Turncoat stated: source post
WW3 stated: source post
Fuck off worthless cunt. He's mine.
Alena has a bit more history with me than you do.
You don't know that. Berk could be my puppet. : P
Turncoat stated: source post
If that were true, his account would show up in my login history.
Puppets aren't as fun as they used to be...
Yes!
Crow and I while in Pattaya decided to hit some Strip Clubs at one point towards the end of our visit there. Inside of Paradise A Gogo were a bunch of bored tired dancers with their tops off waiting for their shift to end, entertaining a single Russian guy and two random half-asleep people. On the other side however there were three dancers who were rather happy that their shift was almost over, being their own audience at an adjacent mirror. She and I scooted closer to them while enjoying some drinks, and they eventually noticed us there and we all had a good laugh.
When their shift ended, they approached us, asked us our names, where we're from, etc. The lead one with blonde hair and green highlights invited us out to party, and in a tipsy state of "Wait, did a stripper just invite us out to party?" shock we went with it. Walking through the streets and taking an open air taxi, we saw that pretty much everyone knew her, gathering around to follow us. She'd punch people pretty hard as her way of making them know her presence, and her friend kept warning us up and down that "She crazy, she left me behind many times, she crazy".
I knew it was going to be a fun night when a muscular bro who called me "Mr. Chicago" began getting on her case about how she sent his friends to the hospital. Every step of the way seemed like a series of warning signs, but that made the potential of the night that much more exciting. Once we got there we were given shot after shot on her tab. What few times we tried to pay for some, she'd give us a large frown and turn the people away. Numerous photos were taken as we got super sloshed on many different alcohols, cheering to blatantly terrible music paced to bright flashing lights while dancing around with our new "friends" (as they repeatedly emphasized that we were). Super nice people, after a fairly chill crazy night we were driven back on motorcycles back to our somewhat seedy hostel.
It was amazing to watch this person's existence. She was like a social whirlwind brimming with near-endless energy with strong undertones of violence and chaos. We had agreed to do another night like that the following day, but she seemed to have forgotten as we saw her ride out of work early clad in a leather jacket surrounded by looks of recognition from all around her.