a sexy woman is just a part of it. After years&lt;br /&gt;of feeling like a recluse in a culture that seems to be&lt;br /&gt;pulling off a daily bed-shitting, the feeling of excitement&lt;br /&gt;is found in a foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to living in such a boring culture, western people&lt;br /&gt;are very naive and great targets to any type of marketing.&lt;br /&gt;They are dying to be excited, from the kids to the&lt;br /&gt;adults. For the kids, they actually get excited walking&lt;br /&gt;around dressed up like a hip hot artist, it's completely&lt;br /&gt;dildosic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the marketers do is promise them a feeling of&lt;br /&gt;excitement, make them emotional...and they have a&lt;br /&gt;customer. Why? Because they are walking zombies,&lt;br /&gt;nothing excites them so they have to watch boring&lt;br /&gt;activities like poker or nascar to get fired up, it's&lt;br /&gt;actually the commercials that get them fired up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't think this is true, come to the states and&lt;br /&gt;watch in infomercials that have been running for years.&lt;br /&gt;People buy that shitty exercise machine, and then it&lt;br /&gt;becomes a dust collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with many farangs, even sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;beach in Pattaya gives them a feeling of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is depressing me...tomorrows post I promise&lt;br /&gt;wine, women and song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115132825355457903?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115132825355457903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115132825355457903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115132825355457903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115132825355457903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-need-for-chronic-masturbation.html' title='No Need for Chronic Masturbation'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115124095605854363</id><published>2006-06-25T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:10:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Us About People In America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/fatdance.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/fatdance.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whenever I go out to quench my thirst with a&lt;br /&gt;frosty brew, I usually go to some expat haunts.&lt;br /&gt;And as you can imagine, I'm always game for a&lt;br /&gt;good sporting argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the majority of expats are Brits, Aussies&lt;br /&gt;or from parts unknown, they are always curious&lt;br /&gt;about people from the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all actuality, they want to know if people from&lt;br /&gt;the states really suck as much as they've been&lt;br /&gt;told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One from the states need only to walk down&lt;br /&gt;Pattaya beach and see all the t-shirt vendors&lt;br /&gt;selling the shirts with Busch Terrorist on them&lt;br /&gt;to know you're not in Kansas anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note the current adminstration made&lt;br /&gt;a statement to the effect that they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why people of the world consider them the greatest&lt;br /&gt;threat to world peace. Ahhh the propaganda machine&lt;br /&gt;is beginning to churn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, the majority of people from the states&lt;br /&gt;are salt of the earth. Good hard working people who&lt;br /&gt;are just trying to get by, most. Of course you have&lt;br /&gt;a good amount who are twatsy whiners, but you&lt;br /&gt;have that most anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are very naive, but don't forget they are also&lt;br /&gt;targets of a huge propaganda machine, one that has&lt;br /&gt;a massive industry attatched to it. Basically, people&lt;br /&gt;are people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When farangs usually refer to the states in condemnation,&lt;br /&gt;it's the administration they're talking about. The&lt;br /&gt;current administration is one that's hard to defend,&lt;br /&gt;whether it's the old "pipes from Africa" routine or the&lt;br /&gt;WMD go-around, the reality was that Cheney and&lt;br /&gt;Rumsfeld were going into Iraq, they just needed to&lt;br /&gt;find a piss-poor excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they did, they found a bunch of them...of course&lt;br /&gt;nearly all were either wrong, hypocritical or just a&lt;br /&gt;flat out lie...but these two got there way, they got to&lt;br /&gt;invade Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Shit...enough about politics, I need a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[graphic by &lt;a href="http://www.artie.com"&gt;artie.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115124095605854363?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115124095605854363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115124095605854363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115124095605854363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115124095605854363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/tell-us-about-people-in-america.html' title='Tell Us About People In America'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115116354756382370</id><published>2006-06-24T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:40:19.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Ballbuster Extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/artiebridegroom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/artiebridegroom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the things about a consulting job I'm&lt;br /&gt;doing is lot's of travel, so I spend a lot of time&lt;br /&gt;in airports. My main goal with working is to&lt;br /&gt;save enough money so I can get the fuck out&lt;br /&gt;of the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently in the Charlotte airport, I heard a&lt;br /&gt;western woman of about 23 on the cell-phone&lt;br /&gt;with her fiance:&lt;br /&gt;"oh that's so cute, you looked up the flight number&lt;br /&gt;so you'd no where'd I'd be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She carried on with some more idle chatting, and&lt;br /&gt;then the topic turned to marriage. She wasted no&lt;br /&gt;time and immediately whipped out her industrialized&lt;br /&gt;3-ring binder which had the title across the front -&lt;br /&gt;"Wedding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be so critical, but it does grieve me slightly&lt;br /&gt;when some poor unsuspecting slob is about to make&lt;br /&gt;the biggest mistake of his life, then again, everyone's&lt;br /&gt;gotta do their time in the trenches, I could almost hear&lt;br /&gt;the pain in this guy's voice come through the cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll have her day in the sun...and then realize she&lt;br /&gt;needs to keep finding things to make her the center&lt;br /&gt;of attention, all at the expense of this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of brings me back in time and makes me reminisce&lt;br /&gt;about the hard time I did when I was married to a&lt;br /&gt;western woman...live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[graphic by &lt;a href="http://artie.com"&gt;artie.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115116354756382370?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115116354756382370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115116354756382370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115116354756382370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115116354756382370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/future-ballbuster-extraordinaire.html' title='Future Ballbuster Extraordinaire'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115108025107864154</id><published>2006-06-23T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:32:44.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deelicious Pork Buns In Thailand</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago I drove from Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;to Southern Thailnad on the Krabi side. As&lt;br /&gt;we were in the Ranong area, I saw all these&lt;br /&gt;roadside vendors selling what I was told&lt;br /&gt;were pork buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you drive the main highways in Thailand,&lt;br /&gt;each area seems to have its own specialty&lt;br /&gt;food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pork buns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bananas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coconut juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip we decided we'll stop along the&lt;br /&gt;way and sample each of the current areas known&lt;br /&gt;commodities. For no other reason than if I don't&lt;br /&gt;get my 10,000 calories a day I get cranky. I&lt;br /&gt;plead American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell you, those pork buns were fuckin'&lt;br /&gt;orgasmic. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all were pork, some had a type of bean inside&lt;br /&gt;them, some were pink, some were green, yellow,&lt;br /&gt;the moral here is if you're in the area that sells&lt;br /&gt;the pork buns, it's time to mow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115108025107864154?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115108025107864154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115108025107864154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115108025107864154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115108025107864154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/deelicious-pork-buns-in-thailand.html' title='Deelicious Pork Buns In Thailand'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115097546983489788</id><published>2006-06-22T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T04:24:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicine, The Way It Should Be</title><content type='html'>One time I got a case of food poisoning in&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok. It was bad enough that I needed&lt;br /&gt;to get some medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the states I would have needed to drag&lt;br /&gt;my sick white ass to the doctor, hospital,&lt;br /&gt;play the prescription game and all other&lt;br /&gt;kinds of foolish nonsense so everyone&lt;br /&gt;involved could get their cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to medicine, if you&lt;br /&gt;don't have insurance you'll take it right&lt;br /&gt;up the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife walked into the pharmacy across&lt;br /&gt;the street, told them my symptoms and&lt;br /&gt;I was given the necessary medication,&lt;br /&gt;simple as that. I was better almost&lt;br /&gt;immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a concept!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115097546983489788?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115097546983489788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115097546983489788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115097546983489788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115097546983489788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/medicine-way-it-should-be.html' title='Medicine, The Way It Should Be'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115094159540880646</id><published>2006-06-21T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:59:55.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Way For the Barrell-Ass Express</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the airport bothering nobody&lt;br /&gt;all in a section all by myself talking quietly on&lt;br /&gt;the cell phone when all of a sudden up comes&lt;br /&gt;walking miss beer barrell bum blast and sits&lt;br /&gt;down a few seats away and starts reading&lt;br /&gt;her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts shooting me several dirty looks,&lt;br /&gt;apparently I was interupting her from reading&lt;br /&gt;her romance novel. I felt like breaking the news&lt;br /&gt;to her, sorry dear, your days of silk and satin&lt;br /&gt;are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've come to expect this type of attitude from&lt;br /&gt;woman of the west, so I just ignored the wench,&lt;br /&gt;packed up my stuff and found another section&lt;br /&gt;where I was allowed to talk on my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;quietly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115094159540880646?