Suck on this George Michael !!!

Ah ... I can't resist it !!! Christmas feeling is taking over my dark soul ... no please no more carols ... ok hereby I wish everybody all the best and happy holidays.
Please be my guest and enjoy the next Christmas carol:
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Anyone available to clip my toe nails this evening ?

Boiling !!!

God damn it !!! why me ? why do I have to know such people ? why do such people even exist ?
I'm talking about my neighbors, fucking shanty town garbage family managed somehow rent an apartment in my block. I have a job so I wake up at 06:45 in order to get ready and arrive at the office at 07:50, usually I'm going to bed at 23:30. Since a white trash family lives on welfare without jobs, they afford to stay up late and yell at their 3 year old child which is still awake and running trough the apartment at 02:00. So I'm falling asleep pissed off which gives me nightmares and instead of dreaming about skating like a pro I'm dreaming about punching the bitch with the thin voice and her fat husband.

Revenge is on the way, I'm bringing out the big guns , I will play on 30 minutes periods a 1 minute song (my kick ass speakers + Korn - TWIST )and this will freak them out + keep them awake ... if I'm going to do this from 03:00 until 07:00 for 1 week during my winter holidays, on the 1st of January they will move out because of this and move back were they belong and were they can get some sleep

There should be no mercy, trailer trash should live in trailers or train stations. Also have a newly wed pair of fuckers which move furniture in the middle of the night, maybe he cant get it up and redecorates the apartment to satisfy his monster ugly wife.
OK !!! Fuck my neighbors, I will shove a pine cone up their ass in the spirit of Christmas.

There is one thing they can do for me and I will forgive them, they can buy me a pair of new Fusion X5's, they will keep me busy and tired.


Motherfuckers !!!

Peace and goodwill

Hoes hoes hoes ... No I'm not the fucking Santa ! that's what I'm dreaming about.
So here we are almost 1 month without a single post nor rude comment from this end of the line, I guess I have a weird period or I'm getting lazier.
Right its almost Christmas and almost everybody has two things by now, the winter tires and the fake holiday bullshit happy mood. Even the thought of incoming holidays gives me the poss in my throat and fever, I know the poss is meant to spit the jolly wankers in the face and I guess the fever should help me wear shorts and flip flop on the slopes ( still have to figure this last part out, fact is I'm shaking like Duracell powered dildo if I'm wearing my summer outfit in the snow without having fever). Starting with the glorious day of 1st December its almost impossible to get some enemies, fierce business partners are willing to help, the low life family living next to your apartment behaves like a well educated elite English blue balled family, the beggars in the street wont harass if you wont give them any change ... basically everybody has a philanthropic state. I can tell you everything you see is a scam, maybe the best scam ever, each year billions of people fall for it, this sudden behavior change has 3 reasons:
1. most of the fuckers still believe in Santa and like a real Santa fan you must behave.
2. white snow, brings back old sniffing memories
3. yellow snow, your friend finished up writing your name because your small bladder can't handle your 3 letter name
3 reasons you fell guilty and want to change your life, Santa wont get you the usual set of socks, powder makes you shit your self, friends help you in need.
I can't stand to distant from all this, I changed my behavior also, I'm being a bad boy in December, I look for enemies ( only to ruin the good mood ), I don't spend money on gifts ( because I'm cheap ), I don't smile ( I use my evil grin )

Ok enough my negative half is waiting for me.

Enemies wanted, I can kick your ass, punch you in the throat, spit poss in your face ... or make you listen the next song instead some gay carols singed by a baptist choir

Last hiking event 2009

A couple of weeks ago when the weather still played along we consumed our last planed hiking event and I can tell you it was a smart move.
Short briefing:
- 5 dudes
- 5 ladies
- 2 cars
- sunny weather
- backpacks
- horrible morning traffic due to "teh believers" which attend the morning preaching dressed in their best Sunday clothes
- destination: Borsa aka Romanian mexico aka mind your business aka don't go there
So there we were in Borsa ready to set off for the horses waterfalls, a quick shot of palinca and off we were. We walked for about 1 km on a narrow village road, admired the new built 15 level houses and the 2nd hand luxury cars parked in front of them.
I'm not a jealous type but these houses were freaking hideous, no architecture just like a giant piece of shit made of bricks and mortar , similar to the pieces of crap taken by "The Hulk" only not green but with a strong ginger tone ... I thought Chuck was behind this but he never takes a crap without becoming a piece of architectural art later.

I thought gangsters are smart and do smart things with their money but as we were told by some gangster granny most of these buildings are going to become hotels ... at this moment the tourism potential in this area on a scale from 1 to 10 is 3 ( there is a ski slope trough some gardens ), the housing potential is 10. After my geometry the chance to get good business with a hotel in the area is close to 0,it could get better only if they got drugs and hooker services available.
Once we left the metropolis behind we walked on a path which lead to an old and abandoned marble quarry, raw non processed marble is so awesome, the quarry looked like a huge Japanese autumn zen garden.
As soon as we started to climb some endless steep hill nobody cared about the views, the smokers were busy coughing their lungs out and the rest had to wipe the heavy sweating from their faces, we started a long and funny breathless swearing session, meant to cheer us up, a top athlete like me does need some cheer ups if not competing for a gold medal.
Finally on the top the views came back and also the mighty and impressive sound of the waterfall. My sidekicks rested a while near the waterfall until I swam it upwards, once in top I took a head first plunge in a 30 cm deep pool and we were ready for lunch.
Made a nice warm fire, we ate, talked for a while ... usual lunch in the wilds stuff.
On our way home some of us realized that the industrial amount of onions can have seriously harmful effects on the human body, so we drove 5 minutes and we had to take 10 minutes puke breaks and managed to drive the 100 + km in 4 hours. The situation got serious when 2 of my friends fainted while puking their guts out, but I punched them in the stomach and they got better.
OK I'm tired ! check out the pictures and you better like them or I'll punch in the stomach puke healer style.









They Took Our Jobs!
Dey turk awr jerbs!
DERKA DER!!!!!

Expensive cars and a bunch of brits

The guys form top gear visited Romania a couple of months ago, 3 British gentlemen with a healthy sense of humor drove 3 expensive cars on the shamefully short Romanian motorways, in the dungeons under the Romanian Parliament, on gravel roads near some random gypsy village and of course on the "transagarasan" route which they had closed for filming. Like always they went over the edge a little bit for the sake of a good show and for the sake of a full pocket they had some hidden publicity for the Dacia Sandero ( which is a good car ). Take a look at the show, try to ignore the complaining and the bitching ... they are old

A good show, it seems that they enjoyed the trip in Romania but the bad parts like gypsy's all over, horse pulled carriages, lose cows, bums and all other negative scum is slightly exaggerated. The Romanian version of Top Gear they were watching in the pub. is not a Romanian show ( we don't use cyrillic alphabet ) ... a better video editing guy perhaps ?
/quoting a wise cocksucker:Driving 1450.000 euro cars in Romania is like wearing a bacon suit in Sudan /done quoting a cocksucker
the cars you advertise for may be expensive and nice but nothing impressive, expensive cars are meant to compensate for a small prick and we have a 30 cm average cock length which means 5 cm taller than Richard Hammond.

wrum wrum wrum !!!

Blogging absence, stress, armageddon and dragon age

Hard times dudes !!! hard times ... never thought a thing like buying a freaking apartment can make me lose weight or get countless sleepless nights just thinking about weird stuff. Bureaucracy is our assassin, my girlfriend had some medical problems due to stress, I lost a few kilos and its not over yet. The bank and its procedures, the waiting time, the real estate agent and the notary are the secondary stress factors, money eating machines is what they are ... I don't want any Christmas presents this year, the only thing I desire is to finish this mess and I need my girlfriend to crave pussy ( Santa can you do this please ? )
In order to get a ray of sunshine in my life I had to do something and since I won't take some fancy named pills I got myself a gift in form of a PC game called Dragon Age Origins and just to get a chill out after slaying all those evil pixels I'm watching My Name is Earl episodes, a peaceful and funny TV show.
My cure seems to work, I'm eating better, I'm interested in a few books and the most important thing is that I'm getting all kinds of new ideas so my epic writing inspiration will be back soon.
Twisted period is officially over sun is shining lets commemorate it with a stellar track:


Music do! music do! music do!

