Saturday, November 29, 2008

Christmas Bucket List

These are things I plan to do while on leave.

  • Go to In N Out
  • Spend more time with my sister and brother than last time
  • Family PT
  • PT with the homies
  • Go to IHOP
  • Partizzles at my parents' house; piss off the neighbors with karaoke at midnight
  • Eat REAL Mexican food
  • Eat REAL Filipino food
  • Wrestle my dad
  • Whiskey Juliet operations
  • TSF operations with Civ1
  • Help Tito with his Senior Project; buy Tito porn
  • Hang out with the home skillets
  • Refer to JDog in a crowded public place as "JDoggy Style In Her Mouth"
  • Fight beatniks
  • Piss off fans of Twilight

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Gentleman's Club Education

In the past week, three of my friends have asked me for advice on strippers. For some reason they christened me an "expert on strippers." This is not because I foolishly throw money away at them; in fact, it is the complete opposite, I do not spend much, if any money on them. I am not going to lie(as honesty is a motif of my blog writings), I have had sex, whether oral or intercourse, with a handful of exotic dancers. Call me a whore, slut, vagrant lustful sinner, I do not care; it is obvious by now I do not give a fuck. Besides, I know I am not that bad; I have not had sex in four months and have been doing pretty good to remain abstinent. There are several key things to remember if trying to beat strippers at their own game.

1. Expect failure.

If you walk in a strip club with the mentality that you will fuck a stripper before you leave that night, you will most likely leave the club penniless and with a hard on you will have to beat off when you get home. Expect nothing, and you are more likely to succeed because you will be much more focused. It helps to wax your carrot before you go. Unless you are me, you will not always get what you want from strippers; I can walk in with the mentality I will get a free blowjob and I will get one, but that is because I am the fucking Iceman, I am TSF.

2. Lap Dances Are Overrated.

All you are doing is paying for an erection. You get the same effect from free porn on the internet. Do not be like the other joes who spend $200 just on lap dances. I would rather spend $200 on booze and just get some girl drunk and horny.

3. Think Nintendo.

If you do not walk straight to the main stage(where the pole is) you are probably walking to the lounge chairs around the back walls. While sitting here, strippers will approach you and ask if you want a lap dance. If they just ask, and you decline, they will just walk away and try to find someone else to snatch money from. However, some will sit next to you and con you into getting a lap dance. They may put their hands on your leg, play with your cock, whisper dirty things into your ear, or even start up a conversation with you, which usually leads to their hand on your cock. KEEP IT DOWN! If they feel you have an erection, they know they are winning and WILL beat you. Think, or even talk to them, about something that you can blab away at for hours and it will help keep the cobra down despite the snake charmer is playing the flute. I usually rehearse video game strategies in my head.

4. Be Cool.

Act nonchalant. Like I mentioned earlier, they may talk to you and ask you about your life or what you do for a living. They are pretending to be interested. Be truthful, but maintain composure and refrain from sounding too excited about whatever it is you are boring that stripper with. If you would rather lie, make sure you know what you are talking about and can back up whatever you say with knowledge; you never know, if you are lying about being a corporate lawyer and do not know shit about the legal system or business, you better hope that stripper is not working at that club to put herself through law school. Also, avoid saying things like "strippers, bitches, hos, pimp, and strip club." They are "exotic dancers," they are "classy" women too, they are not whores and therefore do not need a pimp, and they work at a "Gentleman's Club."

5. You Are Awesome, Yet Know Humility.

Do not be a jackass, be humble instead. They do not give a fuck that you make a six digit salary-although they will try to take that money from you-because all you are doing is being a flashy asshole. This is what I do when I play the soldier or paratrooper card. I let them ask me what I do for a living, and I make it seem like nothing. Sure jumping out of planes is not for the weak, and I do it; syllogistically speaking I am not weak, and by being humble about it, instead of bragging about it MAY appeal to a stripper's emotions(they are people too) and they may feel the need to reward you somehow.

6. Settle On A Deal.

Take what you can. If you managed to charm her into a free blowjob, fuck it, take the BJ!

7. Back off Emmanuel Goldstein!

Do not throw your money away, but do not be a Jew either. Spend some money. Buy a lapdance. Buy a drink. Buy a stripper a drink. If the owner or manager notices, or worse, is told you are not giving up any of the greenbacks, they will probably kick you out and make space for someone who willing to spend some cash. In fact some strip clubs require that you always have something in hand to drink, so sip, do not gulp, that four ounces of Sprite that cost you six dollars. Hell, after awhile of declining lap dances, that stripper may cut you a deal and give you extra dances or will play with your balls; just spend a little bit of money and let her do her job.