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115094159540880646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115094159540880646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115094159540880646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115094159540880646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/make-way-for-barrell-ass-express.html' title='Make Way For the Barrell-Ass Express'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115085143730696293</id><published>2006-06-20T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:57:17.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Shitty Guy Moment</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends had one of those life&lt;br /&gt;altering moments the other day. He's much&lt;br /&gt;older than me, middle fifties, and has been&lt;br /&gt;married to a Western woman for 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd call it a not so good go-round. His wife&lt;br /&gt;was always a childish brat, and that was&lt;br /&gt;her good point, you can imagine what age has&lt;br /&gt;done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex life...forgetaboutit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was standing outside a drugstore in&lt;br /&gt;the states, he noticed an older man around&lt;br /&gt;75. This older man had on a really old pair&lt;br /&gt;of sweat pants, black socks and a grey&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt and what appeared to be a cum&lt;br /&gt;stain on shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older man was routinely being whipped by&lt;br /&gt;this shrew who appeared to be his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this man, my good friend saw himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rude awakening, and one that was&lt;br /&gt;comforted with several shots of Jose Cuervo.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those feelings that guys go&lt;br /&gt;through that usually get accompanied by&lt;br /&gt;phrases such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've wasted my life&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to myself&lt;br /&gt;And on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I have the antidote. A good healthy&lt;br /&gt;dose of Soi Cowboy. Now...if the fat fuck can&lt;br /&gt;escape from his wifes cloven hooves, he just&lt;br /&gt;might be in business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115085143730696293?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115085143730696293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115085143730696293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115085143730696293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115085143730696293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/really-shitty-guy-moment.html' title='Really Shitty Guy Moment'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115072225280763201</id><published>2006-06-19T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T06:04:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattaya Copycat Suicides</title><content type='html'>On a really sour note, I always hate to see&lt;br /&gt;one of our farang brothers stepping off due to&lt;br /&gt;a fit of love-sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently a farang had turned the gun on&lt;br /&gt;himself in a shooting gallery apparently due to&lt;br /&gt;the love of his life not caring for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, homework is assigned. The following&lt;br /&gt;5 phrases must be memorized and repeated&lt;br /&gt;several times daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thai bargirls don't give a fuck about me, it's&lt;br /&gt;only my money&lt;br /&gt;2. I can have a good time, but don't go apeshit&lt;br /&gt;and fall in love&lt;br /&gt;3. There are literally a gazillion of them out&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm in paradise, there is plenty of female&lt;br /&gt;companionship...if I want to marry a bargirl,&lt;br /&gt;it needs to be a slow process so I know exactly&lt;br /&gt;what I'm getting into&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't sweat the small stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back, have some Thai food and nurse a&lt;br /&gt;Singha...because it sure beats sitting in a cubicle&lt;br /&gt;whereever you come from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115072225280763201?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115072225280763201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115072225280763201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115072225280763201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115072225280763201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/pattaya-copycat-suicides.html' title='Pattaya Copycat Suicides'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115066927611099149</id><published>2006-06-18T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:21:16.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Always Paradise...</title><content type='html'>One only need to look at the online Pattaya&lt;br /&gt;newspapers to know that Pattaya is not all&lt;br /&gt;shits and giggles, far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The online rags &lt;a href="http://www.pattayatoday.net"&gt;www.pattayatoday.net&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pattayamail.com"&gt;www.pattayamail.com&lt;/a&gt; run stories that can&lt;br /&gt;only be rivaled by those in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but there always seems to&lt;br /&gt;be a story of some farang getting shot,&lt;br /&gt;stabbed or involved in some other violent&lt;br /&gt;situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One story in particular got my attention,&lt;br /&gt;apparently a group of "Uzbeki tarts" had&lt;br /&gt;set up shop in Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had rented a room and had turned&lt;br /&gt;it into a house of ill repute. The story&lt;br /&gt;went on to point out that they were&lt;br /&gt;servicing the European males in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I would have thought that there&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't have been much of a market there&lt;br /&gt;for them. To be honest, if I see any women&lt;br /&gt;resembling a woman from the west, I&lt;br /&gt;usually head south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From talking with my expat friends, they&lt;br /&gt;do the same, so I'm a little puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, two good online papers when&lt;br /&gt;you're in Pattaya, or just wish you were&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115066927611099149?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115066927611099149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115066927611099149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115066927611099149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115066927611099149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-always-paradise.html' title='Not Always Paradise...'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115011739989065844</id><published>2006-06-17T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:16:52.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Food, My Favorite</title><content type='html'>One of the great things about Thailand is&lt;br /&gt;the food...it's delicious. Every dish is a&lt;br /&gt;concoction of herbs, seasonings...I've never&lt;br /&gt;had a boring Thai dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do yearn for a good steak every now and&lt;br /&gt;then, I've yet to find a top-quality steak in&lt;br /&gt;Bankok or Pattaya but my search continues.&lt;br /&gt;I've been told I should be able to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several favorite foods, but my favorite&lt;br /&gt;would have to be Green Curry Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My balcony overlooking Pattaya Bay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green Curried Chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice tall ice cold glass of Singha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't get much better than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115011739989065844?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115011739989065844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115011739989065844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115011739989065844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115011739989065844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/thai-food-my-favorite.html' title='Thai Food, My Favorite'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115049389868370370</id><published>2006-06-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:40:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thai Wife's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/arg-birthday-bomb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/arg-birthday-bomb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...or Why I Love Thai Women Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met my wife in the states we had&lt;br /&gt;been dating for about six months when I&lt;br /&gt;completely missed her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gift. No cake...not even a mention. What&lt;br /&gt;a fuckhead. We celebrated it a few days&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year we were living together and&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the same shit. A magnanimous dickhead&lt;br /&gt;if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can say in my defense, and a&lt;br /&gt;piss poor excuse it is at that, is that I was working&lt;br /&gt;hi-tech as a manager and they put you in this&lt;br /&gt;frenzy where you're basically sweating it out for&lt;br /&gt;them 24/7, cell phone, mobile email, pager...you're&lt;br /&gt;a real slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend was staying with us at the time and&lt;br /&gt;she gave me the hint that I had blow it again. I&lt;br /&gt;apologized to my wife saying how sorry I was&lt;br /&gt;that I had done this the second year in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is what she said, and why I love my&lt;br /&gt;Thai wife above all and the demeanor of Thai&lt;br /&gt;women, ready, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's OK. My parents raised me to know that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my birthday is just another day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my best friend at the time, and he said&lt;br /&gt;to me - &lt;em&gt;"feel free to kiss my ass."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't appreciate that statement until you've&lt;br /&gt;been with a western women who thinks time&lt;br /&gt;has to stop when it's her birthday. And if you&lt;br /&gt;have kids, well Christ, time had better stop&lt;br /&gt;when it's birthday time because the world&lt;br /&gt;does in fact revolve around her anus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've made sure I never forget my&lt;br /&gt;wife's birthday...even I'm not that fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[graphic by &lt;a href="http://www.artie.com"&gt;artie.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115049389868370370?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115049389868370370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115049389868370370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115049389868370370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115049389868370370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-thai-wifes-birthday.html' title='My Thai Wife&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115038670677976857</id><published>2006-06-15T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:51:46.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Travel Around the World for Thai Women</title><content type='html'>Why do we love Thai women? Even if she's a bar girl&lt;br /&gt;on the seedy side who'd just as soon steal your cell&lt;br /&gt;phone as she'd look at you, she still has some qualities&lt;br /&gt;that her western sisters lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she can very well manipulate a man to get&lt;br /&gt;what she wants, she does it in a way that makes a&lt;br /&gt;man feel good about himself. Compare this with&lt;br /&gt;outwardly scheming manipulation by someone&lt;br /&gt;wearing a pissy face and you can easily see the&lt;br /&gt;difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Thai woman, and Thai people in general, will&lt;br /&gt;communicate when necessary and not throw a&lt;br /&gt;whole bunch of verbal diarrhea at you. Althlough&lt;br /&gt;a Thai woman has a mind of her own she's not on a&lt;br /&gt;mission to inundate you with her opinionated minutia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a common western motus operandi to analyze&lt;br /&gt;everything, past, present and future. For those of us&lt;br /&gt;who'd like to enjoy life, this analyzing can get in the&lt;br /&gt;way of living. Thai's are more in tune with the present&lt;br /&gt;due to their Buddhist upbringing as opposed to everything&lt;br /&gt;but the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing...they're hot. Not that being hot&lt;br /&gt;has any influence in choosing a mate, just think of all the&lt;br /&gt;"beautiful" people you wouldn't meet if your choice of woman&lt;br /&gt;hinged on looks. I actually heard that last line while my&lt;br /&gt;ex-wife was watching Oprah one day. I knew what it was&lt;br /&gt;like to hit rock bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115038670677976857?