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what was i thinking?!

i realized my mistake of inviting the goons to thailand when i first met them. the bickering olympics commenced with gusto immediately at bangkok international airport. so far, harish and chunky sack are the gold medal contenders, particularly during our daily games of boggle. despite our objections to the chunky sack's innumerable use of the word, "cocktastic" (fabricated words are not allowed in boggle), the sack launched a vigorous debate against harish who acted as our representative. insults, hair pulling, or what can be termed a good ol' fashioned girl fight, ensued.

after a pair of nights in bangkok to overcome jetlag, we proceeded to head south to paradise:

we enjoyed koh lipeh's multi-colored azure waters, sand the consistency of baking powder and cheap beach-side accomodations for 5 days of swordfights and name calling. sure, there was a lot to do on the island but we mostly sat around... correction, we mostly ate massive quantities of unnecessary food and sat around during those 5 days of unbearable heat. we managed to only gain a collective 43 pounds, half of which ended up on harish:

in spite of being in paradise, we still managed to compromise as much of the natural serenity as humanly possible. when you have ass-clowns such as my california companions, it's not a matter of "if" but rather, a matter of "when." on one particular day, the three unshaven scum, proceeded to bound around on each other to the disgust of the local thai inhabitants and vacationers alike:

the syrian nightmare had fallen ill with an unknown disease and spent most of his time on the toilet, not producing diarrhea necessarily, but instead scrutinizing in painful detail, his bloody stool with his primative stone tools.

sure, i'm ashamed to be with these typical american package tourists. their loud mouths continuously bother our mostly european (tree-hugging) neighbors, perpetuating a stereotype the majority of backpacking americans do not deserve (e.g. the jerk). but when each day ends like this:

it's difficult to avoid reseting your tolerance levels for another long day of complaints and insults.

so far, harish leads the pack on the odds of becoming a filthy sex tourist as he hasn't touched a girl since the Nehru administration. there's an off chance the prostitute may even be female.

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