The Tactical Error

OffTheCuff came screaming in at the last minute with the best answer. everyone knew about “the grenade”, no surprise there. that’s basic stuff.

here’s what they did wrong.

the approach and the mix set was no biggie, like i said, the open went well, the wing came in and the group looked to be having an over-all good time. then the 2 6’s gave the guys their chance and they fucked it up. when the 4 went to the bathroom, they (or even one for that manner) didn’t follow her. this is when the guys should have number closed and made an excuse to leave. i ALWAYS close the set, if she does….weak sauce. i’d have said something along the lines of this: “it’s been cool talking with you” (i’d have handed her my phone and told her to punch her number in), we’ll continue this later. besides, i need to get back to my boys. miss me.”

but they didn’t. and the 4 nuked ’em.

there you have it, when you see your opportunity…..and it might not be a large window to operate in; TAKE IT…and move on.

 


Books for guys that actually like to read

i know he’s kinda trendy and a bit raw, but i’ve always loved Bukowski. my favorite of his tomes is a collection of poems and includes one of my all-time favorite poems, “roll the dice”. every man needs to read this poem and internalize it. it is 100% red-pill and it’s message screams in your face. no need in beating around around the bush, the book is:

“All that really matters is how well you walk through the fire” by Charles Bukowski

Roll the Dice

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

___________________________

fuck yeah.

 

tonights band will be another sub-genre i love: shoe gazer. enjoy

 

 

 

 

 

 


Watching guys screw it up…can benefit you

i’d been wanting to share this for a while so i guess tonight is as good a night as any.

i was at my local when a group of 5 black guys sat next me. the interesting thing about that night was there was a table with 3 women dining alone. you NEVER see a group of just women at the local. the girls were: 2 soft 6’s and a 4 (the 4 was quite over-weight). finally one of the guys approached the table. i was about to leave but decided i wanted to watch the free show. after opening the 3 set, he chatted for about 15 minutes. now….out here white girls LOOOVE the brothers. it’s just funny that most of the brothers pick the BUSTED girls. doesn’t make sense to me but whatev’s. i digress. well after 15 minutes, dude came back and employed the assistance of a wing. here’s where it got interesting.

the guys appeared to be doing well, the girls were giving IOI’s and eventually the 4 got up and went to the bathroom. this is when the guys sat at the table. the 4 came back and the 5 of them chatted for about 30-45 minutes. i looked over at the guys friends and said. “your boys are going to fail in the most epic manner trying to close 2 6’s and a 4.” this got a nice chuckle from the guys. i said, “someone needs to go over there and help, they’re gonna need it. i already know how this is going to pan out. again….laughter. the guys all said they had no interest in joining that pick-up.

the girls paid their bills and got up, the guys followed suit and each guy stood before the girl he had been chatting up. they were talking for less than a minute when the 4 stood between the girls and dudes. she was shaking her head no, and making “no” hand gestures.

 

the guys tried but floundered. they followed the girls out and after 5 minutes came back inside and posted up with their friends and the friends told them what i said. i laughed, “you guys made a HUGE tactical error there fellahs.”

 

so…..i’d like to ask the class:

  1. what was the tactical error?
  2. what SHOULD they have done?

i’ll post my answer tomorrow. stay up.


Game of Thrones and an amazing update

IT IS I, THE DARK ONE-

danny’s busy with his stupid hockey game so i decided i was going to gush about the best thing to come out of HBO since bewbies on the TV: GAME OF FRICKIN’ THRONES!!!!

for the uninitiated, GOT is the story of 4 different kingdoms that are vying for power. the show has it all: blood, bewbies, midgets, swordplay, bewbies, and monsters. since i’m over my beloved skyrim and ran across this series and i informed danny that we WOULD be dvr’ing this. by now you should be well aware of my love of all things medieval, and this show is fricking awesome, marinated in awesome sauce, covered with a delectable awesome crust. the season ended with a beautiful blonde emerging from a fire surrounded by baby dragons.

HOLY FRICKIN’ HELL YEAH’S!!!!!!!

there’s a lot going on in season one and i can’t wait for season 2 to start next month. seriously, i haven’t been this excited since i killed 2 trolls and 3 knights LARP’ing with the guys. it was a pretty epic battle but i feel i wasn’t really killed since the sword BARELY touched my chest. i’m still sore with Forthen for making the call that i was dead.

season finale. NSFW. this made The Dark One a VERY happy Dark Lord.

since danny’s all into that game crap i thought i’d include this one as well.

there’s been an amazing update with my online gf PMSPRO/MissMalice/Spooky recently. she actually sent me correspondence. well, it’s weird cuz i never really realized she was into this kind of stuff. but apparently she’s into bondage or something cuz the letter i got from her said “restraining order”. it also mentioned something about “100 yards”. what i’m reading here tells me she wants me to i guess tie her up on a football field or something. whatever, i mean…..ladies choice. but….i’m psyched that she actually wrote me. it’s kind of weird because she keeps changing her blog handles, nukes her blogs (i always posted really good poems to her on her blogs), and changes her emails. i’m usually good at finding her new emails (thank you freedom of information act), so i can continue to shower her adoration. and i deliver some doozies. i think i told her something along the lines of, “my love for you shines brighter than a 1000 dawns pulled across the sky by a fleet of unicorns” (chicks dig unicorns). it really must have moved her because she was pretty speechless and simply responded with “stop, you’re scaring me.” oh yeah baby….oh yeah, i’m scared of losing you too sweetheart. i’m taking this that she wants more poems and attention, so if anyone has any good ideas, email danny so he can pass them along to me. thanks.

