BangkokB
07-06-2011, 07:30 PM
My posts are usually backdated sometimes a year.
My best friend took me, his girlfriend, and another associate of mine out to eat sometime back to celebrate his beating a shitload of court cases that had been ongoing for around 10 years, the biggest involving murder. That was on a Friday. Court was the following Tuesday. I called Tuesday and No answer
He ended up in the hooskah for 2 years in a Thai Prison for fraud. Funny thing is that what he was doing 10 years ago the Thai's weren't but about 5 years ago they picked up where he left off and are doing the exact same thing. Financial shenanigans I won't bore you with. But he was mostly out of the game and had just opened a Gym...Now that's quite a scam once you get your bearings in and established but that's neither here nor there.
Anyway, he made the grave mistake of giving his harem of girlfriends his real phone number. His older brother told me years ago that the cardinal rule was never to give some strange your real number...or real name for that matter. I'm sure he passed that on to him because he doesn't say much but when he speaks it carries weight.
So anyway, he had paid for some ladies Airfare to Phuket for a weekend retreat and once he was in jail his wife started digging through financials and saw that. So she called, unbeknownst to her, his other girlfriend to cry on her shoulder and the girlfriend started crying too. His wife's a smart one though and then started believing So then I get dragged in the mix. I'm a terrible liar. She told me the scenario, and I'm loyal to a fault, and flat out said convincingly that I didn't believe it. I didn't believe it. And that once he was out, he'd be able to explain everything proper(Because he's one helluva liar that could sell bubblegum to a lockjaw ward) I didn't lie when I said that she was a basketcase given all that she had been through in such a short period of time that more likely than not her mind was playing tricks on her and she needed sleep because she was running on empty.
I guess the moral to the story is don't give every piece of trim your real name and number, much less buy them a ticket to Sexville. But lets face it that's not a moral...Just a story
One gun, Two gun, Three gun, Four: You're Mine~ It's all about Crime
My best friend took me, his girlfriend, and another associate of mine out to eat sometime back to celebrate his beating a shitload of court cases that had been ongoing for around 10 years, the biggest involving murder. That was on a Friday. Court was the following Tuesday. I called Tuesday and No answer
He ended up in the hooskah for 2 years in a Thai Prison for fraud. Funny thing is that what he was doing 10 years ago the Thai's weren't but about 5 years ago they picked up where he left off and are doing the exact same thing. Financial shenanigans I won't bore you with. But he was mostly out of the game and had just opened a Gym...Now that's quite a scam once you get your bearings in and established but that's neither here nor there.
Anyway, he made the grave mistake of giving his harem of girlfriends his real phone number. His older brother told me years ago that the cardinal rule was never to give some strange your real number...or real name for that matter. I'm sure he passed that on to him because he doesn't say much but when he speaks it carries weight.
So anyway, he had paid for some ladies Airfare to Phuket for a weekend retreat and once he was in jail his wife started digging through financials and saw that. So she called, unbeknownst to her, his other girlfriend to cry on her shoulder and the girlfriend started crying too. His wife's a smart one though and then started believing So then I get dragged in the mix. I'm a terrible liar. She told me the scenario, and I'm loyal to a fault, and flat out said convincingly that I didn't believe it. I didn't believe it. And that once he was out, he'd be able to explain everything proper(Because he's one helluva liar that could sell bubblegum to a lockjaw ward) I didn't lie when I said that she was a basketcase given all that she had been through in such a short period of time that more likely than not her mind was playing tricks on her and she needed sleep because she was running on empty.
I guess the moral to the story is don't give every piece of trim your real name and number, much less buy them a ticket to Sexville. But lets face it that's not a moral...Just a story
One gun, Two gun, Three gun, Four: You're Mine~ It's all about Crime