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115038670677976857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115038670677976857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115038670677976857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115038670677976857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-we-travel-around-world-for-thai.html' title='Why We Travel Around the World for Thai Women'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115031856674069918</id><published>2006-06-14T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:58:13.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Costner Accused of Waxing the Carrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/costner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/200/costner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard yet, Kevin Costner, he of Dances&lt;br /&gt;with Wolves fame has been accused of pleasuring himself&lt;br /&gt;in front of a woman who was tasked with giving&lt;br /&gt;him a massage. Apparently she didn't do a very good&lt;br /&gt;job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is big news in the western world and&lt;br /&gt;the tabloids love it. I'm sure the cable news stations&lt;br /&gt;will be loving it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that some guy got himself a stiffy while getting&lt;br /&gt;a body rub is just incredulous to the puritan mind, but&lt;br /&gt;having the audacity to go whole-hog, no pun intended,&lt;br /&gt;and shallack the dolphin is just too brazen for the modern&lt;br /&gt;mind to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear Sean Hannity already:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Costner did you choke your chicken in the presence&lt;br /&gt;of the masseuse, yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costner tries to talk but is cut off by Hannity:&lt;br /&gt;Yes or No Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course could be a woman out for a payday, or a&lt;br /&gt;lie, or he could have indeed got worked up and tried to&lt;br /&gt;palm the bishop mid-massage. He wouldn't be the first&lt;br /&gt;guy to pop a boner during a massage and he won't be&lt;br /&gt;the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course any right minded person may be thinking,&lt;br /&gt;if it did happen they way they say it did, couldn't he&lt;br /&gt;have just paid her to do it? Yes, I know, that would&lt;br /&gt;have been breaking the law, but we're speaking&lt;br /&gt;hypothetically here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just need to be on top of your game at all times.&lt;br /&gt;Will this be a massage with a happy ending? Is it&lt;br /&gt;proper here for me to palm the bishop? Is it even&lt;br /&gt;proper protocal for me to flaunt my love stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all genuine questions that need to be&lt;br /&gt;answered before you step foot in your next massage&lt;br /&gt;parlor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are the perils of being famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear the collective sigh of releif from those&lt;br /&gt;farangs and expats reading this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115031856674069918?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115031856674069918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115031856674069918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115031856674069918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115031856674069918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/kevin-costner-accused-of-waxing-carrot.html' title='Kevin Costner Accused of Waxing the Carrot'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-115020928041589846</id><published>2006-06-13T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:34:43.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai TV And The Alternative</title><content type='html'>When I'm in the room with at TV on in Thailand,&lt;br /&gt;it's usually to watch Muay Thai, the Asian Games&lt;br /&gt;or some other sporting event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also watch the news at times. Although I can't&lt;br /&gt;understand, you can get a very good idea just from the&lt;br /&gt;images that are being shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Border Issues&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister Issues&lt;br /&gt;Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knowledge of the Thai language is remedial and&lt;br /&gt;that is something that I'll try to rectify soon. Any&lt;br /&gt;attempts by my wife have been an exercise in futility&lt;br /&gt;on her part as I'm admittedly a nitwit when it comes&lt;br /&gt;to anything that closely resembles schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...todays post is about Thai TV and like it's Western&lt;br /&gt;counterpart, there ain't nothing happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most from the states will argue with me, but in the&lt;br /&gt;states the news is mostly marketing as continuous&lt;br /&gt;"news alerts" and "critical updates" are mostly there&lt;br /&gt;to hold your attention and keep their advertisers&lt;br /&gt;swimming in money. The news stations, particularly&lt;br /&gt;the cable stations are basically pr firms for the big&lt;br /&gt;corportations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common newscast in the states shows pigeons&lt;br /&gt;getting hit by thrown baseballs, Ann Coulter's whiny&lt;br /&gt;puss, beating to death the whole Duke "scandal" and&lt;br /&gt;of course war sells in the states like hotcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't watch too much TV anymore, I'd rather hit&lt;br /&gt;the local establishments for good drink, food and&lt;br /&gt;comraderie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it's much better to live life than it is to sit on&lt;br /&gt;your big fat ass and get fed a bunch of sensationalized&lt;br /&gt;bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-115020928041589846?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115020928041589846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=115020928041589846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115020928041589846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/115020928041589846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/thai-tv-and-alternative.html' title='Thai TV And The Alternative'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114873218748614923</id><published>2006-06-12T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T06:24:58.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorced? Move to Thailand</title><content type='html'>It's terribly unsurprising how many men from the states&lt;br /&gt;are miserable, specifically those who've been married&lt;br /&gt;for any length of time, or even those who've been married&lt;br /&gt;for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through it. Family members have gone through&lt;br /&gt;it. Friends of mine have gone through it. The next time&lt;br /&gt;you're out dining in the states or your country, take a look&lt;br /&gt;at the married couples around you...you can count on one hand&lt;br /&gt;the number of them that are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy marriages are the exception rather than the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this by accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities seems to have changed considerably over the&lt;br /&gt;last several decades. The emphasis has gone from&lt;br /&gt;more of a hunter culture where the man was the&lt;br /&gt;breadwinner/provider to the onslaught of the feminist&lt;br /&gt;movement where a culture was created that more or&lt;br /&gt;less screwed up the national balance of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dual incomes are needed and the norm as the&lt;br /&gt;children are oftne raised by some half-assed day&lt;br /&gt;care center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are those that will say I'm full of shit, but&lt;br /&gt;divorce statistics certainly back up huge issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do so many men find happiness with Thai&lt;br /&gt;women? Yes, there are those who find misery too,&lt;br /&gt;but the overall relationship seems to bring a&lt;br /&gt;western man much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One theory is that both Thai women and Western&lt;br /&gt;men are considerably underappreciated in their&lt;br /&gt;respective societies...just some thoughts to&lt;br /&gt;ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114873218748614923?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114873218748614923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114873218748614923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114873218748614923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114873218748614923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/divorced-move-to-thailand.html' title='Divorced? Move to Thailand'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114964137963497359</id><published>2006-06-11T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:29:50.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Weekend Market Thai Girl Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/Chatuchak%20Weekend%20Market.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the big weekend shopping attractions in&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok is the Weekend Market, Chatuchak&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is relentless, and and the market is&lt;br /&gt;huge. Here's what you'll find as far as product:&lt;br /&gt;sneakers&lt;br /&gt;hats&lt;br /&gt;bags&lt;br /&gt;porcelain items&lt;br /&gt;teak items&lt;br /&gt;rugs&lt;br /&gt;musical intruments&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;Now...magnify that by ten thousand! All the normal&lt;br /&gt;Thai shopping fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out a picture of the &lt;a href="http://www.into-asia.com/bangkok/markets/chatuchak.php"&gt;market/crowd here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale from 1 to 10, this gets about a 6 on the&lt;br /&gt;Thai girl babe watch as most women are showing&lt;br /&gt;up to do some serious shopping therefore they haven't&lt;br /&gt;donned any tight jeans, heels, sundresses...most are&lt;br /&gt;wearing their shopping battle fatigues, sweats or&lt;br /&gt;loose fitting clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...there is power in numbers, where there's smoke&lt;br /&gt;there's fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do go bring your toiletpaper...god forbid you need to&lt;br /&gt;cut a turd. As with most peasant gathering areas the&lt;br /&gt;shitbox stalls usually don't have any toiletpaper, I&lt;br /&gt;always carry my own roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the weekend market take the BTS or Sky&lt;br /&gt;Train to the Mo Chit stop. When you get off, just&lt;br /&gt;follow the crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114964137963497359?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114964137963497359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114964137963497359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114964137963497359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114964137963497359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/bangkok-weekend-market-thai-girl-watch.html' title='Bangkok Weekend Market Thai Girl Watch'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114986453267430464</id><published>2006-06-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T06:13:39.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bangkok Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/cupid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/cupid.