I HAVE SPOKEN.

LDS


BCG’s and geek game

sunday i decided to head to strip club for a beer. ok, you guys need to understand something….they know me there now. by and large the girls are cool, and it’s GREAT watching the girls work the guys. it’s important to point out that i’ve NEVER been asked to get a VIP dance. i get in, get my beer, sit at my table and keep to myself. there are 4-5 girls there that i’m cool with and they’ll come talk to me for 5 minutes then head right back out to get their hustle on. now, their not asking me for a VIP tells me they know i’m not a mark. and to be honest, the place is GOLD. i’m there an hour or two and i’ve never had a bad time. if it’s busy, i’ll hang out in the DJ booth and BS with her. for those of you that are unfamiliar….the DJ is the person to know in a strip club. take care of the DJ and yer golden.

well….sunday i decided to try something different. instead of wearing my regular izod tortoise shell glasses, i ran the BCG’s. BCG’s are “birth control glasses”. they’re called that because they’re SOOOOO damn gaudy that you’d NEVER get laid wearing them. look, these things are AWFUL. well, i threw them on, rocked a star wars shirt and headed to the strip club. well….

the girls LOVED the glasses. seriously, i look ridiculous in them, but i’ve got preselection on my side, so looking like a complete dork was charming and cute. it was slow that night so i had 3 of the girls i know sitting with me. 2 of them even took pics in my God awful glasses. look….

see, i told you the glasses are hideous.

try not to stare at the underboob.

i’d like to point out that these two are really cool, so if any commenters start talking shit about them, your comment will be nuked.

i heard this song at the club and i think it’s a GREAT theme for the SMP for a lot of the young girls today. kinda sad though.


Another Gem to use….Yer Welcome

since i’m in a great mood and the “don’t be fine” post was a hit i figured i’d share another line with you. you can use this on ANY woman. the key is that it can only be run on waitress’ and women in stores/supermarkets…etc. now, if it’s a waitress, after you’re done eating and she asks you how the meal was, look her dead in the eye and say with absolute seriousness and say the following-

“this was by far the greatest *whatever you ate* i’ve ever had in my entire life. i was thinking the birth of my child was the most epic event i ever witnessed….no. it was the burger i just ate. seriously….i could die now and i’ll be a happy Danny.” they always laugh when i do this.

if she works at a store or supermarket and she asks if you found everything you were looking for respond with-

“this was by far the greatest shopping experience of my entire adult life. seriously, i feel like i just got back from disney world.”

trust me…..it’s MONEY. the next time she see’s you she’s sure as shit going to remember you.

now, if she’s a waitress….DO NOT ESCALATE. waitress/bartenders can’t really be moved on until you’ve become a regular. to an extent the same rule can be applied to strippers. don’t escalate until they know you and differentiate yourself from the clientele. trust me, i KNOW this.

now, i wanna hear from you guys that use this and tell me how it turned out for you. remember you have to deliver the line with complete seriousness. delivery is key here.

stay up.


Training Day

friday there was a base wide excersize and i i was back at the base clinic. since the drill was only essential base personnel there friday. well the clinic decided to have a training exercise  where there was a IED that blasted a patrol.  i was tasked with being a patient.

for those of you that don’t know, although i work in radiology now there’s a saying “Corpman first, tech second.”. what this means is i’m expected to know my trauma management since it’s a big-part of what i do. however, since i’m senior….it’s highly unlikely that i’m kicking in doors in the shit. so, that means my job is to train the junior guys.

for the drill i had the following injuries:

  • abdominal evisceration
  • open fracture to the LT tibia
  • open fracture to the RT ulna
  • gash across my forehead.

the guys were set up in groups of 3, and the moved tactically over a 3 block area. now for the fun part…..i’ve treated ALL these injuries so i’m going to let you in on what i was going to do. i KNEW the guys were gonna focus on my cut tummy, AE cause a TON of pain. so when the guys got to me, i was screaming at the top of my lungs and clutching my stomach. and i KNEW what was gonna happen, i need to get into these kids head to give them a sample of what they’re going to be dealing with in the field. an AE is NOT immediately life-threatening, but the broken tibia COULD POSSIBLY be life-threatening, and the gash could possibly be the cause of traumatic brain injury (TBI), the broken ulna was not AS serious, but of concern.

the guys were clearly rattled. now there are 18-young 20’s Corpsmen. one of the instructors was spraying my lower leg with fake blood and i was screaming my head off. it worked…..brilliantly. after the training excursive i had 3-4 of the guys approach me and say how scared they were and how they couldn’t focus. now, i did prompt the guys when they were getting off track. “SECURE THE FUCKING LEG OR I’MMA FUCKING DIE, AAAAAAH!!!!” once they secured the tourniquet i told them to, “get us the fuck out of here….or we’re all fucking dead!!!!!” they grabbed me, drug me to a secure location and began working on me. they basically need to be done working on me and getting me to the LZ within 15-20 minutes.

it was a great evolution for the junior guys really took a lot away from the training; and did i mention i had a blast. don’t believe me…..see for yourself.

one of my girls playing with my tummy.

about to start training. looks like you can see my yam-bag, huh.

burger burn afterwards

i was writhing around on the gurney so violently, i didn't notice i had abrased the back on my head. lol.