What was once the blog that got me fired. Now try and figure it out. I intend to Track the eventual overthrow of mankind by robots. Conspiracy theories. Election Fraud concerns. Documenting the Silent Totalitarianism of the Surveillance Society. Or maybe this is just my real life, only fictionalized.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I accidently erased this post. I hope you read it already. If not pretend it was funny.
I some how erased this entire post. All I have left is Card Sharks' Post Script. We should all beg Card Shark to become a regular contributing member of this blog.
A postscript: You should point out that the very next night, your friend ended up flaking on both the Suns game and going to Graham's. This despite the fact that the prospect of going to Graham's somehow cheered him up immediately the night before.
My guess is that he chose to stay inside his room and attract females by staring at a random point on his wall. That way he could again claim that he "scored" without the need for any confirmation. Actually, I think he ended up going to another bar with another friend that we have nicknamed the "douche," where I'm sure he employed his wall-staring tactics.
Note however, that with the Douche present as a witness, we haven't heard any claims of him "hooking up" using his method. The funniest thing is that he called later in the night to apologize for flaking, claiming that he was sorry and stating that he was "like Agent Zero and that anything he does is positive." Whatever the hell that means.
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Yawn. Your friend is full of crap. The secret to attracting females is simple. Money. Now go tell your friend to craft a little story about THAT.
Maybe. My friend is either full of crap or the greatest thinker alive. Let us not be to quick to judge.
Also money only works if you have it. My friend has a tried and true method to get blow jobs with out money. At least when no one is around to verify it.
A postscript: You should point out that the very next night, your friend ended up flaking on both the Suns game and going to Graham's. This despite the fact that the prospect of going to Graham's somehow cheered him up immediately the night before. My guess is that he chose to stay inside his room and attract females by staring at a random point on his wall. That way he could again claim that he "scored" without the need for any confirmation. Actually, I think he ended up going to another bar with another friend that we have nicknamed the "douche," where I'm sure he employed his wall-staring tactics. Note however, that with the Douche present as a witness, we haven't heard any claims of him "hooking up" using his method. The funniest thing is that he called later in the night to apologize for flaking, claiming that he was sorry and stating that he was "like Agent Zero and that anything he does is positive." Whatever the hell that means.
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