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got married in the States back in the mid&lt;br /&gt;nineties I got royally reamed up the ass in the&lt;br /&gt;finance department, as well as the emotion&lt;br /&gt;department. Weddings are a huge business&lt;br /&gt;in the states and there are more fuckers with a&lt;br /&gt;hand out than you can shake a stick at:&lt;br /&gt;DJ&lt;br /&gt;Photographer&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;Reception Hall&lt;br /&gt;Jeweler&lt;br /&gt;Limo Service&lt;br /&gt;The list never ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither my ex-wifes parents nor mine had any money&lt;br /&gt;so we paid for it ourselves. As you can imagine, it was&lt;br /&gt;big bucks. All my savings pissed right down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;in one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got married the second time to my Thai bride&lt;br /&gt;we got an everything included deal in Bangkok, and&lt;br /&gt;I do mean everything for about 1/20th of the price it&lt;br /&gt;cost me in the states and the quality and service was&lt;br /&gt;far better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the states there was all kinds of pressure and bullshit&lt;br /&gt;you have to deal with, from the proverbial pre-wedding&lt;br /&gt;bride melt down, what American wedding is complete without a&lt;br /&gt;random act of woman-ness, to all the other personalities&lt;br /&gt;who feel the need to walk around with a stick up there&lt;br /&gt;ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do most guys see this for what it is, a preview of coming attractions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114986453267430464?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114986453267430464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114986453267430464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114986453267430464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114986453267430464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-bangkok-wedding.html' title='My Bangkok Wedding'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114986559352724255</id><published>2006-06-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:06:33.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unwelcome Boarder in Bangkok</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the pub one day and an old timer on&lt;br /&gt;a quest for love was telling me how he was enjoying&lt;br /&gt;his time in Bangkok but would have to leave soon&lt;br /&gt;because he was pissing through money left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this peculiar because he wasn't the type to be&lt;br /&gt;whoring around to the max, just your occasional tryst&lt;br /&gt;with a Thai sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old timer wasn't real savvy, some detective work&lt;br /&gt;was in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've been here for 3 months, were you always pissing&lt;br /&gt;through money"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, that's the thing, seems it started lately".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure your bargirl friend isn't ripping you off"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, she's been with me the whole time. Speaking of her,&lt;br /&gt;her friend is staying with us for a few days, he's a real pain&lt;br /&gt;in the ass. Fuckin' ladyboy drinking all my beer. He&lt;br /&gt;knocked off about half a case of some Singha I had on ice&lt;br /&gt;the skinny little prick, doesn't replace shit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm...I think we might have found the source of your&lt;br /&gt;money issues".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it, the old timer went back to his rented&lt;br /&gt;condo and started rifling through the ladyboy's stuff, sure enough&lt;br /&gt;he was hording a stash from money to jewelry, including that&lt;br /&gt;of his Thai friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...he took all the stuff back and tossed his scrawny ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta watch your ass all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114986559352724255?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114986559352724255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114986559352724255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114986559352724255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114986559352724255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/unwelcome-boarder-in-bangkok.html' title='An Unwelcome Boarder in Bangkok'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114973609801841225</id><published>2006-06-08T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T03:59:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night In Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/beerpizza.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/200/beerpizza.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend came to visit me in Bangkok from the states,&lt;br /&gt;because Thailand is so far from the USA, that doesn't&lt;br /&gt;happen very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, let's call him Tom, he's currently in the process&lt;br /&gt;of getting divorced from the shrew you'd call his wife, so I&lt;br /&gt;need to keep his indentity secret as he's in the happiness&lt;br /&gt;protection program. Once divorced he can be slowly&lt;br /&gt;weened away from misery and back into the feelings of&lt;br /&gt;being young and alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him on the BTS and we stopped off at Siam and hit&lt;br /&gt;the malls. To say he was amazed by the gorgeous women&lt;br /&gt;would be an understatment...and then it happened,&lt;br /&gt;I literally saw his jaw drop from his mouth as he saw this&lt;br /&gt;Thai woman coming down the elevator in Siam Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "let's go Tom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where we going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To find out if she's taken, just follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sawadee Khrup, do you speak english?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sawadee Kha...yes I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Friend is in town visiting, possibly moving to Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;and he noticed you right away, we were just wondering if you&lt;br /&gt;were involved with someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at this point, if I were in the states one of three things&lt;br /&gt;would have happened:&lt;br /&gt;1. The proverbial kick to the nuts, she would have looked at me&lt;br /&gt;like I was a complete asshole&lt;br /&gt;2. Rolled her eyes and walked away, and she'd actually feel good&lt;br /&gt;that someone asked her&lt;br /&gt;3. Given me a fake number or some other bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't in the states so I didn't have to worry about any&lt;br /&gt;of that stuff, I was in Thailand...ok, let's continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I have boyfriend, I'm sorry. But my sister she single."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is she, does she look like you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, she prettier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mind if my friend gives her a call? You can see&lt;br /&gt;he's a nice guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need to call, she's with me now. She's in store&lt;br /&gt;shopping, she'll be out in while. Why don't you meet up with us&lt;br /&gt;in one hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, why don't we meet at Au Bon Pain at the end of the mall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, they didn't show up. Fuckin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, they did and her sister was a total babe. We had coffee&lt;br /&gt;with them and made plans to meet up for dinner. I told sister number&lt;br /&gt;1 I was happily married but we could go as friends, she had a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;and was ok with that too. My wife is cool about stuff like this, helping&lt;br /&gt;out a miserable friend. She can see the importance in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sister number 1 was just as eager to have her sister meet&lt;br /&gt;someone who had a future as I was in helping tom with some&lt;br /&gt;female companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this country!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with them, had dinner at Duilio pizza, had drinks, lot's of&lt;br /&gt;drinks, at least me and Tom did, then we went back to Tom's hotel&lt;br /&gt;room for more drinks. I was just about to leave and put Sister 1 in a cab&lt;br /&gt;and send her home when Tom proceeded to throw up all over himself.&lt;br /&gt;Huge disgusting dinner chunks that bogged us all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wound up putting both sisters in a cab while Tom proceeded to blow&lt;br /&gt;chow in the bathroom...time to call an end to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Tom...you suckbag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114973609801841225?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114973609801841225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114973609801841225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114973609801841225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114973609801841225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-night-in-bangkok.html' title='One Night In Bangkok'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114968613917234650</id><published>2006-06-07T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T06:59:09.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Bargirl Rules of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/happyman.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/200/happyman.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He muttered to me in a drunken stupor from the&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Bar at Soi Cowboy:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not exactly sure what she sees in me, I'm&lt;br /&gt;twice her age...she's the most beautiful woman&lt;br /&gt;I've ever been with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aussie friend was retired, divoreced thrice and&lt;br /&gt;hadn't been "really laid" in years. Sex with his wife&lt;br /&gt;he compared to dead-fish-floppery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she sees in you my friend is survival, food,&lt;br /&gt;clothes, shelter, money for her and her family. If&lt;br /&gt;you hold up your end of the bargain, she'll hold&lt;br /&gt;up hers and you can be with the woman of your&lt;br /&gt;dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But become skewed and try to make this a&lt;br /&gt;western relationship where the fairytale&lt;br /&gt;get-together is based on mutual love and honesty&lt;br /&gt;and you're gonna lose out big time. That's not how&lt;br /&gt;the game is played with a Bangkok bargirl, and when&lt;br /&gt;you did play that game in the western world, you didn't&lt;br /&gt;do very well, you got divorced 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is she the one? Will she try and rip you off blind?&lt;br /&gt;How many other Aussie's does she have on the end&lt;br /&gt;of her rope? She may have a boyfriend and could even&lt;br /&gt;be married, have several kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot at stake here and you don't need to go&lt;br /&gt;apeshit just because you got your rocks off good and hard for the&lt;br /&gt;first time in years. Take it slow...nothing more pathetic&lt;br /&gt;than a 60 year old man "in love" and the whole situation is&lt;br /&gt;going tits-up right before his very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the scenery, drink, food, things to do and the lack&lt;br /&gt;of harried pace bullshit that you've had to put up with for&lt;br /&gt;years, that's the real key to winning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114968613917234650?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114968613917234650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114968613917234650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114968613917234650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114968613917234650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/bangkok-bargirl-rules-of-love.html' title='Bangkok Bargirl Rules of Love'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114959282912317246</id><published>2006-06-06T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:30:20.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farang Love Sick for Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://toons.artie.com/easter/arg-biker-chick-207x165-url.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://toons.artie.com/easter/arg-biker-chick-207x165-url.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the states, what do I miss about Bangkok most? It's not the gorgeous women, the great food, the wonderful demeanor of the nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that annoys me most and makes me want to get back to the land of smiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here goes...in the states people are herded like sheep and mass marketed to. What's worse, they don't even realize it...you see this&lt;br /&gt;constantly in someone's &lt;em&gt;quest for individualism.