Juice, I think the line DOES sometimes blur between hipsters and peacocking. ...You have to love how Neil Strauss throws Mystery under the bus in The Game, yet moulds his entire life to this day around his "teachings". What a lying, two-faced overpaid hack pseudo-writer.
I think the real problem is that they go out like that and some women actually respond with something other than a jar of acid to the face.
This is great. Bff is in the bed next to me and drunk off her ass. I feel like I should be just as giggl as her., am I dfoinf something wrong?
I'm bigger than my dad and could easily take him if it came to that. I'm 6'3" and 180 lbs. The old man is 5'10" and 165 lbs. My grandfathers were old tough dudes. Both fought in Korea and one was a ranch foreman that had some huge hands that could probably have punched a hole through a brick wall back in the day. Plus, they had that old man strength before they died. The old man is a tiny little lawyer and a band geek.
Why just giggle, you have a set of boobs to play with that aren't yours. Photos or it didn't happen. As for fighting fathers, the tipping point was about two year ago when we had a wrestle while drinking and I handled him pretty easy. I was always scared of him because he was a big angry bloke but as I got older we got along better so there was never the point of confrontation.
Man Django Unchained was uncomfortable to watch knowing there were black people sitting in front of us. I mean, it was, weird.
Neil Strauss is such a fucking tool that there isn't a word in the English language that accurately conveys the severity. The Game was trash, Emergency was retarded nonsense and Strauss acts like a sniveling pussy throughout.
Well i had a fuckin' great christmas, food and booze were as much as you could stuff down, as far as the fighting fathers shit, if mine was alive straight up murder works right, if he was around a bit maybe being nice was in order but he wasnt so murder is the word of the day
Or how he lets the band members of Motley Crue write their chapters for The Dirt, he writes one sentence at the beginning of each chapter then slaps full writing credit on the front of the book with the other band memers. For doing NOTHING except padding his own expense account. Pathetic. I can think of probably zero writers I'd like to punch in the face more than him. However, Juice and I don't even need to use WORDS to prove our point: ...yeah, THAT'S what you guys accused me of getting Stockholm Syndrome from *gut busting laughter*. And I thought that I was the one who gets high around here. EDIT: You can TELL that they're supercool, because only supercool guys don't take the sleeve label off their cigars (like you're supposed to).
Every time I scroll down and see a picture of this Mystery guy, I expect him to have the legs of a goat.
He brings more shame to my country than Celine Dion ever could. It makes me feel unclean that I share the same nationality as him.