Step aside, Tiger Woods. 2009 was the year that Egghead truly came off the rails.It apparently began with his demotion from the most powerful man in English-language education in the Deep South to just another lowly teacher. "You could see the defeat in his eyes," said one well-known bar owner, speaking on condition of anonymity. "What else did he have left but cheap liquor and cheaper women?"
A number of notorious nightspots on Songkhla's seedy Srisuda Rd. were happy to provide both commodities. Bingeing at establishments with names like "Potato Bar" and "Bonnie Bar", the errant Egg was seen in the company of a variety of women, including both ex-students (top photo) and wives (lower photo).
Meanwhile on the home front, he progressed from a pussy obsession to kinkier realms. "He said the goat was to trim his lawn," said a new hasher, speaking on condition that we do not refer to him as Bruce. "But everyone knows goats don't eat grass." Evidently inspired by the pre-revolution nightclubs of Havana, goat shows were performed for rowdy audiences and visitors were offered short-time rooms.
"He looks like such an English gentleman," said one ex-student, speaking on condition that this reporter pay her barfine. "But inside, well, let's just say he's the kind of beast every woman secretly dreams of."
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