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The car they drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tatoo they have or want to get&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The clothes they wear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even the music they listen too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I have a friend who's on a dire quest&lt;br /&gt;to show his individuality as someone who's a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;This is mostly to make up for a pathetically boring&lt;br /&gt;life. Without knowing it, he set himself up to be&lt;br /&gt;mass marketed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his individual statement occurs on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;when he dons his wannabe biker uniform and harley&lt;br /&gt;and puts a scowl on his face. He paid big bucks for&lt;br /&gt;that uniform and bike...and to corporate America, that's&lt;br /&gt;what it's really all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's an individual, him and all the other millions&lt;br /&gt;of guys, and women, who jump on their hog for the&lt;br /&gt;weekend. Harley stock went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's at a red light he gets to obnoxiously rev his engine&lt;br /&gt;and say to the world "look at me, I'm a rebel and a macho&lt;br /&gt;guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From observation, I suspect he very rarely has sex&lt;br /&gt;with his wife of 10 years, just a hunch. Whenever&lt;br /&gt;we go anywhere he's hornier than a bucket full of&lt;br /&gt;bullhead. He complains of all the things he has to&lt;br /&gt;do, the majority of which are commandeered by his&lt;br /&gt;wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of the situation is that he has a dull life,&lt;br /&gt;and this begins when you let others tell you what is&lt;br /&gt;"cool" and what you should do, wear and how you&lt;br /&gt;should act. You let them tell you tatoos are cool&lt;br /&gt;and you believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in Bangkok, this typo of behavior is seen&lt;br /&gt;as quite foolish. You don't see big bikes that make a&lt;br /&gt;lot of noise for a couple of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. They're considered too expensive and a waste of&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;2. Scooters are used for this mode of transportation,&lt;br /&gt;they're cheap and use very little gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a choice that's based on practicality and not&lt;br /&gt;the "hot shit factor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I miss most about Thailand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114959282912317246?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114959282912317246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114959282912317246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114959282912317246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114959282912317246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/farang-love-sick-for-bangkok.html' title='Farang Love Sick for Bangkok'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114946435488437503</id><published>2006-06-05T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:16:25.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dogs of Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/BangkokDogs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/320/BangkokDogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean the human kind that hang around Soi Cowboy and Nana Plaza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok has an inordinate number of dogs,&lt;br /&gt;many who travel in packs, those that show&lt;br /&gt;the battle scars of having lived a life meandering&lt;br /&gt;through the Bangkok traffic and thousands&lt;br /&gt;who flop nearly anywhere and catch some&lt;br /&gt;zzz's in the Bankok heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was travelling in a car with my father&lt;br /&gt;in-law when we came upon the middle of the&lt;br /&gt;street and these two dogs, twins, were sacked&lt;br /&gt;out in the middle of the road and had no intentions&lt;br /&gt;of moving. This is ultra-normal in Bangkok, hell it's&lt;br /&gt;normal for a Thai national to be sacked out in the&lt;br /&gt;middle of the street, those fuckers can sleep through&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I was travelling on bicycle in a rural&lt;br /&gt;area of Pattaya I was confronted by three skeavey&lt;br /&gt;looking dogs walking toward me. They weren't walking&lt;br /&gt;in a line but were walking side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't have time to turn around as they had&lt;br /&gt;picked up the pace towards me and one of them was&lt;br /&gt;showing his teeth. The one to my left had a very bad&lt;br /&gt;right leg, it was withered and probably the result of&lt;br /&gt;getting hit by a car in the streets of Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dog lover, but it was clear, it was a clear cut case&lt;br /&gt;of them or me. My game plan was to take a sharp left&lt;br /&gt;and then ride full blast at the sick weak one while I&lt;br /&gt;was screaming my head off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, luck turned my way...a huge truck was&lt;br /&gt;driving down the road. Not your ordinary truck, but&lt;br /&gt;one that was cut in half so it was a ready made convertable,&lt;br /&gt;and the guy driving was sitting in a metal cafetaria chair&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't even bolted to the truck floor. The truck let out&lt;br /&gt;this huge backfire, the dogs didn't know what happened...I&lt;br /&gt;took the oppurtunity to put my tail between my legs and&lt;br /&gt;ride that rented bike as fast as my fat ass could&lt;br /&gt;pedal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114946435488437503?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114946435488437503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114946435488437503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114946435488437503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114946435488437503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/dogs-of-thailand.html' title='The Dogs of Thailand'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114937050309120270</id><published>2006-06-04T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T05:53:51.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons You May Be Ready For A Move To Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/snoop.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/200/snoop.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time I've been asked by people what would&lt;br /&gt;make a man move to Thailand. Thailand is a third world&lt;br /&gt;country, and most cannot understand why someone would&lt;br /&gt;want to leave "the greatest country in the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something you know when the time is right. There's no&lt;br /&gt;process that you run through that tells you it's time to try&lt;br /&gt;something different. Also, most expats I've met have a&lt;br /&gt;certain flair of being an adventurer, that's certainly a big&lt;br /&gt;part of it. When I talk to farangs, move have told me they&lt;br /&gt;feel like a misfit when they're in their home country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love their country, but feel misplaced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the states, there's not a lot for me to do. Most&lt;br /&gt;things that are popular, I don't like. I can hardly watch TV,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I've become wrapped too tight. Here&lt;br /&gt;are some things that annoy the piss out of me and give me&lt;br /&gt;that "it's time to move on" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're sickened by a culture where poker and nascar can&lt;br /&gt;become popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tax time, how fucked up can one process be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hillary actually has a good chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Most women society deems appropriate for you to date are&lt;br /&gt;either fat, miserable, total skanks or all of the above. You're not&lt;br /&gt;quite ready for your appreciation of gorgeous woman to be&lt;br /&gt;over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're tired of the major news outlets merely being PR firms&lt;br /&gt;for the big corporations and the inability of those around you to&lt;br /&gt;figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't like reality shows. Come to think of it, you're unable&lt;br /&gt;to watch TV due to the piss-poor programming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Puritanical hypocritical views, here' s a hypothetical situation...a&lt;br /&gt;right wing politician preaches daily about the evils of porn, goes home&lt;br /&gt;and night and surfs porn sites. This is the rule rather than the exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You're tired of getting the up-sell, whether it's a burger, going to the&lt;br /&gt;post office, buying a DVD, getting married, getting divorced, kids in&lt;br /&gt;college...you feel like the whole thing is set up to bilk you out of money.&lt;br /&gt;You want off of the proverbial tread mill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A terribly litigious culture where the most ridiculous of law suits&lt;br /&gt;can win, even when both sides know it's a big crock of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Snoop-dog is doing Chrysler commercials. Is Chrysler kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final straw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114937050309120270?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114937050309120270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114937050309120270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114937050309120270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114937050309120270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/reasons-you-may-be-ready-for-move-to.html' title='Reasons You May Be Ready For A Move To Thailand'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114934728839597784</id><published>2006-06-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:37:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Thai Women Top 10</title><content type='html'>In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I like white meat, from a foul perspective, and she&lt;br /&gt;goes straight for all the dark meat and other parts&lt;br /&gt;of the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 9: They love to laugh and are good natured.&lt;br /&gt;Given the choice between being happy or being miserable,&lt;br /&gt;a Thai woman will choose happiness hands down. The&lt;br /&gt;same cannot be said for a western woman. Yes, they&lt;br /&gt;say they'd like to be happy, but their actions and&lt;br /&gt;demeanor clearly show they choose to be miserable&lt;br /&gt;and prefer to emasculate the man they're with. With&lt;br /&gt;most western couples, the woman develops a disdain&lt;br /&gt;for the man's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 8: Thai women do not need to be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;They are just as happy going out, watching Chinese&lt;br /&gt;movies, watching TV (as long as you have closed captioned),&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach..this leaves a man to be free to be&lt;br /&gt;himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 7: The probable likelihood that they &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; develop a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDonald's Ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 6: Exotic features...silky black hair, gorgeous skin,&lt;br /&gt;incredible body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5: The complete opposite of a western woman when it&lt;br /&gt;comes to the capacity to endure. While their spoiled western&lt;br /&gt;sisters throw a hissy fit if they don't get their morning latte,&lt;br /&gt;a brand new car in the driveway or that mansion...the women&lt;br /&gt;of Thailand have most likely grown up sharing a room with&lt;br /&gt;several sisters. When they have a good thing, they appreciate&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4: They want &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; to be happy, it's not all about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Not huge fans of the feminist movement, they've&lt;br /&gt;seen what it's done to western women and their lifestyles. Now&lt;br /&gt;both the man and women in a western marriage get to work all&lt;br /&gt;day while someone else raises the kids...brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: They tell you exactly what's on their mind, they&lt;br /&gt;don't try to manipulate you into doing what will please them.&lt;br /&gt;Ask any man who's been married for a while what it's like trying&lt;br /&gt;to decide what restaurant to go to with this western wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Number 1 Reason I LOVE Those Thai Women: Killer in&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen and in the bedroom, these women know what makes&lt;br /&gt;a man happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114934728839597784?