I Stink!!!

[Kerbin]

Well, finally I emerge from my 5 day, eye welling, thumb-sucking, sad, fetal position, back home in Australia. My mind vaguely begins to remember what the fark happened to me during the last two weeks at Patong Beach. After close to a year haunting this forum, seeking all the “right” information, I took the advice from most, and visited the MTB not one night, but plenty. By the end of my trip Nicke and his gorgeous co-horts were looking at me as their “superannuation fund”. 5555
All I can say is that if you visit Patong, and you do not visit MTB you really need a serious good look at yourself...... although there is one word of warning. The bell ringing thing. (that’s 4 words) I was happy to participate in the “shots” generously shouted by Nicke as any social character like myself would, BUT there is a trap. A devious trap conjured up by a an evil evil Canadian mind. Home brew Zambucca! Now this stuff would kill a brown dog. After however many nights I had schnapping this aniseed smelling clear tonic of death, I said, no more. I recall sitting on the beach one afternoon, following an MTB session and all I can smell is freakin aniseed, and it’s coming from me! Not good considering most of my mates call me “lavender arse”. The smell had infested my +100kg body, which made me start to think that there was an alterative motive. Somewhere lurking on this island of paradise is a brewer of dubious character, plotting to slowly poison unsuspecting victims of Nicke’s generosity. There is another two varieties of this wicked brewers cache, one is called fishermans friend (lucky I don’t fish), and something that looks a murky brown color, akin to swamp water from the bowels of the amazon. All I suggest is that if you participate in any of these “shots” limit yourself to no more than 25-30 per night. After that there is no point counting.
What a great place and I thank you all at MTB!

[dennisinkamala]

Originally Posted by Kerbin

Well, finally I emerge from my 5 day, eye welling, thumb-sucking, sad, fetal position, back home in Australia. My mind vaguely begins to remember what the fark happened to me during the last two weeks at Patong Beach. After close to a year haunting this forum, seeking all the “right” information, I took the advice from most, and visited the MTB not one night, but plenty. By the end of my trip Nicke and his gorgeous co-horts were looking at me as their “superannuation fund”. 5555
All I can say is that if you visit Patong, and you do not visit MTB you really need a serious good look at yourself...... although there is one word of warning. The bell ringing thing. (that’s 4 words) I was happy to participate in the “shots” generously shouted by Nicke as any social character like myself would, BUT there is a trap. A devious trap conjured up by a an evil evil Canadian mind. Home brew Zambucca! Now this stuff would kill a brown dog. After however many nights I had schnapping this aniseed smelling clear tonic of death, I said, no more. I recall sitting on the beach one afternoon, following an MTB session and all I can smell is freakin aniseed, and it’s coming from me! Not good considering most of my mates call me “lavender arse”. The smell had infested my +100kg body, which made me start to think that there was an alterative motive. Somewhere lurking on this island of paradise is a brewer of dubious character, plotting to slowly poison unsuspecting victims of Nicke’s generosity. There is another two varieties of this wicked brewers cache, one is called fishermans friend (lucky I don’t fish), and something that looks a murky brown color, akin to swamp water from the bowels of the amazon. All I suggest is that if you participate in any of these “shots” limit yourself to no more than 25-30 per night. After that there is no point counting.
What a great place and I thank you all at MTB!

Been there.. done that.. and found a definite cure.

Nicke and I worked out that if we had a few tequila shots in between the beer and black stuff that will stop us stinking the next day.

Still ratarsed, but no smell.

That bells a ***** isnt it??

[Kerbin]

Originally Posted by dennisinspain

That bells a ***** isnt it??

Dennis it is a real Marther Farker, I am so fragile I am currently organizing my flight dates for songkran (if that's how you spell it)

It's all good!

[keith67]

Only way i find to not stink or have a bad head is not to drink the black sh1t the others arn't too bad.........55555555....

[dennisinkamala]

Originally Posted by wanttogobacknow

Only way i find to not stink or have a bad head is not to drink the black sh1t the others arn't too bad.........55555555....

Nicke makes me do it

[K2]

Oh the joys of Black Death

[Kerbin]

Gentlemen please, this stuff is a clear as Gin.
From my poor memory, I am sure Nicke called it Zambucca, I would call it Ouzoesq.

[Crunch]

Originally Posted by Kerbin

Gentlemen please, this stuff is a clear as Gin.
From my poor memory, I am sure Nicke called it Zambucca, I would call it Ouzoesq.

black death and fisherman's friend is nice, that clear stuff makes me wretch, awful stuff.

[dennisinkamala]

Originally Posted by Crunch

black death and fisherman's friend is nice, that clear stuff makes me wretch, awful stuff.

True, the Whamfooker, as I call it, is nasty. Bad Nicke 555555