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Mango Fortnightly – 16th May

Posted by Daywalker | Blog, Main, Reader Submissions, The Weekly | Posted on May 16th, 2012

Editorial

Second installment is upon us….  It’s been a pretty good few weeks at the Mango.  A group of guys from the US Military descended upon us.  We have a good relationship with all Forces who are always welcome.   Guys, thanks for stopping by and we look forward to seeing you again.

It’s the time of year when the bar is quiet.  Most of our loyal friends live outside Thailand. Some of the more fortunate of you visit several times a year.  Some of you can only visit every so often.  Either way, we appreciate your loyalty.       We are not in the business for the money. There isn’t any!  We don’t enforce any kind of drinks quotas on the service girls who then in turn hassle the customers.  There is no hard sell and no salary cuts.  These ingredients all add to the fun and friendly atmosphere at the bar. Read full post

A November to Remember Part Two – By Deptstar

Posted by Debt Star | Blog, Main, Reader Submissions | Posted on May 14th, 2012

Remember, remember
the 5th of November
the pretty bargirls and their twats.
But if you must feck her,
wrap up your old pecker
or else it turns green and it rots!

Guy F*cks Night!

Saturday, November 5th. Another night of fun, and again I awoke in my hotel with the sun screaming in through the window. “Today is the day,” I thought to myself, “the day of the big party. So much to do! I need to get showered, throw on some quality threads, start keep drinking heavily!” Read full post

Isan women drinking too much? Really?

Posted by Daywalker | Blog, Main, Reader Submissions | Posted on May 11th, 2012

Interesting article recently in the Bangkok Post

On the last day of my 1st visit to Thailand and the Big Mango Bar, I had a pile of notes that I didn’t want so thought I’d give a little challenge to a couple of Mango girls. I told them that I’d give them 100bht for each Tequila shot they could down in 2 mins and lined up 2 rows of 10. They drank the fuckin lot and didn’t even flinch. (yes I did check it was tequila) When I asked how the fuck she was o.k she simply replied ‘I am a professional’. Bless her. Read full post

The Bet – by Rain Man

Posted by RainMan | Blog, Main, Reader Submissions | Posted on May 10th, 2012

Before Davo and I enter Nana we shake hands on a large wager on who would end up with the most stunning TG at breakfast tomorrow. I head for Angel Witch and Davo heads for Big Dogs, funny prick.

After a few too many Jacks I spot this demure little 24 yr old that just had that classy look about her, apart from the black leather chrome studded collar and whip. What really won me over was the ‘out of the ordinary’ introduction line….’Hello, I’m Da, I like gagging’.

Back in my room it’s on. Da’s on her knee’s while I’m standing backed up against the wall, her head is just thrusting away taking it all down with every plunge and gagging with spit, have you ever seen a cow with a snotty dribbling nose and mouth sneeze, well you get the picture, unbelievable, she seemed to enjoy it more than me and I didn’t want it to end, but alas, before she drowned I emptied my yogurt tub and she never missed a beat.

One hour before breakfast we wake. Da grins at me and proceeds to spread her tiny ass cheeks with both hands and then puts her head back in the pillow. I’m ringing my marriage celebrant. Her ring gear is like one of those pink lifesaver lollies, awesome, and it doesn’t take long to rim that little sweet wet enough to plough for half an hour.

I get dressed, but all she’s got is her leather gear, she borrows my Billabong swimmers from the laundry pile and my ‘Duck my Sick’ T shirt, as we head for breakfast, I notice a huge skid mark on the back of the billabong shorts. I lost the bet….

A November to Remember – By Debt Star

Posted by Debt Star | Blog, Main, Reader Submissions | Posted on May 6th, 2012

Where to begin? After six months, the whole thing seems like it only took place yesterday. But the actual experience at the time was a blur, a kaleidoscope, of sights, sounds, and bittersweet sensations. And not just from the epic levels of imbibing. This trip was half triumph and half disaster. Half reward for making it through another crap job, and half punishment for being such a fool in how I did it. A beginning that felt like an epic win, and an ending that made me question my very sanity (but not for the first time). Read full post