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114934728839597784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114934728839597784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114934728839597784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114934728839597784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-i-love-thai-women-top-10.html' title='Why I Love Thai Women Top 10'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114925368591559858</id><published>2006-06-02T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T06:08:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farang Ding Dong</title><content type='html'>Any search for Farang Ding Dong on the internet&lt;br /&gt;will bring up some links for those lovely ladies with&lt;br /&gt;the gigantic gorgonzolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they real? Are they fake? Who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Bundy would go out of his everloving mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this, I have witnessed those bar girls that&lt;br /&gt;have had very large boob jobs which were most likely&lt;br /&gt;financed by their farang boyfriends, although not as&lt;br /&gt;big as the lucious lovelies found on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farangdingdong.com"&gt;www.farangdingdong.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I'd fall for the special herb story though, it never&lt;br /&gt;changes...the bullshit piles up faster than a cat can&lt;br /&gt;lick its ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what guy doesn't like boobs I ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114925368591559858?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114925368591559858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114925368591559858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114925368591559858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114925368591559858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/farang-ding-dong.html' title='Farang Ding Dong'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114912267233761183</id><published>2006-06-01T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T07:18:25.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok MBK Mall Butt Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/meanpirate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/200/meanpirate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shopping at the MBK mall, there's only 3 things&lt;br /&gt;a farang expat from American will want to do...&lt;br /&gt;1. Scope Thai Babes&lt;br /&gt;2. Take a piss&lt;br /&gt;3. Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I needed to take a squirt at the MBK mall, it was&lt;br /&gt;business as usual...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the public restroom and there were three&lt;br /&gt;walls filled with urinals and no one was taking a piss. I had&lt;br /&gt;virgin territory to work with. I chose the right hand wall, I&lt;br /&gt;thought it was a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to piss, in comes the cleaning twerp. I&lt;br /&gt;thought he was about to clean, but apparently he had to piss&lt;br /&gt;too...so he comes and stands right next to me thereby breaking&lt;br /&gt;one of the 10 cardinal rules of taking a piss:&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shalt not piss next to another man if there are other urinals&lt;br /&gt;available".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the little bastard shooting a glance down at my johnson bar,&lt;br /&gt;I locked up tighter than a virgin's honey pie and got immediate stage&lt;br /&gt;fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuffed myself back in my trousers and went off to find another&lt;br /&gt;public restroom...no butt pirates please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pirate graphic from &lt;a href="http://www.artie.com"&gt;www.artie.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114912267233761183?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114912267233761183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114912267233761183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114912267233761183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114912267233761183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/bangkok-mbk-mall-butt-pirate.html' title='Bangkok MBK Mall Butt Pirate'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114909883788867662</id><published>2006-05-31T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:18:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Personal Bangkok Goals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/1600/tshirt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/3019/200/tshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was partying in the Dubliner one afternoon and met&lt;br /&gt;another guy from the states. He had on one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretend that you care&lt;/em&gt; corporate hi-tech company&lt;br /&gt;t-shirts that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Goal Is Complete Customer Satisfaction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bunch of bullshit. Customer service is an&lt;br /&gt;oxymoron. I've yet to meet a company that really&lt;br /&gt;cares about the customer. It's completely secondary&lt;br /&gt;to the botton line. There are those that argue that&lt;br /&gt;bottom line and customer satisfaction complement&lt;br /&gt;each other, but that's not even close. Plenty of&lt;br /&gt;company's are making money who could care less&lt;br /&gt;about the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked, and tossed back several Guiness I asked&lt;br /&gt;him what his personal goals were, never mind the company&lt;br /&gt;he worked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he had just gotten divorced and hadn't been&lt;br /&gt;laid in ten years. Well...it was fairly clear what his goals&lt;br /&gt;were and it was time for a new t-shirt...I'm sure his bullshitting&lt;br /&gt;American company will foot the bill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114909883788867662?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114909883788867662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114909883788867662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114909883788867662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114909883788867662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-personal-bangkok-goals.html' title='Your Personal Bangkok Goals...'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114899903907508710</id><published>2006-05-30T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T07:23:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farang Pissing and Moaning</title><content type='html'>When you stay in Thailand long enough and get to&lt;br /&gt;know the members of the expat community, pissing&lt;br /&gt;and moaning can become a sport the farangs fall into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind these farangs are probably those that&lt;br /&gt;complained like women back in their own country too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the favorite things to complain about are the&lt;br /&gt;prices the farangs get charged as opposed to the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of course ridiculous when you realize how good&lt;br /&gt;they have it. But...they get on this fairness kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose they'd rather be back in their own country&lt;br /&gt;where things are "fair"and the climate sucks, they&lt;br /&gt;never get laid, their money goes nowhere and they're&lt;br /&gt;looked upon as old fat fuckers...it's a very small price to&lt;br /&gt;pay for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go, you can't better those farangs&lt;br /&gt;that are intent on snatching defeat from the jaws of&lt;br /&gt;victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114899903907508710?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114899903907508710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114899903907508710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114899903907508710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114899903907508710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/farang-pissing-and-moaning.html' title='Farang Pissing and Moaning'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114890746097605500</id><published>2006-05-29T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:05:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detriot Airport Blubbo ' Rama</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, the good old USA...the first site I saw when&lt;br /&gt;I got off the plane coming in from Tokyo at the&lt;br /&gt;Detroit airport was a 25'ish western female walking in&lt;br /&gt;front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a midriff shirt on and exposing the "in style"&lt;br /&gt;fashion tatoo of the day that all these younger women&lt;br /&gt;seem to need to have. It was in the middle of her back just&lt;br /&gt;above a big fat ass. As she was walking, a globule&lt;br /&gt;of fat fell over her belt on the right hand side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have gone to the restroom just before I had&lt;br /&gt;seen her because not long after the right love handle&lt;br /&gt;gave way, the left one fell down and then of course it&lt;br /&gt;was off to the races. Luckily the Detroit airport has&lt;br /&gt;a bathroom every 100 yards or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tatoo was now flanked by two bags of blubba. This&lt;br /&gt;is becoming more and more common with younger&lt;br /&gt;western women, there seems to be no shame in showing&lt;br /&gt;off your fat. Hell, it's your body and you should be proud&lt;br /&gt;of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing I like about Thailand. It's not common&lt;br /&gt;"yet" to see the tatoos on the younger women. Yes, you do&lt;br /&gt;get your unsavory bar girl that sports one from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;but as a general rule they are at a minimum. And I hope it&lt;br /&gt;stays that way. I'm not a huge fan of tatoos on women, it&lt;br /&gt;would be a deal breaker for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see the email from the spoiled western women&lt;br /&gt;on this one, so for them here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you're going to ride the rides at pattayajoe land, wear a&lt;br /&gt;    seat belt, cause it's a rough ride&lt;br /&gt;2. No tatoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bangkok the women are generally shy so they are not&lt;br /&gt;prone to showing off their body, especially if they are fat.&lt;br /&gt;Now...heading down to Soi Cowboy is a much different&lt;br /&gt;story. The bar girls are scantily clad, but still no showing&lt;br /&gt;off of fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114890746097605500?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114890746097605500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114890746097605500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114890746097605500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114890746097605500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/detriot-airport-blubbo-rama.html' title='Detriot Airport Blubbo &apos; Rama'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114882408514335441</id><published>2006-05-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:27:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible Thai Food...My Ass Is On Fire!</title><content type='html'>Besides an excellent outlook on life, a happy attitude,&lt;br /&gt;amazing sights, temples and gorgeous women, one&lt;br /&gt;of the the most incredible things about Thailand is&lt;br /&gt;the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time travellers should be somewhat leary of&lt;br /&gt;the food though as "Bangkok Belly" is lurking in&lt;br /&gt;the shadows waiting to rare its ulgly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why, but newcomers are susceptible&lt;br /&gt;to Bangkok Belly possibly because the bacteria&lt;br /&gt;from one country to the next is so different in the&lt;br /&gt;water and food. When you get BB, you're settled&lt;br /&gt;with the constant shits and a pain in your&lt;br /&gt;stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the dishes in Thailand are very hot, as&lt;br /&gt;the Thai's cook with ground up chili peppers,&lt;br /&gt;along with other very hot stuff, so until you get&lt;br /&gt;use to it, you will get this burning sensation&lt;br /&gt;when you relieve yourself if you are eating the&lt;br /&gt;hotter dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those newcomers will fare much better if they&lt;br /&gt;don't eat such hot food and break in rather&lt;br /&gt;slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first trip to Thailand I was determined&lt;br /&gt;to eat what the locals ate. For a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;I did very good, even to the point of getting too&lt;br /&gt;cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it happened. I was on the Bangkok Sky Train&lt;br /&gt;and had this incredible urge to take a dump as I started&lt;br /&gt;to get an incessant pain in my stomach. I jumped&lt;br /&gt;off at the Siam stop and frantically looked for a&lt;br /&gt;bathroom before I shit my pants, the look on my&lt;br /&gt;face must have been one of excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found a bathroom, and to my dismay&lt;br /&gt;a sign hung on the shitbox door "Out of Order".