Pure evil or just normal ?

Usually I wont start fights or arguments but in the last couple of weeks I'm getting a bad temper with almost no reason, a wrong look or gesture can start the war machine in me ... sometimes I can tell I have an evil look in my eyes because people freak out without any argument.
While having a conversation with a sack of poss or while listening to some random fuck complaining about his life, my subconscious develops scenarios and figures out a way how to deliver a painful kick in his ball sack or a punch in the wankers ear. Ignorant fake fucks, the "know it all" type and the friendly nonsense gossip amateurs are the ones which make me wanna pull out some of their teeth. Thinking about all this hate I have towards certain people I realize I'm not so bad after all, why should I like a person which talks crap or doesn't care about what's happening around, my cruel thought are probably a normal reaction. I've noticed the appearance of this behavior after watching a few episodes of The Mike Strutter show, this Strutter guy is an old school brutish British bully with a filthy fucking mouth and has a problem with all the cock sucking motherfuckers out there.


Man I'm such a bad ass after watching this show, I will get a back piece tattooed, just imagine a set of evil angel black wings with guns, swords, knives and the fucking terminator hidden under the feathers.
Keep your kids in front of the TV, my parents did it!

Gone amok !

My habits are in constant danger...

Habits ! I have a few and I'm proud of them, I see my habits as a self imposed discipline which needs to be respected. Probably I'm traumatized because in my childhood years and adolescence I refused to respect any form of discipline schedule and program so I had some problems in school and at home, everybody blamed me for not being serious enough, believe or not I was so bad at respecting a program I even forgot to smoke and eventually I quit smoking ... but now I'm on a self imposed discipline. After I wake up I take about 20 minutes into the bathroom ( brushing, washing, cleaning ), I enjoy a nice breakfast in front of the TV watching the news, get dressed and off to work.
At work I try not to get stuffed with junk food in rest I'm doing my best to become and work like pro.
Once I arrive home in the afternoon I'm getting lunch, after lunch I get 20 minutes of rest and after I'm rested I get some push ups done ( 100 ~ 120 ) and about 50 squats ... nothing fancy but it takes about half an hour. After an afternoon walk or whatever stuff I do, in the evening I'm making 200 sit ups, take a shower, brush my teeth and go to bed ... without having dinner because I'm having lunch at 4~5 pm so it should be more than enough for the day.
I'm doing this stuff for about 5 years now( with small exceptions ) and the thought of sticking to this stuff gives me a certain satisfaction.
I don't know how come but at least once a week some spacker tries to sabotage my discipline and most of the times I end up looking like an asshole because I refuse dinners or I take my time after having lunch.
This one makes me a weirdo doesn't it ? well ... I don't care, freak or no freak I'll keep doing what I think its right for me, screw ya haterz I can haz my habits

/time to move

The pirate laws

1. A pirate does not ask for directions. He relies only on his gut feeling, a compass, or a treasure map.

2. Parrots are the preferred pirate companion. Monkeys are an acceptable substitute, unless they fling their feces at people. Then they are an awesome substitute.

3. When fishing, a pirate uses either a sword, a knife, or his bare hands. Use of a hook is only acceptable in the event the pirate is missing a hand.

4. Pirates shall always wear boots, except in the case of a peg leg. Then one boot is acceptable. Flip-flops are right out.

5. Pirates do not cry, except in the case of the loss of a shipload of rum.

6. When describing the size of a treasure, a pirate is required to exaggerate by at least 130%. Flowers are not treasure under any circumstances, unless said flowers are made out of gold.

7. A pirate shall never wear lipstick, nail polish, or capri pants. Actually, that kinda goes without saying.

8. No pirate shall discuss his feelings, unless his feelings include gutting a man from stem to stern and spilling his entrails.

9. A pirate should always remove his hat in the presence of a bartender.

10. During a swordfight, swordfighting insults are required. In the event both participants are still alive at the end of the fight, the participant with the superior insults shall be declared the victor.

11. No pirate shall ever wear a "fanny pack".

12. All foods prepared by a pirate must include rum, grog, or beer. Boone's and other "Wench Punch" is prohibited.

13. A pirate may never compliment another pirate on the softness of his hands.

14. No pirate shall wear a bracelet or a necklace, unless it is the tooth or tusk of an animal he killed. If in the presence of cannibals, a necklace is acceptable camouflage, but only if said necklace is made of human toes.

15. Pirate Law: Dousing oneself in beer is a perfectly acceptable replacement for a shower.

16. No pirate shall drink Grog out of a glass. Grog is only to be consumed either straight from the barrel, or from a mug heavy enough to to kill a man.

17. Three-cornered hats, headbands and bandanas are the only acceptable headwear for pirates. Fedoras, bowler derbies, baseball caps, mickey ears, top hats, sombreros, or anything with lace and flowers will be removed from the vessel-- head included. A grace period of one minute is allowed for hats looted from a tailory.

18. A pirate shall never wrap presents. The only thing a pirate gives is a bludgerin'.

19. Pirate Law: A pirate does not use the word "Fabulous". Ever.

20. No pirate shall attend a movie with less than an Arrrr rating.

21. Only a pirate is capable of killing another pirate. If you are not a pirate (let's say a ninja) and wish to challenge a pirate, they have a word for that. Corpse.

22. Pirate Law: "ARRRRRRRRRRR..." is a perfectly acceptable answer to any question.

23. A pirate does not "go shopping". Unless by "shopping", you mean "killing".

24. Peglegs must be made of timber or some other suitable wood. Plastic, ceramic, porcelain, or metal peglegs are utterly unnacceptable, simply because it complicates the use of the phrase "shiver me timbers".

25. Real pirates have chest hair. If you cannot grow chest hair, you may be a cabin boy.

26. Under no circumstances is a comb-over an acceptable pirate hairdo.

27. No pirate may ever change his shirt because it is "wrinkled". A pirate may only change his shirt if it is completely soaked in blood.

28. When drinking, Pirates may sing. "Fifteen Men on a Dead Man's Chest" is preferred. Kelly Clarkson songs are not allowed.

29. No pirate shall ever drive a minivan, unless he drives the minivan into a tavern, for the purposes of looting barrels of rum from said tavern. Upon completion of this task, the minivan is to be burned. No exceptions.

30. No matter how hard it is raining, two pirates may never share an umbrella. Pirates do not fear rain.

31. If circumstances demand a career change, a move into real estate brokerage or tax collection shall be considered a lateral move and said individual may keep their pirate status.

32. A pirate does not snuggle with an animal, unless he is trying to snap its neck. But I guess that wouldn't really be "snuggling".

33. A pirate may never wear another man's clothing, unless he first kills that man.

34. Two pirates must never share a bed or a hammock. It is perfectly acceptable for one pirate to sleep on the floor, or on a pile of treasure.

35. Pirates do not wear eyeglasses or bifocals unless they are looking at a treasure map, and even then they are allowed only a monacle. Any comments about "Mr. Peanut" while wearing the monacle are prohibited.

36. When setting out on a voyage, a pirate does not pack a suitcase. He is only to bring what he can carry under his arms, or what his wench can carry on her back.

37. A pirate does not mow the lawn. Lawns are for landlubbers.

38. Lifting or removing one's eyepatch is extremely impolite but is not considered an insult. It's just kinda gross. Likewise, one should never remove another pirate's eyepatch, except with a sword to the face.

39. Pirates never use the words "fresh" or "feelings," and certainly not together (as in "I have that not-so-fresh feeling").

40. A pirate must never visit a tanning salon. If he is not already tan enough from searching for treasure, he hasn't been searching hard enough.

