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Artists of the '60s > > > > > > Some of the artists of the '60s are revising their hits with new > > > lyrics to accommodate aging baby boomers. > > > > > > > > > Herman's Hermits Mrs. Brown, You've Got a Lovely Walker > > > > > > The Bee Gees How Can You Mend a Broken Hip > > > > > > Bobby Darin Splish, Splash, I Was Havin' a Flash > > > > > > Ringo Starr I Get By With a Little Help from Depends > > > > > > Roberta Flack The First Time Ever I Forgot Your Face > > > > > > Johnny Nash I Can't See Clearly Now > > > > > > Paul Simon Fifty Ways to Lose Your Liver > > > > > > Commodores Once, Twice, Three Times to the Bathroom > > > > > > Marvin Gaye I Heard it Through the GrapeNuts > > > > > > Procol Harem A Whiter Shade of Hair > > > > > > Leo Sayer You Make Me Feel Like Napping > > > > > > The Temptations Papa's Got a Kidney Stone > > > > > > Abba Denture Queen > > > > > > Tony Orlando Knock 3 Times on the Ceiling if you Hear Me fall > > > > > > Helen Reddy I am Woman, Hear me Snore > > > > > > Willie Nelson On the Throne Again > > > > > > Leslie Gore It's My Procedure and I'll Cry if I Want > > >

track him down......no matter how good they think they are there is always a paper trail. buy his way out.......orders from the higher power said no.

caveat emptor to the N'th degree.......11 million dollars.....fuck.....my imagination goes into overload at the thought of what you (lifestyle) could do with that in los.

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the day anyone asked me that question i would just have to laugh and walk away from them...........................

Begs we are all here for the temple tours...are you sure you havent forgot to take your meds? either that or check the use by date on the bottle, as you are surely on the wrong track.

a bit ott ...but for that "special stone"..have a look at this link...................... http://www.lifegem.com/

the only ones i notice are the ones i say sawadee krup to.......if i get a sawadee kaa in reply then the intrest level goes up 100%. needless to say this lil celibate monk/consciensous business owner/pillar of the community..saves it all up for los.................................. ........and the temple tours i diligently save for..............................

do you do it that way as a $ saver or is it more a conveniance ?

My condolences to her family and friends at FLB.

Open to Everyone Forum. (No bar or bargirl discussion here please) i would suggest the services of a private detective.

it was a first....if any others are to be organised you could ask dave at the sportsmans bar in soi13 or ask the guys at the gym.

no..not a snow balls chance in hades of that one.....by comparison you would call boggo a 5 star resort.

watching how thai society works within the walls of bang kwang and the atmosphere that went with being within those walls was just fucking awesome. if the guys at the gym ever manage to organise another one inside bang kwang and your in town....dont fucking miss it...there is no way that i have the words or the ability to portray in print what i felt as i walked the corridors to where the fights where. the powers that be had video cameras in all sorts of locations and every one was on film at all times...seeing prisoners on prisoners shoulders peering through bars just to catch a glimpse of what was happening. the prisoners who won....and i mean knock outs in the first round...leave the ring and pay respect to the head of the prison (read kiss shoes) the prison head giving "his boy" 20 b which was then given to the guard who was with him. back behind the bars and back into shackles. like i say ...just fucking awesome

Sitpholek muay thai and gym took 4 bus loads of us to bang kwang for muay thai fights......fuck me dead....it was a great day...some great fights...but hey am i ever glad the stamp on my arm didnt rub off and i was able to leave at the end of the day....tickets where available from the sportsmans bar.

mate....build a bridge and get over it.............

I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister not a problem me old china,look further afield and come to oz,im sure that any number of the oz contingent on this board could have you on the block and sold off in no time flat,i for one could have you hooked filletted and cooked within hours of showing your smiling face in this neck of the woods to ladies who would cat fight to the gladatorial climax over some one such as your self who is blatently a Caring Understanding Nice Type of a man who they would love to take home to meet mum..................

she was being taken to the beauty parlor .....the end result was superb.............

