Attention all spammers!
Mr Carrot is now approving all generic, vaguely literate comments which are clearly just vague spammy kinds of things masquerading as compliments. Keep ‘em coming fellas!
Hell, maybe I’ll even reply to a few. At least those bots took the time to write to poor, lonely Cranky. Sure it was only an automated, fragment of a nanosecond, but that’s more than the rest of you goddamned loafers.
I like how he “actually enjoyed reading it.” High praise indeed
Exactly how much time do you spend trawling the net for Ladyboy info?
There sure is …pervert
This was a comment that, I would just like to say, is a most definitely commenting about something truly comment-worthy. May I suggest you make another comment some time, commenting on the comment-worthy nature of commentary?
I think Cheap Thailand Hotels have hired the same social media people as Pattaya Boat and Ferry Service
If cats got hangovers, they’d probably look like this
Me Tarzan, you Jane… Wait, I think you Tarzan also
So you’re supposed to wear all white clothing during the vegetarian festival, like the good people in the picture above. Unfortunately the only white t-shirt in my cupboard looked like this…
The Meat Man Shirt
…which obviously might not be considered the most appropriate attire during a festival dedicated to purity through vegetarianism. At the very least it would just be confusing, so I forked out three bucks and bought a white singlet instead.
Wearing white seems like a bad idea when you’re going to be ramming sharpened spears and such through your face. Hell, I avoid wearing it when I’m about to chow down on spaghetti bolognese — you just know it’s going to get messy.
The over-sized novelty chopsticks were quickly recalled from the market
“Wanna taste my Mother?” – Wow, that sounds like all kinds of wrong.
Would have posted more about that wacky Vegetarian Festival and all things travel, but I’ve been busy moving country. Again. Anyway, I might try and post a new pic every day or so just to get through the backlog. Blogging is way high on my list of priorities right now. Right after trimming my nose hairs and washing the garbage.
Meanwhile, here’s a picture of a man taking his impression of a human vacuum cleaner just a little bit too far:
Just in case there were any doubting Thomas’s out there, allow this Carrot to assure you the Vegetarian Festival body mutilations are not fake.
These aren’t a bunch of yo yo’s running around with plastic joke arrows through their heads (ala the crude sketch below)
Not Happening: This
The fact of the matter is I took these pictures with my very own busted-ass iPhone 3GS and my Photoshop skills are, at best, sub-crud. It’s all real — and apparently, as long as you follow the 10 principles of the Vegetarian Festival, you can perform these otherwise painful feats without any ill-effects. Just like the 10 Commandments, only with more metal junk and stuff through the face.
So that’s where my bed posts got to