41. While creativity is encouraged during any barfight or battle at sea, pirates may only use the following types of sword; falchions, scimitars, rapiers, and particularly long knives. Katanas or any other Ninja sword are strictly forbidden, unless the Pirate rips off a Ninja's arm and hurls the arm, and attached Katana, as a projectile.

42. No pirate shall ever sit on a toilet seat, for any reason.

43. Kidnapping is an acceptable substitute for killing, but only if it is for the purpose of plank walking at a later time.

44. When swimming, pirates do not dive. They cannonball.

45. Cannoneers aboard a pirate vessel are not allowed to use hearing protection of any sort. No matter what the OSHA regulations say, if ye can't stand bleedin' from the ears, you have no business being a Pirate.

46. A pirate will never wear a patch that is any other color than black; unless it's halloween. then they can wear a patch with an eyeball painted on the outside. Polka dots are not permitted under any circumstances.

47. Female pirates are allowed some exception to rules concerning hygiene and garmentry, but must make up for it by using twice as much profanity.

48. Hooks are the only acceptable hand substitute. However, they may not have secondary attachments such as screwdrivers, bottle openers, corkscrews, or nail files. These are Pirates we're talking about, not Inspector Gadget.

49. A pirate's diet consists mainly of meat. If at sea, and meat is not available, shoe leather is an acceptable replacement.

50. Pirate Law: You can't spell pirate, without "irate". There's a reason for that, so don't even try.

51. No pirate will ever, ever raise his pinky when drinking any sort of beverage.

52. Pirate Law: When choosing clothing, even if it looks dirty, or smells dirty, it is clean.

53. A pirate may ride in a rowboat, if traveling to or from his ship. Use of a Kayak is only permitted if used for cannon target practice.

54. When drinking rum, the only thing a pirate adds to the rum is more rum.

55. The official Pirate religion is Pastafarianism.

56. No pirate shall ever play wiffle ball.

57. Under no circumstances does a pirate speak with a Ninja, unless he first decapitates that Ninja and uses his head like a sock puppet.

58. When at the office, answering the telephone with "Arrrrrrr" is perfectly acceptable for pirates. Other acceptable choices are "Avast!", and "Ahoy Matey!"

59. A Pirate does not read poetry, unless said poetry is scrawled on the wall of a bathroom.

60. All women are to be referred to as wenches, with the exception of female Pirates, who can be referred to as "lass".

61. Pirates do not clean up, except when gold falls out of a treasure chest.

62. Spilling rum is not acceptable, except in the act of "pouring some out for dead mateys".

63. A pirate may tell any tale of swashbuckling without being called on the details, as long as at least 51% of the story is true.

64. A pirate may never shave below the neck. Shaving above the neck is allowed, but only if the pirate shaves his entire head. In the presence of cannibals, a mohawk is acceptable.

65. No pirate may do the arm movements for "YMCA", or engage in country-western line-dancing.

66. Pirates do not say "please" or "thank you". The phrase "Arrr, I'll probably kill you tomorrow" is an acceptable alternative for "Thank you".

67. Should the ship's bow have a carving of a naked wench, mermaid, or something of the like, crew members should not touch it. Feeling up a wooden statue is unbecoming of a pirate.

68. Pirates do not "IM". The only instant message allowed is a sword through the chest.

69. Dental Hygiene for Pirates is not a priority. Should there be occasion, however, strong rum or salt water can be used as mouthwash. Anything "minty fresh" is strictly forbidden.

70. Pirates never, ever obey laws. Period. Ironic, I realize.

71. While in a fight with the royal navy a pirate shall carry a knife in his mouth when swinging over on the rival ship, a pirate is allowed to swing over without a dagger between hes teeth only if he has less than 5 teeth and then he has the obligation to spit on 15 second intervals. ( this one is added by me )

And finally, How do you know if you are a pirate? You just "Arrrrrrrr"...

As you know I'm a universal being, I'm also a pirate and I stole this article from some other mate on the ship ... but psssst don't let my crew know, they will cut my rum ratio.

Aye mates ! Arrrr !

Rage, trash talk, manifestos, free t-shirts and lies

The presidential election campaign started, the parties presented the candidates, made an action plan and the circus is open for business. You know it's election campaign when:
- your mail box gets spammed with laminated fliers ( you fucking twats don't laminate the fliers because we get nasty anal paper cuts when we use them for ass wiping ... could you please print them on soft 3 layered toilet paper with lotion ?) and pictures with some old farts making promises.
- worthless piece o' shit bands will give away free concerts in your town square and the low life rednecks think we are celebrating a bisect year again.
- open stage trash talk against rival parties.
- free food and clothes, dressed in charity.
I never took serious these election campaigns but I always enjoyed the fight between the candidates ... they promise all sorts of silly things and at one point it becomes like a pathetic tennis match
Jim: We are going to build better roads for the people !
Earl: We are going to build 10 lane high ways with free prostitute services at the petrol stations !

Earl: We will create a better health system !
Jim: We will make sure that 10 doctors will live in your dressing and they will be there if you get the hick-ups

Jim: We will legalize soft drugs !
Earl: My name is Earl Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria !

Earl: We will ensure free schooling !
Jim: PHD degrees for everybody !

Earl: We'll lick your ass !
Jim: We'll suck your cock !

Jim: We will kill the bogeyman !
Earl: The ghost busters work for me !

Some may find it wonderful how a few kind gentlemen battle for our well being and prosperity, I find it rather pathetic and stupid how a bunch of spineless rabid dogs bite each other for the big bone... fetch you geezers !!!
All this bullshit about the competence of the candidate "I've graduated The Asshole Academy with top grade and a knot on my cock", I have a wast knowledge about how the post communist economical system behaves and I know the solution of success ... you know what ? we don't need a highly educated snob for president, we need a guy which keeps his word, wont follow his own interests and wont let other hot shots plunder our souls.
Mr. Orwell's farm is present in any political regime the ones on the top will exploit to death the ones which work hard.

Vote for Andy ! I like cheese !

Democracy will go down

My problem with this form of organization is the equality between the citizens, we all have the same rights but only a few of us respect the imposed obligations.
So ... why should I be equal with a person which doesn't have a job and lives on welfare ? why should I be equal with a person which has 5 children and cant supply decent housing and decent meals for them, instead of sending the children to school ( which is free ) he makes them beg for money or even steal. Sometimes the minorities are the ones which cause these problems but I'm not about to denigrate a race or a nationality, I'm pissed off and sometimes I'm thinking why the hell did I lost 18 years in school, become a serious person who cares about a steady and profitable work place, pay taxes which are consumed to keep a bunch of hobos with their bellies full.
People should be born with equal rights, if they follow a certain path for a future professional activity they should be supported and they should benefit of good and healthy system without a difference between color, race, shape and size. A child should be forced to attend at least elementary school, after graduating elementary school he should choose whether to join a high school or arts and crafts schools and after finishing with the educational process he should get a job. If at one point somebody refuses to follow these steps he will lose some of his rights like voting and as times goes by he should lose primary rights like having children, eventually they should be sentenced to hard labor, work which will ensure their basic needs like food, clothing and housing in labor camps. A person sent into a labor camp should win his rights back after a certain period and be granted with a normal job. Prisoners should have no rights at all and all prisons should be considered independent businesses were the prisoners have to work for food, heating and decent conditions, the guards and the prison staff shouldn't be affected and shouldn't suffer penalties if the prisoners refuse to work, the prisoners should work to stay alive. Whether a person decides to work as a freelancer, as a contractor, in a factory, as a sewer cleaner, or any other job as long as he sticks to it, he should be free to have and do everything he desires. It's hard enough to keep a country up and running, expenses with the not directly productive workers like teachers, people which work in administration( they have an important role in the system ), costs with disabled persons ( which have the right to a decent life ) and other necessary expenses for running a country ... my question is why do we have to support healthy citizens which refuse to work and prefer to leach.
I guess we could be able to reach a perfect regime based on the 2 principles the iron fist which will crack your skull if you refuse to play by the rules and the kind rewarding and accessible warm pillow which will take care of you if you mind your business.
I shall become a new political genius, Marx + Engels + Hitler + Gorbachev + Kohl ... learn from the past adjust to the present and voila Conditioned Democracy.

cheers !!!

