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Hello my dear and abandoned blog, hello dear readers ... whats up ?


I wont waste any words on how hard or stressful the last period of my life was, instead I will share my latest adventure. Just before Christmas I had a huge fight with my girlfriend and also with my beloved parents and I decided to piss all over them and take life in my own hands. Went to the bank retrieved all my savings and took the first flight to UK Liverpool John Lennon Airport. The weather in Liverpool was absolutely gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky and pretty warm I considered it to be my good luck charm.
The airport was very crowded, the Queen visited Liverpool and was about to leave on her private plane ... so what more can I ask for ? warm sunny day and I met the queen in my 1st day in the great UK.
Took a cab from the airport to the motel I've booked a room for the 1st week, taxi driver was the perfect stereotype, turban wearing six fingered punjabi with an appetite for small talk and sunflower seeds. Took a quick shower, unpacked my luggage and took a nap for the next couple of hours. A loud knock in the door woke me up, it was the cleaning service, the woman opened the door with her master key just before I managed to find the keys. The maid was in her late 20's and she had some sort of a condition but still she was a really nice presence and since she was my 1st contact I asked her for directions, the town hot spots, she kindly recommended a few pubs and public places ... got dressed and off I was. I landed in downtown Liverpool and entered the 1st pub I saw the people seemed tired and bored, got myself a glass of Orange juice and while studying the people around, the bartender asked me if I'm looking for somebody, I told him its my 1st day in Liverpool and continued to talk with him about various problems. The guy was a huge thing with soft eyes and it seemed he had a fierce reputation because all the other guests who knew him behaved and obeyed his directions. The next evening he invited me in the pub for the Christmas eve celebration. I got to know a lot of people, which were ready to die for FC Liverpool, I met a few interesting ladies also but the most interesting was my chat with Collin the pub owner which offered me a job around the pub ... job gladly accepted.
The following days I spent more and more time at the pub and tried to help around to get used with the work there, Collin told me not to get involved because my job will not be as a bartender or waiter and I should enjoy my time in the pub until the 3rd of January. So there I was enjoying life, meanwhile I got a room just above the pub, rent free and close to work and I was really happy with my other neighbors which worked as "cabaret" dancers. I felt like a newborn man with a new identity, everything was so nice, my neighbors were looking after me, Colin got me in touch with different peoples which couldn't wait to see me on my new job. The new years eve party was a blast, good food, really nice women, good music, nice chit chat with my new friends. While having my 1st coup of milk in 2010 Colin came up in my room and asked me to take his car near a small village and get some things from some people, he handed me a list with items and his car keys. After a quick look on the list I thought Colin is about to set up a game room of some sort, I had to pick up 3 LCD TV's, 2 laptops, some sort of receivers, and 4 hifi video cameras. The car was an old Vauxhall with a good engine and of course with the steering wheel on the wrong side. I met one of the guys from the pub on the side of the road in that village and he took me to a shed filled with state of the art electronic equipment which were probably stolen from somewhere. Got the stuff back to Colin's and we started to put the ware in place right away. Yep I was about to work at an illegal bookie agency, which had a boxing ring, metal doors, no windows, and well placed video cameras. Work started on Sunday evening with a full house and 3 boxing matches 2 between men and 1 between women, people placed bets on horses, on fighters, on football teams, cricket games ... and like a good bookie agency most of them lost. First couple of nights were my period of accommodation and after that I received nice tips on fights from Colin and I placed my own bets which got me my pay since nobody payed me a salary. Things were so great, I was living the good life, top models had to make appointments to take me out .... felt like a British prince. Work payed really well and I could afford Mondays and Tuesdays to fly over in London for quick escapades, fast cars, expensive clothes, easy women and good food.
Fuck me ! I'm quite the bullshitter ... a fucking gangster stereotype story which gets everybody' s attention.
Well my life lately was not so interesting, I'm still working in my apartment, still having the best relationship with my family and friends, not depressed ... just busy and willing to get work done for the new apartment which became my top priority.
Winter holidays passed really quick, had a nice trip in Hungary to some aqua park which I find quite boring, January got me engaged ... yes I bought a ring and I proposed ... she accepted. The bag of poss living under my parents apartment is still there waiting for another baby. Got a new neighbor which likes to shave in the window ... more about her in a future post ( got pics and vids :D )
The rest of the world still sucks hairy donkey balls ( you are an exception )and I felt asleep while watching a pirated version of the blue alien movie.

Spring what are you waiting for ????

since we like the Brits here is a bunch of tough fags singing a song for you


/mnom mnom toothpaste

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