Okay yes, I did go to a ping pong show in Thailand. My pal Matt from Xpat felt bad that he was deserting me in Rayong during my birthday, so he suggested we go out for a night on the town in Pattaya the week prior.I replied, “Only if we go see a ping pong show.” I couldn’t believe I actually uttered the words out loud.Most of the audience seemed to be enjoying the show about as much as the Thai girls performing did.There were more stony faces than Easter Island in the room that night.Plus being in Thailand and being surrounded by peculiar attractions, isn’t the next obvious step to go check one out? I never had the gumption to go by myself, now here was Matt, practically offering to be my guide through the seedy world of Pattaya’s nightlife. If that’s not your cup of tea, then how about some harmless salt and pepper shakers, or perhaps some cute little gophers instead.First off, you must understand, everything I know about vaginas I learned from Orange is the New Black. I didn’t even know ping pong balls out the muff was possible until I saw The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert all those years ago. All manner of articles can be inserted, retained, and ejected from the vaginal cavity. I’ve read that goldfish, frogs, and even gerbils have made their way onto the stage and into…well, you know where.
To restore access and understand how to better interact with our site to avoid this in the future, please have your system administrator contact [email protected] no one seemed to get turned on by the show, not in the least.I think horror with a dash of disgust were the popular emotions that night.” In any case, I shall try to recount as much as possible about the activities that eve. That was my first thought, but no, this is where a Thai girl puts pussy to parchment.A gal wielding a Sharpie makes her way to the stage, and a slightly older lady (I’ll call her Pageant Mom), asks for someone’s name from the audience. ” (or Ringo, or something like that), and the entertainer (“ping pong girl” just seems so degrading at this point) places the marker firmly in her wazoo, and deftly begins to scribble on a blank sheet of paper, concentrating as if she were signing some important document, like the Magna Carta, or her parole release papers. And another thing I’d like to know — do all women possess this capacity? I’ve yet to see this particular skill advertised elsewhere.