&lt;br /&gt;This did not work with my body's timing at all&lt;br /&gt;as I was ready to hit the toilet in perfect stride&lt;br /&gt;and was even unbuckling my belt as I sprinted&lt;br /&gt;to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No turning back, working or not working, this&lt;br /&gt;toilet was about to feel my wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I won't go into the gory details, I hope&lt;br /&gt;you get the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114882408514335441?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114882408514335441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114882408514335441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114882408514335441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114882408514335441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/incredible-thai-foodmy-ass-is-on-fire.html' title='Incredible Thai Food...My Ass Is On Fire!'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114850799276865114</id><published>2006-05-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T04:50:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bankgkok, Thai Ladyboy, Is She or Isn't He</title><content type='html'>As I was awaiting a table in the front lobby of the Greatwall&lt;br /&gt;restaurant in the Asia Hotel in Bangkok, I noticed a very tall&lt;br /&gt;striking Asian woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hot...Smoking Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous figure, and what I noticed about her most was&lt;br /&gt;her beautiful legs as she flaunted them in her heeled sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a Thai woman, she was tall, very tall. Possible 5'7" or&lt;br /&gt;greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I put my feedbag on I waddled back to my hotel room&lt;br /&gt;feeling about as portly as could be. While in the elevator I noticed&lt;br /&gt;an advertisement for the Calypso Cabaret, an all Ladyboy show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was duped. Here I was brimming with testosterone, and there&lt;br /&gt;you have it, I was setting my sights on another man, holy shit&lt;br /&gt;batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my wife back in the states and told her aobut it. She&lt;br /&gt;told me it was a famous show in Bangkok, they had the most&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous Ladyboys. &lt;em&gt;But honey, I feel so...ummm, gay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied with one of her favorites sayings...&lt;em&gt;only an American&lt;br /&gt;could feel like that&lt;/em&gt;. It's not a big deal in Thailand. No big deal is&lt;br /&gt;cool, I'm just going to be a little more cautious next time I see&lt;br /&gt;a taller Thai babe. Really hard to pick out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever in the area, it really is a great show, check it&lt;br /&gt;out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calypsocabaret.com/"&gt;http://www.calypsocabaret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...on the not so hard to pick out side. If you ever go to Nana&lt;br /&gt;Plaza to a bar called the Cat House, you'll see a Ladyboy there&lt;br /&gt;who ain't fooling nobody. 5'oclock shadow and the whole nine&lt;br /&gt;yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the weird thing, the Japanese men are all over him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get that at all. They must have a fetish about the Ladyboys&lt;br /&gt;that don't really look like Ladyboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, ok...enough about Ladyboys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114850799276865114?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114850799276865114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114850799276865114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114850799276865114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114850799276865114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/bankgkok-thai-ladyboy-is-she-or-isnt.html' title='Bankgkok, Thai Ladyboy, Is She or Isn&apos;t He'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114859419979980247</id><published>2006-05-26T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T05:53:11.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Exclusive On Expat Internet Dating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rogue Terrorist Spunk Shot Nearly&lt;br /&gt;Incapacitates Camming Session&lt;br /&gt;By Disgruntled American Expat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily our American expat in question was armed with&lt;br /&gt;the latest in windshield wiper and wrap-around blowjob&lt;br /&gt;attachment from Robinsons department store...no&lt;br /&gt;casualties were suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, one needn't take his life in his own hands when&lt;br /&gt;it comes to meeting gorgeous single Thai women. The&lt;br /&gt;opportunity just merely walking around to meet the&lt;br /&gt;women of your dreams is so incredible it's staggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really no need to waste endless, countless&lt;br /&gt;hours playing on the internet when there are so many&lt;br /&gt;more productive venues for meeting women in Bangkok:&lt;br /&gt;1. Malls&lt;br /&gt;2. The Bars&lt;br /&gt;3. Restaurants&lt;br /&gt;4. Shops&lt;br /&gt;5. Walking on the street&lt;br /&gt;6. The BTS system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all Free! Just be sincere and normal, and you'd&lt;br /&gt;be surprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do realize there are those men who reminisce for&lt;br /&gt;the days in the states when a woman wouldn't even crap&lt;br /&gt;in their drink nevermind glance in their direction, so it's&lt;br /&gt;for those men that this quick and dirty guide to internet&lt;br /&gt;dating is being penned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you must, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, download and install some chat software...Yahoo&lt;br /&gt;Instant Messenger, MSN, Aol, Skype...if you're not sure&lt;br /&gt;just google "instant messenger".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need to pick out a ID. Don't pick out something&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous such as Tom_Cock or LongDongSilver, you'll&lt;br /&gt;just look like an a-hole. Never be afraid to add "nice guy"&lt;br /&gt;to your ID, it's a definate winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't rocket science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, start trolling. Search the member profiles from the&lt;br /&gt;member directory that you're using and start sending out&lt;br /&gt;messages:&lt;br /&gt;How are you? Nice American guy in Bankok here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all there is to it. Do you need to post a pic? You&lt;br /&gt;can if you want to. Should you get a cam? If you want to&lt;br /&gt;you can, but you don't have to go apeshit. I'd advise you&lt;br /&gt;to just begin approaching women you'd like to talk to, it's&lt;br /&gt;a hell of a lot easier and works much better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114859419979980247?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114859419979980247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114859419979980247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114859419979980247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114859419979980247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/bangkok-exclusive-on-expat-internet.html' title='Bangkok Exclusive On Expat Internet Dating...'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114841885275196293</id><published>2006-05-25T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T05:19:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving To Thailand? Bangkok, Pattaya...</title><content type='html'>Before you get carried away, you have to have one&lt;br /&gt;of three things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Enough money saved to sustain yourself&lt;br /&gt;2. A job&lt;br /&gt;3. Recurring monthly revenue from a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough money? We're not talking about 10 grand. You'll&lt;br /&gt;piss through that in no time. If you're single and, and depending&lt;br /&gt;how young you are, you need at least 100 large before&lt;br /&gt;you even think of making the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't do this the right way, you'll run out of money&lt;br /&gt;and then have no recourse but to move back wherever&lt;br /&gt;you came from and get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your expenses in Thailand will be food, lodging, entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;and visa runs. These expenses can add up very, very fast, even&lt;br /&gt;though Thailand is a relatively cheap place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you don't want to get caught in the position where you've&lt;br /&gt;become an illegal in Thailand, no current visa. This is what will&lt;br /&gt;happen if you don't have enough money and you're unable to&lt;br /&gt;do a visa run. Something tells me a Thai jail will be a major&lt;br /&gt;suckfest...no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend, plan your work and work your plan to an early&lt;br /&gt;retirement...and save, save, save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a job in Thailand is not a very good bet unless your&lt;br /&gt;company transfers you there. Then it can be a bonus as you&lt;br /&gt;can make a foreign salary in the land of the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good gig is if you have a business, such as a web&lt;br /&gt;based business and you can live anywhere, course this is&lt;br /&gt;easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expenses...&lt;br /&gt;Rent&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment - go go bars, clubs, nightlife, dating&lt;br /&gt;Visa runs to other S. Asian coutries...&lt;br /&gt;Emergency trips back to your country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and rent is fairly inexpensive, especially compared to&lt;br /&gt;the states, but the entertainment and visa runs is where&lt;br /&gt;you can get into spending some dough, especially if you go&lt;br /&gt;apeshit with the bar girls...you'll start pissing through money&lt;br /&gt;left and right and the whole situation will get out of hand and&lt;br /&gt;go tits'up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime it pays to be a Cheap Charlie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114841885275196293?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114841885275196293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114841885275196293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114841885275196293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114841885275196293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-to-thailand-bangkok-pattaya.html' title='Moving To Thailand? Bangkok, Pattaya...'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114842154916303305</id><published>2006-05-24T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T06:02:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Bar Girls Want My Money?</title><content type='html'>No matter how far you try to run, you can't hide, as&lt;br /&gt;Devin reminds us with his/her pathetically piss-poor&lt;br /&gt;post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come on, don't you realise these bar girls are only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after your money? How stupid can you be..