We gather for nothing ... women steal souls

Wealth farmers that is what humans are, stupid redneck robots chasing after useless and expensive things. Strange how people gather wealth their whole lives and still they wont buy the stuff they enjoy, for example most men are fascinated by motor bikes, fast cars, gadgets, renewal/renovating activities, constructions, creating stuff, fishing, hunting and other specific male stuff ... sadly most of them wont get the chance to enjoy such things. The man's software would have been flawless if our almighty programmer had left away the "seek women and get married part", I tell you women are our weak point. How many dudes sacrificed their dreams and their economies to get a really nice engagement ring and for what ? for a moody brat which probably will get fat as a hippopotamus after marriage.
I get pissed off each time I hear stuff like its the man's duty to:
- ask for the girls hand ( fuck this !!! women should be grateful that we are interested, they should write our names in the sky with pink smoke, take us to expensive non romantic trips and get us an expensive engagement motorized present )
- please the woman in bed ( no shit ? it's hard enough to get a boner when you get to screw unattractive bizarre kitchen monsters, women should know all the tricks in the book of Kamansutra, seduce their man, lose some weight, work out )
- provide for the woman ( what for ? so she can fuck up a high quality top class piece of beef by burning it and not even recognize that she forgot about it because the mexican soap was so interesting, learn how to cook proper healthy meals !!! )
All men objects are considered useless and a man without his gadgets is considered poor and unattractive, so if you get to have a nice garage, a nice car, nice clothes you will get the attention of the ladies and when you think she likes you ... she knows her only purpose is to make you sell your useless stuff just to buy for her vital stuff like jewelery, fur coats, expensive perfumes and soon you will end up walking at work wearing cheap clothes thinking about the horrible designer furniture bought by your wife with your money.
Men are pigs ... of course we are !!! what do you expect from a person which got his dreams crushed, he will drink his kindness out and he will come back for what is his.
Of course not all women are such men exploiting dictators, there are a lot of women which enjoy riding a bike, have good cooking skills, don't dream about diamond encrusted golden anal plugs, get pleasure from a nice hike in the woods, like to jog with their partners, wont complain about the small diamond in their ring, appreciate a bunch of field flowers ... they deserve to be respected.
Back to the the subject, human beings can achieve a certain comfort with less effort and still we need more and more, all the efforts for extra wealth are for nothing, everything is just an illusion, instead of taking care of our health,enjoying quality time with friends and family and take trips to foreign places we work extra hours for a better car or for a bigger apartment. The rush for wealth made us humans forget about the things that really matter and how much it matters to do what you like and accept what other people like. Sooner or later we will die and we can chose between dieing as a wealthy and unaccomplished middle aged person, or dieing as a satisfied old person with great stories for the grandchildren.
Right now I'm happy with what I have and what I'm about to accomplish on the material part and in the relationship with my gnarly girlfriend ... still we make plans to expand our "empire", I hope we will know when to stop gathering and start enjoying our lives.
Some of my friends knew that I'm dreaming about a black FMX 650, they also knew I had the money for it and were disappointed that I chose to spend my economies for my own place but this feels like the right thing to do now because it makes me happy and it also makes me independent, yay !!! these are the first steps towards my satisfaction ... perhaps the bike will carry us to foreign places.


Yes I know I'm a weird person some people refer to me as the new Messiah but I'm only a genius in my early years.

/over "My name is Earl" time

Hip hop is back !!!

Dude I was waiting for the new Rammstein ... it came out on Friday, its fine and dandy same stuff with more kink, after listening the entire album a few times it got boring like a German bratwurst. I was hopping for smart lyrics and awesome instrumentals, well the only thing I managed to remember was: LOVE IS HERE FOR EVERYBODY I WILL HURT YOU BECAUSE I'M A SADISTIC UGLY GERMAN ROCKER, THE END IS NEAR MY DARLING, YOU HAVE A PUSSY I HAVE A DICK, AUTO BAHN, and of course WAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA HUBIDIBUBLA UUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGHHHHHHH ( these being the cool special efect screams ). I'm sorry but I wont buy the album and I'm not anymore impressed with their costumes and the sorry anorexic keyboard playing clown.
Disappointed as I was with the Rammstein album I went AGAIN to see some apartments ... found one this time, already payed an advance and in a couple of weeks we should be able to move in, fire works, happy thoughts, all the positive feelings managed to put a smile on my face. On my way home Method Man was singing on the radio about street life, respect, gangsters and since I'm a thug raised on the though streets of Baia Mare ( I even had to hustle wild chestnuts for a living )I enjoyed every word. Changed into my home clothes and after I cleaned my room the 1st thing I was about to do is to listen to some pimpalicious gangster shake that ass Method Man music. HUGE surprise !!! a new Method Man featuring Red Man album available and man I was dancing like a thug in my baby duck slippers ... it's a combo fuckers !!! The only 2 guys which kept me listening to the black music were NAS and MOS DEF, they are amongst the few who managed to keep it real and now they got some top class reinforcements. Enjoy the new music video:

A-YO from Katie M Best on Vimeo.

Just to make things clear I'm not a fan of some random gangsters which managed to make a fortune without elementary school education, like 1/2 dollar or the small Wayne guy.

Peace out !!!

Like a plant ... lazy plant

I'm pretty much in a lazy mood these days, nothing is interesting enough to catch my attention, things at the office are not how I want them to be, I'm tired with this whole apartment search, at least the weather is loyal and plays along with snow, rain, chili winds and gray clouds. Today the new Rammstein album comes out, I'm pretty curious about the sound and the lyrics, I hope it's going to be a good distraction from the old school weed/hip hop/hood movies and comics which killed my time this week. The movies were ok ... Chris Rock made a good Eazy-E in CB4, Dave Chapelle killed it in Half Baked but the highlight of my last week was an interesting comic montage, a waste of paper and time but still pretty clever, enjoy:

VIDEOGIOCO by Donato Sansone from Enrico Ascoli - Sound Design on Vimeo.

instead of a cool fare well formula I will present you a picture of my imaginary golden Nazi gnome friend and his best "Heil Hitler" salute

Celebrity news

Hollow articles, news papers or magazines without substantial information get sold in thousands and thousands of copies, usually the buyers don't even read all the articles and still they keep buying them for no reason, in fact this became the nr.1 problem for humanity and when they solve this one, the cure for cancer, the origins of the universe, reaching the speed of light and other unessential stuff will be solved by Kate Moss after a blow session. Are we seriously attracted by Lindsay Lohan's genital warts ? or does anybody care about Kelly Osbourne witch is nothing more than Ozzy's uglee daughter, send all the gossip journalists + all the paparazzi + all the wannabe's into the most remote part of Siberia and in max 6 months they will have a local celebrity magazine ... 1st page title "Perez Hilton ate yellow snow". Recently the Nobel prize winners were announced but nobody wrote more than 10 rows about the people which won them and about their work, yay !!! they wrote about Barack ( we are close friends ) winning the Nobel peace prize and yes he is peaceful, he also is the president of a country with a few ongoing wars and an astonishing high tech arsenal. Is Barack a celebrity ? or is he a public person ? ... he received the media credit for this edition and its understandable because the other Nobel prize winning physicians,chemists, doctors, writers don't have under their command the US military and they're not even married to Jacky Obama or is it Michelle Kennedy ?
I'm proud that I share the same citizenship with Herta Muller the 2009 literature Noble price winner, yes she is a smart Romanian person and like any other smart Romanian person she phucked off and left "the land of choice" as soon as she had the opportunity ( emigrated in Germany in the 80's ). The Romanian celebrity gossip scene is now investigating her roots, reveal her dark and horrible past " Herta Muller lived in a small German town, in a small house" ... stone the Biatch !!! It's a shame that we don't appreciate the true values and brilliant minds like Henry Coanda, Constantin Brancusi and now Herta Muller which had to achieve extraordinary performances in a foreign place because they hungered in their country. It's easier to appreciate a blond tramp flashing her tits in front of the camera than following a bunch of guys encoding the DNA on an empty stomach.
If we keep going like this we will end up as a bunch of fucktards with Victoria Beckham as president.