8. Walk Out Alive.

If you do something stupid, you will get fucked up. Those huge bouncers get paid to kick ass. Take cash out of the ATM the morning of, and leave your ATM and credit cards at home. Do not waste hundreds of dollars in one night for lust. It is NOT worth it. If you are lucky enough to score with a stripper, wrap your tool. You do not want to walk out of that place, only to find out a few months later your balls might fall off from lack of medical attention.

9. The Axe Effect.

Take some type of body spray, but leave it in the car. You WILL walk out of there reeking with scent of stripper all over you. It does not smell bad necessarily, but it is not appealing at all. You would rather smell like cigarettes than stripper, especially if you have a girlfriend.

10. Be Innovative.

This is just my guide for you on how to avoid being tricked by strippers. Maybe I am dead wrong about something. Make your own observations, test an original hypothesis, and make your own stripper theories. Just use this to start out.





Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Typical Me

A while ago I mentioned that I had a girlfriend. It was not long after that I dumped her. I did mention breaking up with her and WHY I broke up with her, but I did not say HOW I dumped her, which I think is a pretty funny story.

It was not long after being with her that I was frustrated and annoyed with her. All she ever really wanted to talk about was the meaning of life, shit she learned in her philosophy class, and some chick she was always fighting with. First off, I hate high school drama. Fucks that. Second, I hate having constant conversations about academic subjects; I do not live at a fucking school! Most importantly, I am young. I do not know shit about the meaning of life nor do I care. My grandpa always told me not to focus on the meaning of life, because it is revealed to you as an epiphany as you die. That sounds fine by me.

So after four or five weeks, I wanted to call it quits. There was a large obstacle though; her mom is dying. According to her, her mom is terminally ill. I knew I had to break up with her as soon as possible before she became really attached to me. However, I did not want to devastate her even more so by having to tell her, "Hey you piss me off; when I'm with you, I can only think of a girl back home who REALLY is special; it's over." The only logical thing in my head was, lie to her. So I concocted a deviously false story. I told her when I was on leave the month before, I had sex with someone, and "she" just found out "she" is pregnant. I did not have to say anymore because my then girlfriend understood we had to break up because I had to be there for the "girl carrying my child." She ate it up. She then told me she still wanted to be friends and I agreed; fat chance that would actually happen though. I am an awesome douchebag, I know. Try to hinder your jealousy.

Maybe this is why karma bites me on the tip of the dick and I cannot have a girlfriend I really do like. Oh well. Fucks it.





Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I Exhale Toxicity

"TSF Bandenfehl!" claimed victims again. Last weekend my post had a small festival to celebrate Autumn and of course I was voluntold to help. It was not so bad though considering all I did was sit there and eat candy intended to be passed out to kids. When my shift was over I went with a buddy to a cajun food booth and just to ruin my day, Jacksoff HandsOn followed. However, by keen observation and my sixth sense to foreshadow the myriad of opportunities to ruin someone's day, I noticed she left her phone next to the condiments and walked away. As my buddy was ordering food, someone also noticed the phone and asked me, "Do you know who's phone this belongs to?" And of course I repLIED, "No I don't. You should turn it in to Lost and Found." So as she leaves to turn it in, JacksOff HandsOn returns and asks if anyone saw her phone. I lie and say I have no clue. As she frantically searches around the booth in case she dropped it another bystander asks, "You're just going to stand there as a girl in a dress has to crouch around on the grass and look for her phone?" As soon as JacksOff HandsOn leaves, I retorted by saying, "Ma'am, I do not give a flying fuck about that piece of shit." Seeing how I appalled so many people who heard, I calmly and arrogantly walk away. I fucking rule; be jealous; "TSF Bandenfehl!" victim 3.

The next day Tracie says the wrong thing again and thus is subjected to prohibition of communication with TSF Op2; it ended today.

Yesterday was a day of American political significance as Barack Obama won the the presidential election. As you all sat watching TV, refreshing your internet browsers, or just ignoring the election altogether(if you were, I hate your guts you communist heathen fucktard) TSF was out detecting IEDs, fucking up dirties, escalating force on civilians, and training more troops than a pog drill sergeant.





Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.