Sunday, October 17, 2010

Comments from people too lazy to make an account

Julia Joubert - Epic lol
Ryan Thompson - Fucking hilarious bro
Dom Irla - Funny shit man
Nick Trethowan - You are amazing, kind of like Jesus
Stuart Tappe - Dude...hahahahaha. You freak
Caymin Donna - My favorite 

There are a couple more I couldn't find, but they were along the same lines. 

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Final Countdown

So here it is. The end of it all. The final post on this short lived blog. I'm assuming and hoping that none of you learnt from this, but rather enjoyed reading it. I hope you found it insensitive at times and humorous at others. Thank you all for reading my exploits and rantings. 

Here's one more wonderful video to you men that being yourself is going to get you nowhere. You need to be exactly like this guy.

Good bye and bugger off. :)

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

A New View (Goal 2)

I had somewhat of a brilliant fucking idea today; I kindly asked my girlfriend (yes, I do have one of those) if she would care to share her own honest opinion on the matter at hand. I told her to write without any boundaries, no censorship whatsoever. If you know her, you know she will tell you that you're a dumb fuck with very little chance of ever becoming someone worth anything (if that is the case, obviously). So I knew no one else would be better than her to give a little to get a little (if you know what I mean, haha). Hear is it, the brilliance of one woman's mind;

I’ve been asked to grace the blog of this potential pick-up artist (see comments pertaining to ‘Prelude’). A woman’s perspective was needed. Who better to provide this heavenly insight than the author him self’s unfortunate girlfriend?

‘Beating around the bush’ seems to be the topic at hand here. I’m glad to see the man dealing with something about which he has a vast sea of knowledge. I couldn’t think of a better way to describe our relationship for the first while of its existence. ‘Beating around the bush’. My bush, it would seem. Christ alive.

As afore mentioned, not by me, some men take time, while others don’t, to infiltrate this God forsaken place of genitalia and general unattractiveness. Alexander took time. A lot of it. His tactic seemed to be ‘Get into the ultimate friend zone with the bitch and hope to God and his male heart that she finally notices I possess a penis and am not gay.’ Various other tasks were completed such as chauffeuring her and her rather-obnoxious-at-times friends who laugh far too much and listen to music by Miley Cyrus on the odd occasion about.

Six months later, it paid off. But. Do not be fooled. These were very extraordinary circumstances. Use this chise device at your own peril. Or your little soldier’s. In reality, this cements you and your little soldier in the ultimate friend zone, makes whatever God there is and his male heart laugh themselves shit faced at you and causes her to think of you as gay and say things like, ‘I’m so glad we can just be friends and there are no, like, hidden meanings, you know? Turn it up, Leonardo DiCaprio is about to stand at the front of the boat with Rose.’ Leonardo then goes on to suck his own penis.

So. Conclusion? This method contains far too much beating around the bush. Leave it the hell alone.

One more and I’ll then leave you all to your own lovely devices.

The Give and Take, if you will. This requires a dollop of time and a splash of luck. And a hell of a lot of balls. N.B. This chise device works only if, A) You’re ridiculously good looking or, B) The girl you’re after is, how to put it nicely, not.

Spot the fox and sidle up. Work the magic that I hope for your bush-hunting sake you possess and get her nice and damp. From tears of excitement, of course. Har har. Just as she’s about to explode, swagger off with nothing but a smile and a brush of her arm. An hour later, do the same thing and repeat again and again until, eventually, she’s the one jumping down your throat. The balls come into play in the fact that one never can know when that blonde belter is going to get bored and tell you where to shove it.

Unfortunately for you male things, everybody is unique et al. No one method will work with every lady thing. So. I guess. You’re all fucked.


Yeah I know, what a bitch. Hah.

So here it is.

Goal 2; No matter how hard we try, we're fucked. (The sooner we deal with that fact, the smoother life's steep hill will be from here on out)

Monday, October 4, 2010

Goal 1

This man does not beat around the bush. He tightly grips his flamethrower and burns the shit out of it until all that is left is a pile of burnt would. Then he pisses on it. He moves like a jackal dancing around a bushfire. Girls like that. I promise.

Still not convinced? Find the nearest lady, show it to her and watch her eyes widen in amazement.

Goal 1; Be This Guy.
Seeing as though one requires an account on this god forsaken website to comment, rather just inbox me you're comments on Facebook (click on the fore mentioned word 'Facebook' to go to my profile). Be as filthy and honest as possible. I'll keep it anonymous so your dignity and reputation shall remain intact. Drop it like it's hot, motherlickers.

My First Wonderful Reaction

I just received an inbox on Facebook from some person I have never met in my life, it's fucking strange but far more awesome than it is fucking strange. It's more than likely a joke, but further enjoyable than what I've been writing.

Here it is motherfuckers (enjoy);

"High, my names Ryan Thompson, You dont know me but i feel as if this blog is sent by our lord and savior! you see i asked god earlier this day to send me a way to find a wife to marry so i can loose my virginity and then this popped up! not only have you restored my faith in black jesus but given me the direction my life so needs right now, i dont believe in masturbation... as im now religiously saved.. again.

Father is home now so i must go but will be following eagerly. and really.. i love you for this mwa mwa mwa ex oh ex oh toodles"

The Method to the Previously Mentioned Madness

On a daily basis men are beating constantly around the proverbial bush, consciously or unconsciously. Some are better than others, some retrieve themselves more bush than others. Some take time, some take no time at all. What matters is that it's been a fucking mission since the beginning of fucking time. Since men began pointing northward at the mere sight of a member of the opposite sex. So has anyone perfected it? FUCK NO!

Sunday, October 3, 2010


You may be thinking that 'beating around the bush' is slightly insensitive, but for fuck sakes, eventually someone has grown the proverbial balls to say it like it is. Picking up woman is exactly that, you're beating around the bush. 'Bush' being the operative word. Sexist? I don't fucking think so. Maybe a bit tongue in cheek, but we all know that's exactly what we want to read. Not some dumbed down crap sitting with a smirk on its face on the ample peak of moral high ground. Fuck no.

Friday, October 1, 2010


Failing to directly consult the point at hand is often a continuously occurring issue many of us mere mortals face. The ability to avoid the metaphorical elephant in the room is something we all seem to learn to do as we age and the situations we are pushed in front of enlarge themselves before our eyes. The funny thing is that you're more than likely reading this with an ultimately fucking bored, blank and utterly uninterested look perched firmly upon your face. If I were to be writing about avoiding life situations and not directly tackling your problems (something shit boring and fucking ridiculously 'let's have a life lesson' like), I would have the exact same expression, so I'm not. I'm talking about beating around the bush, the fine art of picking up women.