This was deep ...

Aaaaaciu !!!

Winning the lottery

Never played it but I'm still hoping to win it someday and if the all mighty gambling demon will put in my pocket a winning ticket, I will reinvent the word eccentric.
Here are a few things I'm going to do:
- I'm going to pay a club owner to kick out all the people in the club and I will tango the bodyguards while listening to turbonegro
- I would buy myself a slave
- I would only wear costumes, superman costumes, wonder woman costumes ( without the thong ), are there any Mojo Jojo costumes available ?
- I would pay Quincy Jones to compose my personal bad ass soundtrack
- I would get a job as a janitor and I will pay the general manager to do my work
- I would transform my parents apartment into a huge sub woofer( speakers instead of windows )
- I would play commercials on the sub woofer
- I would make old people carry my grocery
- I would buy out all the seats in the bus and make everybody stand
- I would build a statue of me sitting on the couch, with a built in hydraulic arm which will swing a whip, with drums in background ... a build in motion sensor will whip the passing slaves
- I would corrupt the local authorities for the permission to place my statue in the town center
- I would build myself a crematory and make things disappear for the mafia
- I would buy a license to kill
- I would build a platform into international waters, call it a tax paradise, get all the worlds investors and create a flourishing free country ( everything legal except iPhones ), with its own time zone and I would give it a really bad ass name which I cant come up with right now.
- I would drive a steam roller when I'm going out with my lady
- I might play the lottery

so .... yeah I guess I forgot about things like getting a nice house, a nice car and nonessential bullshit like this.

boing boing ....

Are the pro's dead ?

Mneah ... I will become a rich homeless guy, the real estate agents in my town are a bunch of dildos and obviously they don't want my money. Till now I've changed 2 agents, 1st agent was a female freak with the wrong attitude, she took us to see 2 apartments but instead of the sleazy bullshit agent talk she was an aggressive cunt which tried to intimidate us into buying her apartment so my sidekick decided to dump the gorilla and for a moment we feared the consequences. The second agent was a hillbilly disguised in a busy man, he forgot about our 1st meeting, he was late on our 2nd meeting and yesterday when we took our parents to see the apartment we liked he didn't show up, so of course everybody got angry and we left, 5 minutes after we left he called my girl friend and started brutalizing her over the phone, when I was about the turn the car around just to show him the chemical reaction between my brass knuckle and his soon to be teeth less mouth my girl went mental, interrupted the wankers pleading and hell broke lose, from ak47's, dark ages, the return of the Nazis, barbed wire bondage, deep throat, red hot needles everything was mentioned ... the redneck was horrified and remained silent until she made him present his excuses for being a jiralhanae ( retarded lunatic, word used to describe someone who is really fucked up mentally - Korean slang)
I was shocked and I'm still thinking if she has cock in her pants, not to mention I'm amazed about her slang knowledge,the white trash agent deserved it and to be honest I feeling proud of her.
Sales are an amazing thing if you do them right and take proper care of your clients, I'm a bit into sales myself, sales are awesome, just the feeling you get when you make the clients buy your stuff, the whole walzer involved before selling, the smooth bullshit professional talk gives me satisfaction. "Client's feed me" that's my golden rule when it comes to sell something, if the client doesn't like the walz I'm going to dance the polka or everything else and I would dance his dance 5 minutes before he will enter the ball room.

So today we'll get to know one of the best sales agents in my town, I hope he knows the macarena.

Future Pulitzer award winning brutalist over and out !

Road rage !

Weeeehaaaaaaaa !!! I'm driving a car and everybody should take care because I'm entitled to do whatever I desire and nothing should stay in my way !!!
People become some kind of warriors when they get behind the steering wheel, a simple drive to the market is like the siege for Cameltoe (or is it Camelot ?), even the smallest prick has a bad temper and is always ready to fight you. If you feel really tough and have a mood to fight just take your car out for a spin and don't signal when you change lanes, when you drive in front of another car hit the brake with no reason, when the traffic lights go green take your time and finish your cigarette, keep honking at other drivers and in a few minutes you will find another flinty driver to fight with. Usually the roadrager fights are pathetic, they keep pushing each other, they swear at each other but none has the courage to deliver the nice well aimed son of a bitch nose punch and usually the wife's are the ones who end the public masquerade with a well executed firm ninja testicle grab maneuver and drag the wimp back to the car.
I find it very curious that drivers don't kill each other because all of them and by all I mean even the nun drivers have a some kind of a self defense tool, some of them have entire arsenals ... I don't know if the angry wussies are afraid to use them or the driving license psychological tests are so accurate. From time to time the police raids the cars to get new equipment for the officers and if you see a guy dressed in pajamas with a reflecting jacket, a fire extinguisher and a red and white crowbar you don't worry it's the law on duty !

I'm also carrying a device in my car just to make sure I'm ready for the attack, like you know I always fight with style and my weapon of choice is a brass knuckle ... well a fencing rapier would be more stylish but I look like a fagot with it.
If you really want to fight like a man, receive and deliver punches you should follow the cars parked in front of boxing gyms and voila you have the chance to prove yourself in front of a pro. boxer.

Cheers !!!

Am I getting it ?

Wow !!! woke up this morning seriously worried, had a strange night with psychedelic dreams/nightmares combined with strong muscle contraction, almost felt like in a 3D cinema. Next year I'll start a psychology faculty, man if I could control my brain I could get high for free and probably would make a fortune if I could teach other people to get "brain high". Just imagine walking along a nice purple road surrounded by Antoni Gaudi designed industrial buildings which blow smoke circles out of their chimneys while listening to my girlfriends dog opinion about the human kind. Midgets steering unicorn pulled rickshaw's greeting polite while passing by, giant light bugs sleeping on street poles and my best mates enjoying a kraftwerk concert in a bar without entrance. Weird stuff if you ask me now and still some people pay lots of money for bad tasting but so inspirational shrooms. Just to complete these awesome dreams each step I took, each stumble and each gesture I dreamed felt extra special real due to muscle contraction imitating the normal body reaction to the imagined situation. After waking up, for a moment I thought I'm getting the Parkinsons or I'm starting to discover my super human powers ... the only thing I got was an early wake up similar to this:

I'm wondering if the dog was right, are we really just an experiment with limited resources meant to proof how long will it take until we will eat each other up.

ok breakfast time !

Be nice and ze basterds will walk over you

Yep you're right this is another rage post and God damn it I will build myself a nuclear bomb.
Everybody expects to be respected but they wont give back the respect, if you behave, don't swear and shout when you have a small verbal dispute you are considered a weakling and will be feed shit until you do something. I'm done with this bullshit, in the past few weeks I've been disrespected by all sorts of disabled morons but from now on I will be an asshole, I'm dead serious about this.
Last week I've been to a few banks to check out the credit conditions for buying a house, I kept the formality and used Mr. or Ms. when I talked, the rude fuckers used my name and I tend to believe its just a psychological bravado meant to intimidate clients, I was not impressed by this circus so I got out my HUGE balls presented them to the credit person, bitch slapped him twice instantly I became MR. Andy and out of nowhere I had lots of options + benefits. My theory proved to be accurate as a Swiss watch, If you explode and get aggressive your presence will be respected, of course they will talk shit about you in your absence but if you find out you're entitled to raise hell and make the scum balls look stupid ... too shy to yell and scream like a motherfucker ? don't be !!! they will do the same thing to you.
Never liked to act like an asshole but sometimes, some people deserve it, whether its a colleague who likes to use you to get copies done for him, pick up stuff for him just because its more comfortable to do so,or whether its the perfect healthy family member which likes to delegate you for a cup of soda when you are in the middle of lunch, you should brace yourself and say NO ! beware they will try to make you do it, keep your position don't back off because they didn't use the word PLEASE in their pathetic request and since you are not a soldier/slave/robot you should not take orders especially from people who:
-don't sign your checks,
-made a habit exploiting other peoples,
-are not your parents/grandparents
-are not close and reliable friends
-are not disabled
-are not the ones you care about
-are not Chuck Norris
So if somebody will bother you again with this kind of dumb favor requests you should ask him if he would do the same thing for you, probably the person will giggle and say no, well if he doesn't sign your check and doesn't fulfill all the crap I wrote above you shouldn't do it and you don't owe an explanation for your decision.
Anyway I would rather come along with people but when I have to choose between being considered an asshole or a smiley face gay puppet I prefer the 1st option.