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I'll comment on the post, which I'll get to, I'd first&lt;br /&gt;like to analyze who and what Devin is. I'm very sure Devin&lt;br /&gt;is a woman, but I'm not sure if she's from the states or&lt;br /&gt;from the UK. She seems to pride herself in being a master&lt;br /&gt;of the obvious, which is a typical USA woman's motus&lt;br /&gt;operandi. However, she spells realize like a Brit and the&lt;br /&gt;name Devin is not too common among women in the States,&lt;br /&gt;and, Thailand is much more common among those in&lt;br /&gt;Europe than in the states due to distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are whether American or a Brit, her husband has cashed&lt;br /&gt;his chips in for Thailand a long time ago, and with comments&lt;br /&gt;like the one above, who could blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now on to Devin's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar girls are only after money...No Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Trump dates supermodels because he's such a stud,&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard Stern's girlfriend who graces the cover of Maxim is with&lt;br /&gt;him because he's such a good conversationalist, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't possibly have anything to do with money now, could&lt;br /&gt;it? Money is in fact one of the keys to a healthy, safe and prosperous&lt;br /&gt;future...so it's no doubt in any culture that money can become a&lt;br /&gt;point of concern, specifically for the weaker race or by those who&lt;br /&gt;have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean a get together based on lust on one end and financial&lt;br /&gt;security on the other can't work? Of course not, and if it can't, cultures&lt;br /&gt;with divorce rates hovering around or over 50% are hardly in a position&lt;br /&gt;to criticize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men that go to Thailand have been driven away by underappreciative&lt;br /&gt;wives, culture and situations that become no longer tolerable or acceptable,&lt;br /&gt;and yes Devin, men like gorgeous women. Men liking gorgeous women is actually&lt;br /&gt;quite natural, and no matter how old a man gets, a gorgeous woman does&lt;br /&gt;not cease to become attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Devin's post reeks of jealousy. That poisonous jealousy that makes&lt;br /&gt;you tense and irritable as you witness someone elses happiness. Someone&lt;br /&gt;else who you may no longer be able to manipulate, control and keep from&lt;br /&gt;enjoying life and all the good things it has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd imagine you're the type of woman who'd like to put her husbands dick&lt;br /&gt;in a mason jar if you caught him looking at another woman, so you might as&lt;br /&gt;well get mad at a bird for flying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114842154916303305?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114842154916303305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114842154916303305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114842154916303305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114842154916303305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/thai-bar-girls-want-my-money.html' title='Thai Bar Girls Want My Money?'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114838366746312893</id><published>2006-05-23T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:31:18.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok, Siam Paragon and Malls Thai Babe Watch</title><content type='html'>Whenever I have to leave Bangkok and head back to the&lt;br /&gt;states, the first thing I do outside having a good cry is hit&lt;br /&gt;the malls to load up on things for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I need to buy any paricular gifts, my wife is Thai&lt;br /&gt;so I have a whole laundry list of items she emails to me&lt;br /&gt;that I'm tasked with bringing back to the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items such as:&lt;br /&gt;1) Various Thai Books, especially the new Thai Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;2) Thai chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3) Comic books&lt;br /&gt;4) etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping it's always nice to stare at the eye candy that&lt;br /&gt;is congregating at the malls. Thai women of nearly every walk of life,&lt;br /&gt;college students slacking off, bar girls on the day hunt, the women&lt;br /&gt;who work at the mall, and yes, there are even some Thai women&lt;br /&gt;actually doing some shopping, if you can believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...first off, Bangkok is crawling with gorgeous single women.&lt;br /&gt;Some are more or less single than others, espeically the bar girls.&lt;br /&gt;Yes the go go bars are a fascinating landmark, I'm partial to Soi&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy, but the point of todays post is the fact that you can&lt;br /&gt;meet gorgeous Thai women nearly anywhere in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Thailand, as with most 3rd world countries, picking a mate has&lt;br /&gt;more to do with survival and the future than it does with some&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous fairy-tale romance that's doomed from the very&lt;br /&gt;beginning. This is one or the reasons age is not a huge issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When options are more limited for women, the future, not the&lt;br /&gt;career is the much bigger issue. What a concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the malls. One day while I was at the MK mall in Bangkok,&lt;br /&gt;a plethora of hot Thai college students approached me. They were&lt;br /&gt;in the English Club and were looking for people to practice speaking&lt;br /&gt;with. This kind of things happens often while in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of refreshing...especially for those of us who have approached&lt;br /&gt;women in the states, not even hot women I might add, and got that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't even shit in your drink&lt;/em&gt; look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114838366746312893?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114838366746312893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114838366746312893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114838366746312893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114838366746312893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/bangkok-siam-paragon-and-malls-thai.html' title='Bangkok, Siam Paragon and Malls Thai Babe Watch'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114825909012247541</id><published>2006-05-22T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T04:14:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattaya Reader Suffering from Rectal Cranium Insertion</title><content type='html'>I just started this blog, and to think that after only&lt;br /&gt;one post I've aready drawn hate-mail, ahhhh the&lt;br /&gt;wonders of cyperspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marge notes about my first post, Marge is not her&lt;br /&gt;real name, names are changed to protect those suffering&lt;br /&gt;from rectal cranium insertion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just ran across this blog and just think it's awful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how you lump all Western women into one category.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you always stereotype in such a way?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Marge, now that you've asked, well, ummmm...yes,&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact I do. And...if the stereotype fits, wear&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of when I was working in corporate&lt;br /&gt;high-tech America. You know, that workspace where the&lt;br /&gt;highlight of most techie's day is finding a typo, mistake or mispelled&lt;br /&gt;word in someones email? They can then trumpet to the&lt;br /&gt;world "look how smart I am". Too bad the practice of&lt;br /&gt;pasting stars on foreheads doesn't exist after first grade,&lt;br /&gt;we have plenty of those who still need the recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the suckiest job known to man, I was a technical support&lt;br /&gt;manager and was tasked with managing (babysitting) a group of&lt;br /&gt;pathetic misfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when running a support department you need&lt;br /&gt;to staff the phone, so I reminded my group at a meeting&lt;br /&gt;one day that if they weren't on the phone I needed to know&lt;br /&gt;where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the group, one of the more outspoken morons, quickly&lt;br /&gt;raised his hand and exclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;"oh, what, we have to tell you when we need to go to the&lt;br /&gt;bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm, no Dave, that doesn't mean if you go cut a turd you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have to let me know.  Just let me know if you decide to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck-off in your normal, everyday typical way, OK?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's for the Marges and Daves of the world, those that need&lt;br /&gt;to either:&lt;br /&gt;A. Hear themselves talk, or&lt;br /&gt;B. Watch themselves write&lt;br /&gt;that I guess I need to use some kind of disclaimer before being&lt;br /&gt;critical and generalizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...I can go on and continue to address only those that don't have&lt;br /&gt;a crutch stuck up their ass and have the ability to think for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've decided...I'lll continue to address the second group, the group&lt;br /&gt;that can actually think for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marge and Dave, because I have to spell it out for you, this group&lt;br /&gt;doesn't include either one of you, so Screw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114825909012247541?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114825909012247541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114825909012247541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114825909012247541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114825909012247541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/pattaya-reader-suffering-from-rectal.html' title='Pattaya Reader Suffering from Rectal Cranium Insertion'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489391.post-114822505437026134</id><published>2006-05-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:55:10.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Western Women Kill the Mood In Bangkok</title><content type='html'>All things come to an end, and unfortunately my visit to my&lt;br /&gt;adopted future country was nearing a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hit with the cold slap of reality while dining in the Asia&lt;br /&gt;Hotel restaurant in Bangkok, relaxing over good Thai food, a nice cold&lt;br /&gt;Singha beer...and then, it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pissing and moaning of two Western women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out lightly but then hit its crescendo as the background&lt;br /&gt;noise became foreground noise and the cackling began to&lt;br /&gt;invade my every thought as they spewed their poisonous venom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too cold in here...&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this table...&lt;br /&gt;Can't we sit somewhere else...&lt;br /&gt;My box hurts...&lt;br /&gt;I want to sit by the window...&lt;br /&gt;That waiter isn't going to be getting a tip from me...&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the kind of verbal diahrea that can only squirt from&lt;br /&gt;the lips of a Western woman who's husband is not available for her&lt;br /&gt;tee off on. What the hell were they doing in Bangkok anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking they were the high-powered corportate types&lt;br /&gt;probably in town to give some kind of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's amazing about the majority of the women of Thailand&lt;br /&gt;is their good natured outlook and the lack of complaining about&lt;br /&gt;all things under the sun that their Western counterparts have&lt;br /&gt;made a sport out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when your use to sharing a room with 5 sisters and&lt;br /&gt;working out in the field all day, where you sit in a restaurant is&lt;br /&gt;taken for exactly what it is...a non-issue, or it's actually an&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's back to the states to make enough dough so I can relocate&lt;br /&gt;permanently to Pattaya. In the meantime I'll be getting over and&lt;br /&gt;visiting every chance I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28489391-114822505437026134?l=pattayajoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114822505437026134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28489391&amp;postID=114822505437026134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114822505437026134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28489391/posts/default/114822505437026134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattayajoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-western-women-kill-mood-in-bangkok.html' title='2 Western Women Kill the Mood In Bangkok'/><author><name>pattayajoe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
