random pictures from Thailand

the one who hates busrides

the one with the 7 hours wait at the airport

the one with the motion sickness

the one who finally arrived at location

the one with the rented jeep

the one with the anti-drugs signage

the one with the poser

the one with the flower

the one with the weeds in buds

the one with the blackcurrant flavoured weed gummies

the one with the whites at the jungle party

the one chillin at the jungle party

the one with the Thai rempit

the one with the chubby Thai boy

the one with the ‘Samsong’ bucket

the one with the yummy pork-chop

the one with the hamburger burger

the one at the Full Moon Party

the one going into the water

the one with the Sleep Area

the one with Backyard afterparty

the one with the certified bitch

the one with the baby at the club

the one with the unbelievably narrow nose

Robot Boy

Mr. and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would would be a mom
which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
It wasn’t human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn’t warm and cuddly
and he didn’t have skin.
Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
not living or dead.

The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.

Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,
“What have you done to my boy?
He’s not flesh and blood,
he’s aluminum alloy!”

The doctor said gently,
“What I’m going to say
will sound pretty wild.
But you’re not the father
of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child’s gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender.”

The Smith’s lives were now filled with misery and strife.
Mrs. Smith hated her husband, and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter with a kitchen appliance.

the one with the cat & the tv

Crissy came and sat on the coffee table one evening, completely blocked-out my view of the tv.

Me: Crissy! Move! You’re not transparent!

Yuhei: You wanna watch tv, Crissy? Which channel? Animal Planet?

Me: ………..

cheezy, cheezy, cheezy pick-up line

Guy: I reckon your Dad must be a terrorist.

Girl: Wtf! NO! Why?!!!

Guy: Coz you’re such a bomb, baby…