likeki

Chaiyaphum center has 2 places for night life and I have always had a blast in both places. One is a live music place close to Big C named Duang Dang.....I am sure I butcherd the spelling.....and Oasis Disco in a hotel about 5 mins from the live music place. There are also several Thai Karaokes if you like. I have always been welcomed at all these places and as there are not to many, if any farangs at these venues you can certainly get alot of attention.

How about this one....as I write in the RCC at Narita waiting on my connection. As a 1K I picked one of my rewards as Triple Miles in July, thats on top of the 1K double bonus. So for this trip I get.......drumroll please!!!!!!!!! 77112 miles. Likeki

23 days, 22 hours, 30 min, 58....57....56...55 seconds!!!!!!!!

This really sucks for those of us that could easily meet the retirement criteria except for the age. 9 years is a very long time.

HAHA Soi 7. You the man. I am aspiring to grow up just like you. Really I am envious!!!!!!! Take Care Brother!!!!!!! Likeki

Soi 7.........following me from the other board I see!!!!!!!!! Your everywhere!!!!!!!! Rich

Gentlemangeoff A fine gesture to pay Mr. Toom, who I have praised in this thread. In fairness to you however check where Mr. Toom says he came from to pick you up and work out a mutually agreeable price. Mr. Toom does not live in Pattaya, he lives just outside BKK. So he most likely did not travel all the way from Pattaya to pick you up. Take Care, Likeki

I have used Mr. Toom alot on my last trip and have booked him for ride up to Thep Sathit in July. He was on time EVERY time I used him and was always easy to reach on his cell phone. I have exchanged e-mail with him on other issues relating to LOS as well and he has always responded. I would absolutly give Mr. Toom the benefit of the doubt on this one. Additionally he wants to meet with the man who missed his pick up. I am sure an understanding can be worked out as I believe Mr. Toom is a good man. Likeki

OK one sure fire way to tell......look at the hands. On a man the Ring finger is always longer than the index finger. On a "Real" woman the index finger is always longer or the same size as the ring finger........ A "Real" womans ring finger is never longer than her index finger But if your close enough to have to use this method you have already been had!!!!! Likeki

Mr. Toom delivers, I got out to the drivers almost 1.5 hours late due to flight delay and Thai losing my bags and he was still there and very plesent. Stopped on way because I wanted some water. First class guy. We did chat and he does get no shows sometimes......he is a small busines guy delivering very well on his word, I would encourage all who reserve him to hold up on your end of the bargain and show up or let him know you made other arrangements. After all when you get right down to it....all a man really ever has in the world is his WORD!!!!!!! Great job Mr. Toom, I will call later next week to reserve my return ride. Rich

This was submitted by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket Taser" for their anniversary. Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol &Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were suppose to be short-lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4" in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best..... I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS FUCKING DESTRUCTION!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" NOTE: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservitive. SON-OF-A-BITCH that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles. I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return. Let me know if you find them. Still in shock, Tommy