Self declared internet tough guy over and out !!!



P.S. I like purple !

Uber positive people make me sick

Have you ever had the feeling that the uber positive douche which gives away compliments for no reason should get hes teeth knocked out ?
Like any other normal person out there I have my up's and down's, when I'm happy you can see I'm happy, when I'm sad it rains ... usually people get sad or happy for a certain reason, but not this positive freaks they are happy and I tend to believe they are faking it just to piss me off.
These Hare Krishna dip shits have nonsense values, they appreciate and follow all sorts of shady meditation practices while enjoying a nice cup of warm piss, they get really serious about the zodiac and its strange how they always find the good part in it even if it says "you are going to be gang ass raped at 1pm" they will react like "It can be a good experience, probably I will get rid of these pesky hemorrhoids", if they have a really bad car accident and unfortunately survive they will thank God for the sunny weather ... YOU WASTED YOUR CAR START CURSING !!!!
If you have the luck to get stuck with one of them you will wish the Grinch will appear soon, if you are queuing with one, he will start talking about the faith that brought you together and how beautiful life is even if you made it clear that you were there to get your new ID and he should talk in the other direction because his breath smells like piss, he will appreciate your brute sincerity, will become happier and will talk even more. God bless if you share a hospital room with one of them, he will compliment how good you look after an open shinbone fracture and how cute is the full leg cast but now is the right moment to make the douche feel miserable and cry like a baby, you only have to ask nice whats he in for and no mater what the answer is you should say that your friend died in excruciating pain for the same reason and the disease is caused by the hyper positivity ... continue to scare the shit out of him and when he gets desperate put a smile on your face and ask him to get a bed in the morgue

This will wake him up from his orgasmic positivity, it might make him realize that all the piss he drank was for nothing and meditation without having something real to think about is useless.

Facts about my grandfather

- he is my grandfather
- he can kick your grandfather's ass
- he won world war 2
- he loves my grandmother
- he is a cyborg
- he showed Chuck Norris how to wear a beard
- he wont wear a kilt
- he snores
- he traveled alone to the center of the earth
- he speaks the gypsy language
- he likes chocolate
- he is an X games platinum medalist
- he has royal blood
- Frank Sinatra was my grandfathers stunt double
- he outran Usain Bolt
- he cant get a tattoo, sharp needles get blunt if they come in contact with his skin
- he never got the flew
- he trained Pele
- Scarface the movie was inspired by his life
- he thought Kal-El how to fly
- he read all the books ever written
- Gene Kelly took dancing lessons from my grandfather
- he built the sarcophagus for the Chernobyl reactor barehanded
- he simultaneous won the Nobel award for peace and war
- he barbecued Road Runner for Easter
- he is the real Stig
- he decided the distances between the planets in the universe
- he wrote wikipedia
- he can call you via telekinesis
- he invented the "mind fuck" genre
- he is the only guy who works on Christmas dressed in a red suit
- he knows all the jokes/pranks
- he is such a bad ass even Tommy Lee got scared of him

Best grandpa ever ... keep it going dude !!!

Nneka is awesome !!!

Nigerian artist moved to the US and like most black artists her stile is a mix between R&B, jazz, hip hop, pop and African highlife, anyway she's different ... and she will get an Emmy because I say so !

Nneka - Heartbeat .flv
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The fat fucks !!!

So my girlfriend convinced me into getting a 1 room apartment so we are looking for apartments now, we went yesterday to see one at the 10th floor in one block. We met with 2 ladies which took us to see the apartment, to get to the 10th floor we had to take the elevator by turn 1st me + my girlfriend and the other 2 ladies separately because they were so ginormous, I was about to tell them that a walk up to the 10th floor would help them get a hearth attack and spare us with their unpleasant presence. Once at the 10th floor more fat fucks joined us from other apartments so we had the 2 fat ladies + 1 hairy fat boar which insisted to tell us jokes about apartments ( he was lucky he had a good flow and I could not interrupt him with my best sweaty pig joke )+ 1 fat wife with her eyes popped out + 1 50 kg 7 year old kid, I felt like I was a Slim Fast sales agent preaching about diets based on chocolate and stakes for the bloby crowd. There we were in the pig stall when I had this brilliant business idea, based on the "before and after" pictures showed on the teleshopping channels I will open "The before picture model agency" and make my models eat until they look like Jabba the Hut, even made yesterday my 1st shoot in collaboration with an agency called "Heroic Freak Finder" check out the result:

The apartment was a mess, the balcony felt like it was about to fall, the parquet was complaining about the owners weight, the walls had water infiltration marks ... so we started to complain about this stuff in hope they will drop the price but no they started to bitch around about the great investment with this apartment and the real estate value in the area, anyway I told them my opinion about the value of their 10th floor shit hole. On our way out the fat boar showed us how to use the elevator without closing the doors in hope we will appreciate his extreme ( fat ) style and since he showed me a trick I wanted to show him my trick but its complexity made me not pass my knowledge to him instead I will draw a scheme called "cheapest way to kill 5 fat fucks" ... check it out:

Well I just told everybody that I'm not fat people friendly especially wise ass fat people, if you get fat because you eat more than enough and don't get any exercise you will die, if you are fat already and try to lose weight you will fail ... if you don't fail you are welcomed in my exclusive anti obesity club.
The reality is that I'm just frustrated that in order to get an apartment I have to visit all sorts of shady places with odd owners.

/late for work ... bye !

Hard work ....

Ah crap I'm in a bad mood these days, besides my awesome job I'm also responsible with the season changing which is quite depressing, especially when I have to close the summer season and bring up the suicidal autumn mood. This year I delayed autumn intentionally because I knew the roads needed a quick fix before the everlasting rains. After a quick chat with the intergalactic road work president we agreed to fix my street just to make sure I will have a smooth ride in my limo each morning and just to show me how much of a douche he is he promised that 5 of his best engineers will take care of the works using latest extraterrestrial steam rollers.
Gosh these guys were good !!! I'm an universal expert but I've never seen so much professionalism into road works.
Check this picture out, the 5 highly qualified PHD engineers are scanning the density of the earth surrounding the road with their sonar hearing ( I have this also but hearing Barrack Obama farting in the White House gets annoying ):


Huh ??? whats up autobahn specialists ? your technology is outdated ... try the new snoreandsleeplikeapigforaliving schemes and your road will be so smooth you will have to hire gypsies to put holes in them.

Ok fellows, I have to invent some revolutionary gizmo so I wont lose more of my precious time to share with you my outrageously wast and gnarly knowledge.

Time killer

We all have those lazy days at the office when the work gets done in the 1st couple of hours and after a few more phone calls the work is done but we still have to wait and get bored, usually I start cleaning my desk, this takes maximum 10 minutes and the boring nightmare continues. I called in a few strippers they got me bored, almost felt asleep with the midget circus I had in my small office ( never hire midgets to entertain you ) I even booked Michael Jackson to perform in my office and the coward faked his death because he knew I would be disappointed ... I even tried to get aliens to land in the yard but I can't stand their stench.
When I thought I got so cool and nothing on this sorry planet could entertain me some guy sent me this awesome super phun time site.
Ladies and gentleman I would like to introduce you the one and only certified ( by me ) time killing device: Stumble upon when you enter this magnificent realm you will find in your browsers upper left corner the "Stumble" button to discover the best of the web.
This site is the best invention since the DVD rewinder.

