What a fancy taiwan!

Have YOU ever had a FANCY EXPERIENCE? Well, have you?

I say we club together and offer a special prize to whoever can get the most ridiculously innuendo-laden work published. Some starter topics:

[i]Huge, Knobbly And Hard To Get Up - My Fun Run In Taipei 101

A Rendezvous At 228 Peace Park - I Never Met Such A Friendly Bunch Of Gentlemen

Some Fancy Aboriginal Boys Show Me Their Bananas - I Feel A Deep Love For Taiwan

I Meet Some New Army Recruits With Heavy Machinery - I Help To Relieve Them

Such A Fancy Time![/i]

That is hilarious! “WRITE THE FANCY”

Thanks for the laughs :slight_smile:

OMFG. Finally some of our tax money gets spent on something useful. Our entertainment. :roflmao:

If I didn’t know for a fact that it’s not possible to register a .gov.tw domain privately, I’d have thought it was a send up.

Or, maybe it’s a trap, in the ‘hundred flowers’ style. :saywhat: They aim to trick us to send our rants in, blinded by our lust for cheap digital cameras, and then deport us for not appreciating Taiwanese culture.

Y’know, for just a tiny fleeting moment, I actually felt some sympathy for ol’ Chewy.

Aboriginal teenagers??

You won’t see gods of folk religions or aboriginal teenagers anywhere else in the world? You must be kidding…

Dear God. I’m surprised they didn’t mention quaint ethnic dancing.

Dear God. I’m surprised they didn’t mention quaint ethnic dancing.[/quote]

Sorry to be contrary here but that’s fancy ethnic dancing. Like so:

Real fancy there, boys. Keep up the good work!

Since I don’t live in Taiwan, I’m not qualified to enter the contest. But feel free to use my story yourself. Perhaps you’ll win a FANCY digital camera.

A Romp in the Mountains
It was long, hard, and knobbly, but I managed to go down on it - the treacherous mountain road which ended at a small village. It’s been raining all morning and when I stepped into the clearing, I felt hot, flustered, bothered, and my head was throbbing. Just then I saw a villager come towards me. “I’m Randy”, I told him. He cocked his head and grinned. “Bi-Ke-Di-Ke”, he said to me as he pointed to himself. I wasn’t sure what he meant but it piqued my interest in exploring his “Bi-Ke-Di-Ke” further. As I followed him into the village, I noticed a large pole, pointing proudly into the sky. The Chinese characters 彼客帝客 (bi-ke-di-ke) were inscribed on the side. What a sight! I’ve never seen such a large pole. “Bi-Ke-Di-Ke” village, I thought, is such a welcoming name for visitors. What a wonderful place to end up in when getting lost hiking in the mountains behind Taitung.

The man led me into a small hut and I sat by a table. All I could think about was something comforting, something I get often back in my home country - a large juicy cream filled twinkie. Just then, the man put his sausage in front of me. “You! Fa-ke-mi”, he said. I looked down and saw what appeared to be a 12-inch, white, smooth sausage. The man took a piece of paper and wrote 發客米 (fa-ke-mi) and that’s when I understood that this was a special sticky rice roll made especially for guests to the village. Fa-ke-mi was simply wonderful and half way through it, the man put a creamy glass of pungent white beverage in front of me and said, “After fa-ke-mi, ke-mu”. Ke-mu, or 客母 in Chinese characters, is apparently a specially fermented goat milk. Thus, after a wonderful course of fa-ke-mi, I eagerly slurped down the ke-mu and as a trickle ran down my chin, I sighed with the type of fulfillment that one gets after being fully stuffed.

Outside, I saw many large protrusions covered with canvas. Several aboriginal teenagers peeled back the canvas and showed me their bananas which were kept hidden underneath. I really admired the Bi-Ke-Di-Ke people and their wonderful bananas, every one firm and perfect, just the way I like it. Just then, we saw what appeared to be a gang. “Bang!” A loud noise erupted. It seemed that new army recruits had just laid down their heavy equipment, and what equipment it was! They were busy erecting their machinery, making sure each rod fit snugly into the opening. However, they seemed tired and needed help. Lucky for them, I along with the aboriginal teenagers ran over and helped in relieving them. The work wasn’t easy. It was hard, dirty, slimy, and fulfilling all at the same time.

At the end of it all, the soldiers were grateful for our services and the aboriginal teenagers danced in a circle around us, singing and chanting in their native tongue “Boo-Kah-Kay, Boo-Kah-Kay, …”. Such camaraderie, friendship, and bonding. It was right there and then, I fell in love with Taiwan.

Such a fancy experience. Such a fancy time. Such a fancy Taiwan.

:laughing: :bravo: Brilliant! You made milk come out my nose, and Im not even drinking milk! :wink:

:roflmao:

Umm, llary, you’re not like on the wrong bus or anything, are you?

HG

What a fancy story! Many thanks for your input. Here is my story that I will be sure to submit when the fancy website is working:

Frustration and Relief From A Fancy Boy

I felt I should write about my experience on the subject of ‘FANCY TAIWAN’. I’m sure that you’ll find my story quite touching. I know I was certainly touched!

One of my fondest memories of Taiwan is of a stranger who gave me relief during a time of utmost frustration.

I am known to cruise the parks and gardens of Taiwan on my bicycle, always looking out for something fresh or interesting. I have much admiration for Taipei’s many beautiful public parks, as the grass is always very nicely trimmed and the many ornate features afford plenty of privacy for the park guests. I always have a very special time on each and every visit.

