What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. In his post this week, Stickman had some good things to say
Greetings fellow BK Bukowskis and Bathshebas. My name’s Seven and this is my blog. Today (at time of posting) is Ozzie Osbourne’s birthday. It’s also
Hey there fellow mongers, how’s your redlighting these days? Tired of the frigging asshole tourists yet? Well settle in, because it’s only going to get
What’s up reader, my name’s Seven and this is my blog. As we face down the onset of another global war and the leaders of
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the donkey they rode in on, reader, how many more cunting tourists can fit in this town before it pops like
Happy high season, reader. We locals are officially fucked until after Songkran. For the next 6 months, Thailand will be infested with shitty tourists acting
Happy Sunday, reader. That is, if you’re reading this at time of posting. It’s one of those Buddhist dry days, so hopefully you thought ahead
Greetings, reader. How’s it hangin’? I hope for your sake that you’ve escaped the West and are living free and wild in some other place.
‘Sup reader, how’s your slow slide into high season going? Are you getting your mongering nights in before the tsunami of humanity that is all
What’s up reader, how’s your late-year rainy season going? Are you staying dry? If you’re a punter/monger, then I bet the answer is ‘no.’ In