Whoosh !!!

Real life or connected ?

These days more and more young men and women have to make this choice. Why ? well my opinion is that we live in a cruel world and everybody tends for that perfect look, the fat wallet, popularity or whatever is cool these days, unfortunately not all of us can get these certain things and some choose to isolate themselves in the perfect online world.
Right now I'm in a struggle to understand how the above mentioned think and what makes them choose to live this lonely life, I don't care about all geeks and other freaks which refuse to live their lives, I kinda care about a guy I consider one of my best friends and I have a feeling that he makes a big mistake by refusing any social interaction. Me and this guy grew up together at the beginning we didn't really came along because we both had huge ego's and couldn't figure out a way to get along, it got so far we even had to fight and the bastard kicked my ass, anyway we grew up and solved the ego problems and I consider him a pleasant company because we can talk hours about all sorts of stuff.
If you get to know this guy you will realize that he is really competitive and his ambitions become his obsessions, and it's a shame he wont focus on productive activities. A couple of years ago he told me about this awesome online game and that he will get it and try it to see if it is so awesome as some describe it, he bought the game as time passed he got hooked to it. Each time we meet he told me how complex this game is and I should join so we can play together, well I didn't join because I was to cheap to pay the 14 euro's each month for this game. For a period of time he managed to keep in balance his life and his gaming hobby, when the financial crisis hit our country he had to move with his job into another city so he quit, after quitting his job he started to play more and more and even if he had more free time we meet each other very rare. At this point I cant reach him, I try to contact him each day but he wont answer my calls and I know he is in the house because I can see that his PC monitor is turned on. I invited him to go out skiing or swimming with me and my girlfriend but he keeps refusing our invitations.
I hope he will read this and I hope it will open his eyes, because he is wasting his life for a stupid game.

Thinking whether to E-mail him a link to my blog, I guess he will get angry and deny what I wrote ....

/over

TV series

Addictive shit isn't it ?
I read somewhere that people become addicted to anything which provides a certain satisfaction ... so basically people get addicted to everything, we have sweets addiction, internet porn addiction, internet addiction ( more about this one tomorrow ), gambling addiction, cough syrup addiction, breast milk addiction ( the period when the baby gets off the breast milk and everybody blames his devilish behavior on the growing teeth ), shopping addiction, tobacco addiction, work addiction ( which is the stupidest one ever invented, we should get all workaholics together and sue the addiction ministry , because its obvious some shady government project )and a lot more even TV series addiction.
Do you know people who watch each day 1 or more episode of their favorite TV series and after that talk with other people about the series ? well they are addicted and if they start to tell you about how marvelous these series are you will become curious and get addicted sooner or later. I'm a sucker for awesome TV series and it all started with "Malcolm in the middle" loved each episode but still it didn't had that necessary something to get me hooked and everything changed when I started to follow THE SOPRANOS, man I tell you THE SOPRANOS were the best, I've seen the whole series in 2 weeks. When The Sopranos ended I was devastated, I missed Paulie Walnuts so I had to get something strong to replace Soprano addiction and I still follow this treatment which is a consistent dose of TV series / week and right now I'm following a few TV shows like: Weeds, Eureka, Everybody Hates Chris, LA INK, Entourage, Family Guy, South Park and when the brakes between the seasons come I like to watch old series like The A Team, Knight Rider, Magnum, Starsky and Hutch and a few others.
I guess this is a good addiction but it also has a few down sides, for instance I suffered like a dog when they did 2 endings for Prison Break ... the show was ruined because of these 2 alternative endings and the worst part is that poor Michael died in both. The above mentioned TV shows are like a light drug addiction but there are also the "heroin TV shows" like "the young and the restless", you are pretty much fucked if you get addicted to that, how do you feel when you know that your favorite TV show will outlive you and I'm not talking about the seniors here because the seniors are motivated to outlive Matlock.
So my young padawans choose your addiction wisely, may the force be with you !!!!

WOW !!! a Star Wars series would be dope ! George ?

Russians know reggae !!!

Everybody knows the Marley's the father started the business and out of nowhere his 125 sons, 67 girls and other close relatives are all over the radio stations. Are they the ones who represent reggae ? Yes maybe a few of them are really good artists and when you hear Marley you think of reggae or Rastafari and it's theirs, nobody can take it away.
There are a lot of artists and bands who promote reggae music, check out this rad russian band, they are kinda good even if I can't understand 1 word ... enjoy:

iBBQ

While browsing the web I found an extraordinary site about how to barbecue like an ace.
Usually I'm into light food like tuna salads or nice cheese dishes and of course like every sinner I enjoy some well done spare ribs or delicious grilled chicken wings. Eating and enjoying the good taste of a well done piece of meat is only half the satisfaction, the other half is provided by preparing the food ... nice marinade sauce, the grill at the perfect temperature, the sound of the meat on the hot grill and of course sharing everything with people I like. Grilling is really inspiring for me, almost like meditation , it gives me great yet simple ideas, makes me realize that the best things in life are simple like this rewarding piece of grilled meat and if I had a glass of vine before, Nietzsche and the other guys are no match for me the great barbecue philosopher. I would grill everywhere and every season and I have serious thoughts to build in my parents garden the best barbecue pit ever, I even have some rad ideas how to create the perfect one and who knows maybe I will integrate a small smoker into my design. My girlfriend is my BBQ queen, I only see barbecue done with meat and red flesh but she likes to put some vegetables on the grill and man I tell you those grilled onions, the grilled peppers and any other stuff that she prepares are almost as good as the best stake.
Until I've seen some barbecue masters at work I thought barbecuing is something for savage hillbillies but damn I was wrong, I like to eat healthy and I do my best to do so but a well grilled chicken breast, a well grilled stake or a nice grilled fish fillet with nice steamed vegetables and some awesome cheese are way better than a deluxe dish served by a fully waxed naked virgin in some fancy restaurant.
Check out this extraordinary web page meant as a present for humanity those guys know how to feed your stomach and while preparing the food your mind gets transmuted into a relaxing dimension
BBQ PIT BOYS <<<<<<<<< Click HERE
Enjoy the videos and have fun while grilling, check the guy's voice ... he could tame the Tasmanian Devil

Cheers !!!

P.S. just got down from the garage roof an hour ago ... zing !!!

DIY phenomenon

I'm sure you all know about the do it yourself TV shows/series/guides were some person teaches the majority how do get stuff done for free, without paying some overall wearing guy to do really simple work. Man I like these do it yourself thingies, you can get really good hints from watching them, the best part is that you can get everything done by watching DIY videos.
I started watching diy origami videos ( I had a period when I had to impress my girlfriend and I tried my best to get a really nice origami flower bouquet and eventually I had to buy real flowers because I couldn't resist more paper cuts between my fingers ... but this is another story ) it continued with diy awesome food, you can get simple and uber complicated things done by watching these guides for instance I've seen diy hearth surgery, diy intercontinental ballistic missile, diy methamphetamine, diy moonshine and the list can continue but I only tried the ones I mentioned.
So I really feel like a two time genius when I do stuff myself and it works.
My father is biggest diy fan, he does everything himself but I tell you it's hell to work with him, he is such a difficult person to work with I prefer to work alone and even if I put some nails in wood or dig a hole he has to act like a bitch and make me read the users manual for the hammer or the God damn shovel. Luckily we don't work so often together but today instead of waking up at 10 I had to help him repair the roof on our garage so we started at 8 am, just the thought of working with him next day kept me awake all night. So while having breakfast he already started to get dressed, he put on some shorts and an T-shirt and I asked him how come he wont wear his SS officer uniform and of course he got pissed of. There we were on the roof, we removed the old tiles, we got rid of some rotten wood he already got tired and began to lose his temper, he started to pick on me or corrected my work for no reason, while revealing his master plan by using his hands to indicate positions on the roof I moved my arms and he got really angry because I'm imitating his gestures and for the next 10 minutes I laughed like insane ... how can somebody be so paranoid ?
After we removed the old roof he started measuring and measuring and measuring we only had to lay 4 wooden beams with equal distance between each other on a 4 meter wide roof and give them a small slope so the water will drain, we worked 9 hours just to to mount the 4 beams, he told me he will lay the tiles on Monday and that he will be done before I come from work. I don't believe him !
He is really rigorous in everything what he does, he is a retired engineer and likes to use space craft standards in whatever he is building, the roof will be bomb proof that's for sure but it's not worth to get everything to the millimeter the roof will stand just fine it will last the same period of time and will do his job even if it doesn't have a perfect symmetry. Well he is my beloved father and his way to get stuff done, can't blame him.

