I fink I know to whom you refer - time for another worthless youtube link

Can't you find somefink else to do blever or I'll run off and report you to my favourite modewwator the a_hole rimmer Wimmer.

On a lighter, heavier note; Bangkok traffic.
My son's school have asked if I can afford to let him board.
It is a prestigious school and demands very high standards.They know my son tries hard at school, is very able. The problem is homework. They set a lot of it. I can not help, can not read Thai. Wife can not read anything.
The assumption ( assumption is not the school) is that the parents will help with the homework. Quite right too.
Since I banned myself from driving, the school have noticed a problem. Good observation.
To get to school on time, Bangkok traffic, he leaves here before seven. Motorcycle , hired by me and crash helmet.When I drove him to school, six thirty was the latest we could leave and then a ten minute journey could take up to an hour.
The morning problem solved, motor cycle. Yes bloody dangerous.
The coming home is the problem. He finishes at five, has after school lessons. Then plays with his friends (girl friends) and traffic again. If he takes the bus home, which he does, two changes in the rush hour, he gets here at seven.
Too tired to do the homework unaided.
It does not get done.
School know, as I do, that shouting, discipline Thai style does not work for him. Surprise, he is my son.
They suggest he boards.
I agree.
Ridiculous, the school ten minutes away with no traffic.
I think it is best, reluctantly.

Like, write some flash fiction? Okay -

Royal Sergeant Major "FW," May was a busy man. Only he stood between Germany and certain defeat for Britain. Time and again Spitfires would land with shredded tyres, and he was the man that rushed out with the jack and had the wheel changed in an instant. The other men would often say -

"He's a real jack-off," as he struggled with yet another stiff wheel nut.

"Another stiffy, FW?" Some would ask.........."or is it a Boner this time?" And the boys would laugh. FW was pleased his crew were happy at their work. It showed that he was a true leader of men, a genuine Royal Sergeant Major.

He knew when to stand aside when jobs got complicated.

"Where the fork is FW, is he hiding in the bogs again?" the men would ask. Everyone knew it was part of a Royal Sergeant Majors duty to ensure the lavatories were clean - even in emergency situations.

And so it happened. The war ended, and Royal Sergeant Major FW May found himself looking after a drunk woman at the celebrations.

"Ooooh, you're a Royal Sergeant Major, I've not forked one of you before. I've had privates, corporal, a few sergeants, some at the same time, and even a Regimental Sergeant Major, never a Royal Sergeant Makor. Bang me, big boy, rip off me tights, and bang me. Oh, I fink your cock looks deformed, is that all you have?"

Royal Sergeant Major FW May would never miss a commemoration event after the war. He liked the way the men dropped their heads and whispered out of respect when they saw him.

"Here comes that forkwit again, and look at the state of his boy. No wonder the mother is never out of the pub, I'd leave him sitting on the pavement too."

"And with luck someone would steal him, he has the look of a real draft dodger about him,"

"An accidental Boner?" and they all laughed.

Royal Sergeant Major Fork Wit May grinned to himself. The camaraderie of the old crew was still there, and it was all thanks to him.

Oh oh, I've done it again, forgotten what the topic of the thread is

Its a buhi thread....so whatever you feel like....its buhi's creative writing class.