Unfortunately one particularly vigorous ride was cut short by a rear-end blowout that left me highly disappointed. Imagine my surprise when a young boy came to my rescue and worked quite expertly with just his bare hands to get me going again in no time. I must say I was quite embarrased to have everyone staring at me while this boy worked his magic but I soon got quite absorbed in the whole thing and forgot all about them.

I have never known such generosity from a stranger and didn’t know how to thank him - the people of Taiwan really are the friendliest in the world! I will be sure to come again and again!

:roflmao:

Umm, llary, you’re not like on the wrong bus or anything, are you?

HG[/quote]

What, it’s not even okay to be gay in a park any more? You people disgust me!

Oh dear, you see, that’s how online miscommunications occur.

I was merely concerned for your well being. You see, I thought you lived in Taichung and well, if you were on the right bus, you and your new found gentlemen friends would be merrily playing with your balls in that big park in Taichung where all those very friendly old ladies hang around.*

HG

  • Is it Taichung park? Perhaps the creepiest place in the whole world.

[quote=“Huang Guang Chen”]Oh dear, you see, that’s how online miscommunications occur. I was merely concerned for your well being. You see, I thought you lived in Taichung and well, if you were on the right bus, you and your new found gentlemen friends would be merrily playing with your balls in that big park in Taichung where all those very friendly old ladies hang around.*
HG* Is it Taichung park? Perhaps the creepiest place in the whole world.[/quote]

I remember there was a park around Taichung in the news where women were providing their services for 100nt.

I never got to discussing price, but I could not believe how old they were, batting their eyes and fumbling with “you want?” Since they were all eager to approach me, I figured there must be some especially creepy foreigners doing the rounds down that way. Not necessarily you, of course, Ironman.

The park had some boats in the middle of it. It was not far from the train station and an old cinema . . fairly close to the night market . . . damn I miss Taichung! Erh, some things, anyway.

HG

[quote=“Huang Guang Chen”]I never got to discussing price, but I could not believe how old they were, batting their eyes and fumbling with “you want?” Since they were all eager to approach me, I figured there must be some especially creepy foreigners doing the rounds down that way. Not necessarily you, of course, Ironman.

The park had some boats in the middle of it. It was not far from the train station and an old cinema . . fairly close to the night market . . . damn I miss Taichung! Erh, some things, anyway.

HG[/quote]

Maybe they wanted to do your ironing?

(takes notes)

Doh!

No chance. I hit Taiwan with reasonable Chinese, well certainly enough to figure out “ni yao bu yao” (me) “shenme dongxi?” “ta.”

I was gobsmacked.

Pubba, please, no one except old KMT soldiers are that hard up. I suspect these women have been servicing the old boys for almost half a cenrury. they should get a military pension.

HG

Did he have big plums ?
Did he let you drink his juice ?

My FANCY story. Do you think I should post my true story which happened today? You have to give your passport number. I don’t want to end up on someone’s shitlist… You win the competition by the number of views your story gets, so I’m going to call it ‘Luscious Taiwanese Tits’. Also, I can’t see anywhere that says it must be in English, so if anyone is willing translate it into Cambodian or Xhosa, that would be funny.

Milkshake and traffic police: the funniest thing that I ever saw in Taiwan.

Taiwan is like a dream fantasy land where every day is a new adventure. With the stresses of everyday life in the big city, it’s easy to become down-hearted, but the sense of humour that Taiwanese people bring to everyday life has really ‘Touched My Heart’. Here’s an event which really brings home to me how Taiwanese people laugh at difficult situations and find joy in everything.

After another rewarding and fulfilling day teaching English, I stopped off at a coffee shop to treat myself to a latte. I sat outside with my coffee to watch the world go by and ponder my bright future as an educator in Taiwan when I saw a man stop his black Mercedes on a pedestrian crossing. Leaving the motor running, he scooted into the nearby McDonalds.

I was surprised that somebody so obviously well-educated and prosperous would have such a clear disregard for the traffic rules. I was also worried for the safety of the small children left in the car after it was almost hit by a blue truck full of pineapples, which whizzed around the corner through a red light. Fortunately, a police car came along just in time! The police started to write a ticket and to photograph the position of the car, just as the driver came running out of McDonalds with a couple of Happy Meals and a large beverage.

He handed the McNuggets through the sunroof to the hungry children inside the car, put the drink on the roof of the car and began to argue with the police who were sympathetic and polite to the large, new, black, expensive looking Mercedes driver. Nevertheless, in a situation like this, they had no choice but to throw the book at him and handed him his ticket. The driver got angry and shouted at the policemen who walked back to the car to discuss the situation.

Quick as a flash, the driver ran to the car, opened the door and zoomed away. One of the policemen chased after him while the other went to start the patrol car. However, it was not our hapless law enforcement officer’s lucky day because the driver had left his drink on the roof of the car. As the driver took off, the drink flew through the air, covering the poor plod with what looked like strawberry milkshake from head to toe.

The earth stood still for about five seconds. Then everyone in the coffee shop laughed. The McDonalds diners laughed. Passers-by stopped to join in the laughter. The entire Junior High School across the street laughed. Many, in fact, recorded the hopping mad policeman’s reaction on camera-phone for posterity.

He unholstered his gun, and there was a sharp intake of breath. Assaulting a police officer with a high calorie dairy based beverage is no laughing matter but hardly grounds for an execution! The manager of the McDonalds came running out of the restaurant with a towel saying ‘Bu hao yi si! Bu hao yi si!’ The law enforcer took the towel and wiped the creamy mess off his weapon, stomped back to the car and headed off in the direction of the Mercedes, although it was probably too late to have caught him.

The moral of the tale: Always remember to “jia da”, it’s $5 extra but when you’ve got the police on your tail you need all the extra ammo you can get.

This is a true story.