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35 pages and no one posted any sexy man picture. What kind of world we do live in?

All right then..

***Disgusting bloke pic***

***Disgusting bloke pic***

you're welcome :D

I'm sure there must be a rule somewhere against posting pics of scantily-clad blokes.

Man, that's just nasty sh*t.

Okay PiAnt.. I'll never sin again!!!

a%20gentleman.jpg

Feeling better now?

in a word, no...

can we just ban pictures of men entirely?

moderator? help?

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35 pages and no one posted any sexy man picture. What kind of world we do live in?

All right then..

***Disgusting bloke pic***

***Disgusting bloke pic***

you're welcome :D

I'm sure there must be a rule somewhere against posting pics of scantily-clad blokes.

Man, that's just nasty sh*t.

Okay PiAnt.. I'll never sin again!!!

a%20gentleman.jpg

Feeling better now?

in a word, no...

can we just ban pictures of men entirely?

moderator? help?

I'm not convinced that it's actually a bloke.

(At least not from the waist down.)

then you REALLY should do something about it. meanwhile i'm just gonna go clean up all this lovely new vomit i just made.

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Seems things have been allowed to get a bit sloppy around here lately. There was some sort of psychotic order about this thread before, in it's own desperate way, as it groaned forward into cyber cosmos.

Anyway, vomits withstanding, at least it is still forward bound.

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... There was some sort of psychotic order about this thread before, in it's own desperate way, as it groaned forward into cyber cosmos.

i must have missed that part of the thread. repost it, please.

Well... you could start by wading through ILST's 3 or 4 pages of his gallant (or was it desperate?) attempt at being a 'man of letters'. There was definately in the realm of psychotic.... or at least obsessive.

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... There was some sort of psychotic order about this thread before, in it's own desperate way, as it groaned forward into cyber cosmos.

i must have missed that part of the thread. repost it, please.

Well... you could start by wading through ILST's 3 or 4 pages of his gallant (or was it desperate?) attempt at being a 'man of letters'. There was definately in the realm of psychotic.... or at least obsessive.

you say that as if anyone would go back and wade through all that crap to find it.

no, only a repost will do.

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... There was some sort of psychotic order about this thread before, in it's own desperate way, as it groaned forward into cyber cosmos.

i must have missed that part of the thread. repost it, please.

Well... you could start by wading through ILST's 3 or 4 pages of his gallant (or was it desperate?) attempt at being a 'man of letters'. There was definately in the realm of psychotic.... or at least obsessive.

you say that as if anyone would go back and wade through all that crap to find it.

no, only a repost will do.

Ok. Only coz I know youre just trying get me to do the work to make this forum longer.... i know your tricks wise guy

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ok ok.... great guys... and now the story unfolds...

As he sat on the end of the bed, buttoning his shirt, he knew she was going to talk about money, but he didn't know what it was in the bag she had left on the bedside table...

He worried about the knife incident a few weeks before. And what about those helium balloons he saw in the wardrobe....

And that business card he found on the bureau from the chief surgeon at Siriraj Hospital's Penis Reattachment Surgery Center

Visions of his manhood floating away ran through his mind. He opened his wallet and asked...

whats next?

...as he watched the moths fly out... "How sick is the water buffalo?"

Noi wiped a single tear from her left eye and said "Oiy, Charlie, he is so sick. Dr. Thitiporn called me today and said he is close to death unless he gets more money.

Charlie could see the writing on the wall. "Just how much money does he need?"

A small smile crossed Noi's lips as she knew that she had him now.

Dr. Thitiporn says for hospital bed... 1000 Baht each day. IVs each day... 1000 Baht. EKG and CAT Scans... 5000 Baht."

Charlie, rubbing his new shiner, asked Noi "How much for a new buffalo? 4000 Baht? Just let the biatch die and I will buy a new one."

BAM, a right cross came out of nowhere and crunched Charlie's jaw, laying him out on the floor.

"But we love Tik. She is like family. How can you say that?"

