Not Pattaya Scams. Funny true stories

Anyone for a hash run?

A few years ago, there were three foreigners who got involved in running a bar and guest house, together in Pattaya.

The point of interest for us was that one of these guys was keen on the old wacky baccy, hash, dope, mother nature's finest, call it what you like.
In itself that wasn’t remarkable either.
Until they had a party.

The offending partner decided to bake some hash cakes.
So far so good.

The day of the party, the guilty partner was busy baking the cakes. The wrong sort of cakes.
Now, this is where the whole plan came crashing down around everyone’s ears.
He unfortunately omitted to tell anyone what he was doing.

So the party started. Everyone was enjoying to the party and the food was good (the rest of it anyway).

The problem arose was when partner A went into the kitchen to hand around some more snacks.
Remember, partner B had never got around to telling partner A what he had done.
And partner B was otherwise occupied talking to customers.

So yes, of course, the hash cakes came out and were innocently handed around.

The two incidents I heard about were these:

A local policeman came along to the party with his girlfriend. They enjoyed the food. The girlfriend had one of the hash cakes. Mmm, they were pretty yummy.
Within an hour they had to leave, on the boyfriend’s motor bike with his girlfriend on the back.
They had only driven 500 meters when the girlfriend gave up, fell off the back of the bike and collapsed in a heap laughing and laughing and laughing on the ground at the side of the road.

She wasn’t injured, just out of it. Fortunately neither of them was any the wiser. Well, no one's going to volunteer a mistake like that to the local cops, are they?

A few hours later, there were still customers in the bar.
Including an English couple on holiday.
The wife thought those cakes looked very nice. She had one. Lovely.

The customers who were left were sitting around the bar.
Again, within about an hour, the wife’s head began to spin. She felt drunk, but she was having such a good time!

She realised she needed to use the toilet. Only her legs wouldn’t work and she really couldn’t be bothered to get up anyway.
So, she sat at the bar with her husband and pissed herself.
She just let it all go.

Then she felt guilty and began to cry. Why was the world against her? What was wrong with everyone tonight? Why couldn’t she make sense of what everyone was talking about? They should talk properly and not mumble.

Life really is fun in Pattaya, eh?