Redbull is awesome!

Friend: Dan, you look fucking awesome! and you lost a ton of weight! You look so hot and shredded, how did you do it?

Dan: I simply stopped eating for 5 days.

Friend: (looking shocked) That’s not healthy

Dan: Neither is my friends fiance, she just got diagnosed with cancer.

Friend: That’s terrible

Dan: No it’s not, what was terrible is that my insane girlfriend told me she loved me and then left me 24 hours later.

Friend: Are you serious

Dan: Not really, but I’m pretty drunk because I’ve been drinking my problems away all week

Friend: Why are you doing this to yourself?

Dan: I can’t remember, because I black out from drinking

Friend: You should really see someone, you need help

Dan: We all need help my friend, all of us.

Have you ever looked in the mirror before?

Did you like what you saw?

Did you hate what you saw?

If you liked what you saw could you remember what it was that you liked?

If you didn’t like what you saw, would you have been happier if you looked like someone else?

How would you feel if you looked in the mirror and you saw Warren Buffet?

Would it make you feel better if you were one of the wealthiest men in the world?

How would you feel if you looked in the mirror and saw George Bush?

Would it make you feel better if you were the most powerful man in the world?

(You can apply the same logic to women, just substitute Oprah and Hillary Clinton)

People in general are more attracted to money and power than anything else.
I am not special, neither is Bill Gates. We are all the same, human, flawed and hungry. Isn’t that weird? I can honestly say that everyone I’ve ever met gets hungry, just like me. That is so strange that we all know what that feels like. How many other things do we have in common? I’ll give you a hint, it’s a lot, probably too long of a list to write down.

Why does everyone think they are special, when we are all actually the same?

I’m writing another post today, because I think that I’m cool. (By the way, I can’t spell for shit and every time I try to do a spell check, my computer crashes, so just deal with it).

Do me a favor. Close your eyes for 5 seconds, take a deep breath and think about what I am about to ask you.

Have you recently been in a situation, where you did something wrong?

Honestly, what is your answer?

Why is it that I have a hard time finding people that hold themselves accountable for their mistakes. Is there a bad place that people go to when they admit to being wrong? Cuz if there is, I haven’t seen it yet.

Statistically speaking, I haven’t done the research, but I assume that there is a per centage probability, that when you make a decision, there’s a chance it may be the wrong decision. Like settling down with a girl who was on 4 different psychotropic drugs to settle her mood swings, that was a bad decision. Then there was the hooker in Vegas…… uh, let’s not go there.

Is it possible, that amongst the people I know, I’m the only one who is ever wrong? Again, not having done the research, I can’t say what the statistical probability is, but I would guess that it’s negligible.

Chances are, that if you’re reading this, you probably think that I’ve done something wrong within the past 5 minutes. If that is the case, you’re probably right. It’s a good thing that I could care less and if you’re still reading this, you really need to ask yourself why you’re so intrigued with my musings or you just think I’m really cool (or sexy).

“The truth shall set you free”

I wonder who created this age old cliche? I’m not sure what the intention was, but I must say, as painful as it is to be honest, it ultimately pays off. Some of you may notice that the link to the “angriest blog in america” resolves to nothing. Why do you ask? Because the truth set my friend EG free, as he can now get past a big hurdle in his life and continue to focus on things more important, like getting a fucking job.

This anicdote leads to a nice story, about how honesty helped me in a big way. Actually, I don’t feel like getting into the serious side of things, as I had sex with this really hot asian woman (my first), so I’ll just write about that.

I was in a serious relationship, till I realized my now ex-girlfriend is a spoiled rich cunt who is everything but substinent. She put me on the street, literally, in Hoboken, about 40 miles from my house. After getting into an argument, I thought it would better if I went outside, instead of raising my voice to her, I was wrong, because she wouldn’t let me back in. Therefore, I use the word cunt appropriately.

I wind up at the W Tuscany on 39th and Lex at around midnight. I wander into the bar to get a drink, where low and behold, a beautiful asian woman is sitting there alone. The room got smaller, because it was just me and her. She had a really good smile and an innocent face and that’s where the fun began…..

“What’s wrong sweety?” Was I that visibly shaken? I told her what happened and she listened intently and was sympathetic. As she was ready to go, I grabbed her hand and asked her not to leave me, I didn’t want to be alone. She called her friends, said she wasn’t going out and we talked for an hour, went to my room, got drunk and had amazing sex.

The point to the story is, if you’re honest and don’t hold back, woman think it’s very sexy (especially when you’re in pain). I was in pain, but I wasn’t last night, what an amazing woman. I wish I got her number, but it’s probably better off this way.

Fascination

Is it pedestrian to say that I’ve always garnered attention from Women? Ever since I was 16 and began fantasizing about my first girl on girl orgy, I can’t remember a time where I didn’t covet a woman’s attention.

When it rains it pours……….

It’s like I’m the last man standing these days. Is there no ends to the neediness of women or to be fair, the constant attention that men demand from a woman or many women.

The concept of a gumar makes, where your current GF will love you, but break your ballz at the same time. The gumar supplements the ball breaking and is even more fascinated in you, understanding that you’re off the market and you’re essentially unattainable.

My girlfriend tells me that she never plays games, but when she finds out, I’m meeting my best friend (who has a vagina), I get the silent treatment all day. I never ask her where she is, who she’s hanging out with or what she’s doing with a dude, because I’m secure in enough in the fact that A) I give her the emotional stability she seeks in a man and B) I make her come 3 – 5 times a week (time permitting).

Why is it that women always have to find faults in a situation, where they should just be happy that they have a strong, stable dude around to be there emotional rock and buy dinner.

I love when my woman gets dressed up and we go out and share long gazes and a passionate kiss here and there, but that’s only temporary. A good man can never escape the wrath of one woman.

Case and point….

It’s interesting that most of the women I’ve either dated or are friends with start coming out of the woodwork, suddenly, when I announce that I have a GF.

Don’t say that you want a nice guy, when all you’re chasing is the dick!!!

That’s it, I’m out……….

D’ Money