The more he thought about it, the more enticing it got, heading out to Thailand.
He could live like a rock star there. He could run the streets like a wild animal, with his dick out, just fucking everything in sight. Maybe he’d never come back.
Cancel Culture | Kim Cancer He read into it, went online, studied immigrating to Thailand. He’d thought maybe he’d open a bar there, on a sun-drenched island, living out his days, lying on a hammock, in the ocean breezes, sipping beers, banging a far younger, bronze-skinned beauty, a girl with a sharply curved, far sexier figure than his wife could ever imagine having, even with all her Botox, yoga, and breast implants!
It was settled. He would do it. He would quit his job. He would end his lease on his divorced guy apartment. With those annoying neighbors and their stupid fucking crying baby. Fuck them. Fuck his wife. Fuck everyone! He was going to Thailand!
Bangkok’s neon lights were calling his name! He was going to party in Bangkok, BITCH!