Charlie, laying on his stomach and trying to chase the stars from his head, realized he had the presence of mind to maintain his grip on his stuffed wallet. He reached in and, unseen by Noi, removed all but 100 Baht from the wallet, secreting the 50,000 Baht beneath his gaudy Hawaiian shirt.

He rolled over onto his back and deftly flipped the wallet through the open door and over the balcony railing.

Like a Golden Retriever after a downed duck Noi swept across the room and leapt over the railing, landing cat like on the Soi Sansabai,10 feet below.

Charlie made for the door.

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ok ok.... great guys... and now the story unfolds...

As he sat on the end of the bed, buttoning his shirt, he knew she was going to talk about money, but he didn't know what it was in the bag she had left on the bedside table...

He worried about the knife incident a few weeks before. And what about those helium balloons he saw in the wardrobe....

And that business card he found on the bureau from the chief surgeon at Siriraj Hospital's Penis Reattachment Surgery Center

Visions of his manhood floating away ran through his mind. He opened his wallet and asked...

whats next?

...as he watched the moths fly out... "How sick is the water buffalo?"

Noi wiped a single tear from her left eye and said "Oiy, Charlie, he is so sick. Dr. Thitiporn called me today and said he is close to death unless he gets more money.

Charlie could see the writing on the wall. "Just how much money does he need?"

A small smile crossed Noi's lips as she knew that she had him now.

Dr. Thitiporn says for hospital bed... 1000 Baht each day. IVs each day... 1000 Baht. EKG and CAT Scans... 5000 Baht."

Charlie, rubbing his new shiner, asked Noi "How much for a new buffalo? 4000 Baht? Just let the biatch die and I will buy a new one."

BAM, a right cross came out of nowhere and crunched Charlie's jaw, laying him out on the floor.

"But we love Tik. She is like family. How can you say that?"

Charlie, laying on his stomach and trying to chase the stars from his head, realized he had the presence of mind to maintain his grip on his stuffed wallet. He reached in and, unseen by Noi, removed all but 100 Baht from the wallet, secreting the 50,000 Baht beneath his gaudy Hawaiian shirt.

He rolled over onto his back and deftly flipped the wallet through the open door and over the balcony railing.

Like a Golden Retriever after a downed duck Noi swept across the room and leapt over the railing, landing cat like on the Soi Sansabai,10 feet below.

Charlie made for the door.

destined to go into the language.

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actually, I was having a chuckle when ILST was furiously writing all that stuff. Being an ex-cop, he wrote most of it sounding rather like he was giving a court report. :lol:

can be an effective style for that kind of story. although a more florid, descriptive style (think Proust) would make the thread a lot longer. as would a laborious, tedious essay-like style (think Tolstoy). hard-boiled doesn't pad one's page count well, does it.

speaking of which.

must

remember

more

paragraph

breaks.

what page we on now?

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actually, I was having a chuckle when ILST was furiously writing all that stuff. Being an ex-cop, he wrote most of it sounding rather like he was giving a court report. :lol:

can be an effective style for that kind of story. although a more florid, descriptive style (think Proust) would make the thread a lot longer. as would a laborious, tedious essay-like style (think Tolstoy). hard-boiled doesn't pad one's page count well, does it.

speaking of which.

must

remember

more

paragraph

breaks.

what page we on now?

soi 37-38 :shock:

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actually, I was having a chuckle when ILST was furiously writing all that stuff. Being an ex-cop, he wrote most of it sounding rather like he was giving a court report. :lol:

can be an effective style for that kind of story. although a more florid, descriptive style (think Proust) would make the thread a lot longer. as would a laborious, tedious essay-like style (think Tolstoy). hard-boiled doesn't pad one's page count well, does it.

speaking of which.

must

remember

more

paragraph

breaks.

what page we on now?

soi 37-38 :shock:

and every reply makes it that much longer...

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LETTER.

RandY

YearninG.

Had a hunch you'd go for YUMMY there.

Might I assume the word has to bear some tenuous relationship to the previous?'

GrinD

Please, assume anything you like.

DildO.

I always do.

OdorouS

ok ok,

SmellY.

An all too obvious attempt at fishing for a YUMMY, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you.

YaK

KleptomaniA.

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