OK tomorrow is Sunday and on Sunday even the divinity takes a day off ... so no awesome stories on Sunday

Have a great weekend !!!

Porn sells !!!

Everything gets pornolized starting from gaming sites and ending up with industrial rock music.
I'm not worried about the children who watch piece of shit TV shows were the host's assistants are almost naked, I'm worried about porn getting into everything.
There is this gaming site they organize each day a poll were the users vote for the pic. of the day, the pictures are not something unusual except the ones on Friday's which are pictures picked from random porn sites. Usually the winning picture has 20 up to 40 votes but on Friday ... 40 votes are for the losers, to win the Friday poll almost 100 votes are needed. Gaming goes porn soon EA will release Need For Strippers - Tune Your Boobs, news papers have already boobs and celebrity crotches on the 1st page.
We are already able to see the pornolization consequences, women and girls ( not all of them ) tend to look more and more like pornstars, they go trough this "change your look" process in the
- 1st stage they bleach their hair, get a crisp brown tan, start wearing a huge amount of make up
- 2nd stage they wear these ridiculous clothes, I mean why would somebody wear short skirts and a tiny T-shirt while shopping for Christmas gifts in winter ? we have really cold winters your junk might freeze honey ! In the summer time they wear leggings ( which sometimes look like gimp suit pants ) and boots or even clear hills ... it's just not right.
- 3rd stage marry some rich old fart which is usually shorter
- 4th stage they want to become singers or actresses some of them even become assistants for some TV show host.
Even men try their best to look like a pornstar they start shaving their legs, work out, put an excessive amount of gel in their hair, get their eyebrows done, manicure and pedicure treatments, wear white clothes and do other disgusting things that I don't even know about.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not some kind of women hater or some dirty male gorilla but some things are not supposed to be used in selling stuff, yes I know it's cheaper and easier to sell a magazine/tv show/newspaper by showing boobs instead of offering a high quality product or clever entertainment, people are dumb enough and we will become apes in a short period of time if we are constantly feed with this crap !
The main reason I chose to write about this is because the new Rammstein video for their new single called Pussy. Rammstein always had these really cool mindfuck video's, psychological gymnastics were played in order to shock the viewer and create the "crippled dog effect" ( you all know the feeling when you see a disgusting crippled animal and you just cant get your eyes of it because of the sick human curiosity ) The new "Pussy" music video was launched on a porn site because it is really really nasty way nastier than the stuff Rammstein used us with and its a wake up call, it warns us that we are not far from becoming sex obsessed inbreed swines and it's a shocking way to make a point. I'm pretty sure the single will sell just because its porn more or less and I seriously doubt that the majority will get the message ... anyway here is the clip and don't you dare to click play if you are under 18


I should talk my boss into hiring a hooker and offer her services along with our products, our sales should go sky high.

Cheers !!!

Stuff I like even if I have to sweat like a donkey

So to make things clear I wont write stuff about my hyper active and extraordinary sex life instead I will share my hiking experience.
Last Sunday my girlfriend's phone rang even she answered quickly and talked quietly it still woke me up, after she finished talking she got a grin on her face and I immediately asked if she's horny, she suddenly lost her grin and told me that her best friend asked if we would like to take them on the Cock's Ridge ... hey !!! nothing sexual right ?
After a quick breakfast and a quick check on the weather forecast we were on our way, we met our friend's and we divided quickly dudes hang out with dudes and the girls should walk together. Before we attacked the mountain we skipped the stretching instead we had each a glass with palinca ( about 60% )just so to make sure we have enough subjects to discuss until we reach the top and of course be prepared if we get snake bites.
After a week in a crazy city were everybody chases after something a hike in the woods is more relaxing than a massage made by Lucy Liu, and after the palinca glass I had serious thoughts of moving in the woods and live with the bears but my girlfriend made sure I forget about this and reminded that I have to focus on important things like an apartment/house, car and just for a combo she mentioned something about marriage.
Since me and my girl were the only ones in our group who were before on the ridge everybody asked if the road is hard of course its not hard its like a walk in the park just a little bit longer, I kept the raising the crew's morale and when we reached the last and most difficult part and they started to lose their breath I took the lead and escaped from the platoon like Lance Armstrong in Tour de France, the ascent in that particular part is hard but nothing for a stud like me. As I reached the top I felt like I accomplished something, at the beginning I was a bit confused and felt like an asshole for leaving my friends behind but after a quick chat with the little red guy on my shoulder we agreed that I'm a winner and I should feel proud. So it was a great day and looking forward for the next Sunday hike at the Horses Waterfall near Borsa.
Here are a few pics ... enjoy:






Beat this Bear Grylls !

I make things look better

I should play in some TV commercials, companies would have huge sales after people see me advertising stuff. Besides that I'm aware I am a sex symbol and outrageously cool I realized objects tend to get a special glow in my presence, only applies to objects that I like.
For instance the company which I work for has 3 Dacia Logan with the same color same engine and a few other better cars and still the car I'm driving looks way better than the other cars, it almost competes with the Lexus owned by my boss ( but keep this a secret he'd might want to trade cars ). So I don't know if I look at my company car in a different manner but fact is that some of my coworkers would change their company car with mine or they might even try and steal it from me. It's true I keep it clean and take care of it and I only expect it to look cleaner than the other 2 identical cars but it's more like a Dacia Logan goddess than a clean Dacia Logan. This extraordinary gift that I have gets me a lot of enemies because from 2 identical objects I always get the better looking one, not to mention that some people think I'm a douche for having superior gear. All the kids in the neighborhood had Super Nintendo's mine was an epic console and it even had a name. If you appreciate the stuff that you own and take extra special care of them they mess with your brain they posses you somehow and transform you in a carebear.

Over and out
Signed: The better looking carebear

This is it !!!

So this is it !!! a new Michael Jackson movie is coming out next month, it will be in theaters for only 2 weeks and this is it !!!
As a child I was a huge MJ fan I never understood what he's singing about but I liked his moves and I always knew that little Diana will become a Dirty Diana as a grown up. I remember the day that my father brought home a nice white VHS cassette with "teh Michael Jackson movie" so my mother cooked like mad for 1 week, we handed out invitations in our neighborhood, people thought I'm getting married with 6 ... but no !!! they were invited to watch Michael Jackson's Moonwalk. Seen the movie learned the moves and became the superstar, it was my favorite movie until the Tommy Lee vs Pamela Anderson movie ... and from that moment on I became the genre fan and even learned some moves.
I'm looking forward to download an illegal copy of this movie and watch it for free while sitting comfortable in my bed, I'll never pay for such a movie meant to generate shit loads of money for some cash hungry wankers. Don't want to be an asshole but I bet one of my balls that this movie its going to be a piece of crap, and if Michael was alive he wouldn't agree to star in such a production probably made by the people who blamed him of being a pedophile/drug addict/ fag and other stuff.

Looks like a documentary of some sort and if they want a documentary based on Michael Jackson they should talk to Michael Moore.
Michael Moore would convince us that MJ faked his death to move on the ranch in Texas with G.W. Bush and 2Pac.