The Rules for Being Human 1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around. 2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a fulltime informal school called life. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid. 3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error, experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately "works." 4. A lesson is repeated until learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson. 5. Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive there are lessons to be learned. 6. "There" is no better than "here." When your "there" has become a "here" you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here." 7. Others are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. 8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours. 9. Your answers lie inside you. The answer to life's questions lie inside you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust. 10. This will often be forgotten, only to be remembered again.

looks lush..where is it?

your video card could be a bit dodgey?

i always wonder if i have a sign on my forehead.....every time i walk out of DM the taxi touts come up to me and say..."you go pattaya?"

nothing to do with pattaya but worth the read for the humor/humour.......... Poms face alcohol challenge Opinion by David Penberthy in London February 02, 2005 From: WITH Jason Donovan starring in the stage version of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in London's West End, you would think the English would have finally dropped the cheap gibes at our cultural heritage. Puzzlingly, this is not the case. The reputation we enjoy remains pretty much the same as when Barrington Bradman Bing Mackenzie landed at Heathrow in the 1970s and had his ice-cold tubes flogged from his Qantas bag by a Pommy bastard in customs. There is little point arguing with the English, or indeed anyone, about our reputation for being big drinkers - especially when you're as drunk as we often are. But the English are having their own messy little battle with drink, a political one, which has become one of the most hotly-debated topics in the UK. From next month, the Blair Government plans to deregulate drinking hours so pubs can choose their own closing time. At present, all pubs must close at 11pm, every night of the week - unless you go to an eardrum-piercing nightclub or a swish bar where the cover charge can run to more than $20 - and even then they often call last drinks the instant you buy your first. You really have to hit the ground running if you're going to do a proper number on yourself by 11pm. Which is precisely what happens. If the world's binge drinkers were put through a time-and-motion study, the English would win hands down. They have achieved world best practice at the art of getting blind drunk, fast. There's never any dithering on the way to the pub. In a shout, no one says I'll sit on this one. As 11pm nears, rounds of beer expand to include shots of tequila or vodka, drunk purely for their alcohol content. The dreaded words "time, please" trigger the type of scenes normally associated with Pamplona. And the last train home is a sight to behold, its stop-start motion turning the carriage floor into a Jackson Pollack canvas while a cross-eyed fellow next to you playfully inserts a kebab in your ear. One of the biggest chains of pubs (many of them are franchises) is the Slug and Lettuce, known evocatively as The Slut and Legless, for the young, binge-drinking crowd it attracts. It's the exact opposite of Australia where, apart from Good Friday and Christmas, and unless that pinot noir enthusiast Bob Carr gets his way, we live with the unspoken reassurance that, somewhere, alcohol can be readily had. Here there's a sense of genuine panic that you're going to miss out. In advocating deregulation, Tony Blair and his ministers have spoken of a desire to create a continental culture, pointing to mainland European nations where wine and aperitifs are accompaniments to tapas, impassioned group song and intellectual chat. A noble sentiment, but one which Britons are quick to rubbish. The most striking thing about the 11pm rule is that many people, especially the young, avoid going to restaurants because it eats into valuable drinking time. There is nothing like the Australian culture of starting the night at a pub and then going to a restaurant. Blair's logic is deregulation will end the bingeing by giving people flexibility and choice. His many critics say it will only get worse, and that the binge will extend into the small hours. The English are remarkably self-critical in their opposition to the reform. Newspapers, especially The Daily Mail which, with its coverage of drink, crime and immigration appears convinced that the world is about to end, have devoted page after page to photo spreads of women passed out, legs akimbo, on footpaths, drunken louts snotting each other, people chundering all over themselves, under banner headlines such as YOB BRITAIN. It is reported as if it's a cultural weakness, almost a genetic disorder, on the part of the English. Certainly, it's hard to imagine Harry the Bastard from the Millwall Supporters Club finishing another successful night of mayhem on the terraces by popping out for a chardonnay and some grissini sticks. Blair and, officially, the police, although the force seems divided on the question, insist that whatever initial bingeing happens next month will soon dissipate, as drinkers learn to live with the flexible new laws. His case hasn't been helped by revelations the Government sexed down a report by health bureaucrats predicting that alcohol-related hospital admissions, already costing the National Health Service $4.5 billion a year, could soar further. But it is impossible to see how the problem could get any worse. Public anxiety about the existing level of alcohol-related violence, injury and illness is already off the scale. If things did indeed get worse, the current coverage suggests Britain would be unlivable. It's a sobering thought for our legislators. While an argument can be made that drinking games and promotions should be banned from our pubs, it would be interesting if Australia, as some have argued, looked at re-regulating drinking hours. For, if the papers here are to be believed, the regulated Brits have a much more serious issue with grog-fuelled violence than the deregulated Aussies. Heaven forbid. We might become a nation of high-speed bingers, losing our reputation for drinking sensibly in eight different locations for 23 hours over the course of two days. http://www.news.com.au/story/0,10117,12123234-2,00.html

economics, i take it,wasnt your strongest attribute?

couple of wheels and an orange box or three and you have a cholera cart.....tasty tucker.....................