Maurice was sitting in front of the TV in his Bangkok apartment contemplating the night ahead. It wasn't that he didn't have options, he had lot's of options. There was a TF party on he could attend; his special female friend Golf wanted to meet; and there were always the infamous bars where new 'friends' were only a flick of the wallet away. No Maurice's problem wasn't finding things to do, but making a choice. Little did he know that his choice was about to be made for him by a sudden knock on his apartment door.......... (If every person who visit's this journal could please write a new part of the story. Don't be shy, be imaginative, be crazy, don't hold back; and let's see where this story goes... if anywhere )

...only to be confronted by Bobbyboy112003 and two of his ladyboy companions.

Aaaahhhhhhhh! With a terrible scream, he slammed the door shut on the 5'9" gals and raced to the kitchen. An ice cold Singha would help to calm his nerves and think of a way out of this mess. He finished his beer in three fast gulps and headed to his bedroom window which opened up onto a fire escape. He headed out the window, down the fire escape, and onto the street below.

He feels terrible, depressed, disappointed.. does not and never understand that why beautiful / nice / kind / polite / gentle / care / full of concerning sensibility / sense of humor/ gorgouse / elegant like Golf can become a ladyboy. this get him confused really badly.. and he is starts thinking about commiting suicide, he lost confident to live , trust no one (female).. oh no..this world is real no mercy to him...

But then he realised he forget his mobile and his wallet. What could he do without this at a bkk night. So he keep himself together and climb anxiously the fire escape stairs up. He rehearsed in his mind the defense moves he learned at his second muay thai class. Maurice remembered that the teacher had told him that he had talent. This made him a little more confident to continue. Back at his room, he peeked through the window. ?What is that!!? He couldn?t believe his eyes ?

there in the corner of the room was one of the ladyboys drinking his beloved Singha ,and wearing his bath robe. surely this was a dream.......

....Maurice slapped himself twice, just to be sure. No, this was no dream, and that lady boy was drinking his singha, HIS singha! Maurice reached for his 'Made in Australia' BBQ thongs and lept at the lady boy. A piercing scream echoed through the apartment as the tongs clamped down firmly on the ladyboy's.....

...Maurice sank himself down in couch, his head on hands try to sort thing out why his life is so tough, besides from special female friend become a ladyboy in just one night a part, she/he also stole his singha beer.. no.. no.. no..

and he thought to himself.....why should i be so sad? she only found the sigha beer!

she didn't know that at night he turned from mild mannered reporter, into his super fetish...SAMBUKA MAN !

He put on his Sambuka man costume, and flew out the window!

Where did he go?

.into the night with his trusty sidekick mekhong man .last seen on lower sukhumvit , the only tell tale sign was the cries of " hello hansun man , me lub you to muk".

what does the future hold for this bar fine fighting duo..............

Sambuka Man and Mehkong Man, better known as 'The Drunk Duo' were reknowned for being able to stop even the meanest criminals with their whiskey breath. To get in form they decided to head off to Inch Club for a few drinks at the TF party before their night of crime fighting. But on the way they were suddenly stopped by...

Former Interior Minister Purachai Piemsomboon and his Save Thai Culture Squad, a group of closet homosexual former Thai cops booted off the force for refusing to take bribes. They immediately administered urine tests for yaa baa and other illegal substances.

But when Sambuka Man and Mekhong unzipped their flies and whipped out their trusty insemination guns, the room erupted in a collective ...

GASP!

Former Minister Purachai strode forcefully toward the two denizens of distilled alcohol.

"Men, take these foul-smelling falangs into custody. This is the Inch Club. These two aren't even half an inch.''

A brief scuffle ensued, but the distilled duo were no match for ten men from the morals squad, dressedin vintage Village People leather cop outfits armed with trusty nightsticks.

Into the paddy wagon they went....

LMAO too much.................

Then Golf just shown up at his apartment again. It was too much though running in her head that should she knock the door and tell him something that she has hidden from him.

she was checking in herself that was she ready then... she knock the door and found Meurice with ten mans inside his room. Ya it's alot of party guys there.

She got surprise !!! but anyway show must go on.

She got deep breath and rip off her shirt off.

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the electric just had gone.

umm... when the story left off they were in the paddy wagon, not the apartment. you're supposed to pick it up where the last post left off.

Don't dampen her enthusiasm Loburt. lol ;op

To Loburt....

give you a big apologie . I sneaked my boss to type those things .

so It my fault .