Showing posts with label pant full of bone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pant full of bone. Show all posts

Wednesday, 28 May 2008

Ping Pong Will Never Be the Same

The other night I attended my first "tiger show." Of all of the things unholy I have seen in my life...I would say everything that went down during the show ends up in the top 20. Here's a list of what this woman did with her hooha:

- pulled out a 15 foot long ribbon (obviously just warming up here)
- shoved a large block of ice in, slammed down on the ground and plopped some cubes out in a glass
- loaded darts in, inserted metal tube and proceeded to shoot and pop balloons 10 ft away
- blew out candles on a birthday cake
- smoked a cigarette
- poured water in and poured coca cola back out
- shot ping pong balls out across the stage

This show was more on the scientific side than the sexy. If there hadn't been horrible asian techno playing, a tacky stage complete with the hood of a mustang sticking out from behind the curtains, a plethora of ugly naked dancing girls, and lady boys pining for a verginer of their own, I would have sworn I was in a laboratory.

At the end of the night I could just barely count on one hand the amount of times my junk was grabbed by either a lady boy or a very old ugly Thai lady (2 and 2).

In the process of looking for a demonstration of the aforementioned ping pong show, I came across this awesome Thai ad.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRsZF3Y7x1w

Monday, 21 April 2008

The Voice Of An Angel

Ever since I left the States I have received compliments, usually accompanied by fright or giggling (depending on the sex of the person...although there was that effeminate Japanese guy who giggled a lot when I interviewed him) on my deep and soothing voice. Filipinas/os, Italian ladies, and most of all, Italian executives, comment on my "nice accent" and tuba-like voice.

I have finally been pushed to start my second career on the side. I have always played with the idea but tomorrow I will start what I believe will be a very fruitful career...or at least something I can fall back on if President of the world doesn't workout. Check me out on this site. Coming soon.

Next time a CEO or MD compliments my voice I am going to break into a nice rendition of this classic.