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Clearly it’s become cool to be a douche-bag, a choch, guido, roid monkey, bitch-ass-piece-of-shit-waste-of-human-life… or w/e else you wanna call it. One can usually find this type of crowd at the local clubs, shopping malls, gyms, the protein-shake section in Costco, Boy’s-Co, their mom’s house, your mom’s house, the bus, in their daddy’s BMW, etc… These roid-powered retards are the same kids that used to dress in all baby blue, baller caps and Sean John jeans that usually dropped bellow their ankles. The style and general stature has changed a bit so if your having a hard time assimilating then your in luck. Here is a detailed list of what to do, how to act, what to wear, and so on, which should get you started and on your way to being the sickest, most tanned and jacked brah to be hitting the nightlife scene.

Here is a list of stuff and shit in no particular order.

Save up for a couple months so you can afford like… 3 Christian Audigier T-Shirts… it’s important to make sure you get the most be-dazzled kind so you can sparkle in the club and look really masculine… plastic sparkly shit on your tight T-Shirt makes you a man. And ya… make sure the T-Shirts are tight… usually finding a size or 2 smaller does the trick and if you wanna take shit to the next level check out the kids section. If you have a couple 100 $’s left then I would recommend getting a pair of  True Religion jean’s… Monarchy, J & Company, Rock & Republic, Ed Hardy and Bauhouse are good options as well. Just like the T-Shirts make sure your jeans are tight enough to push your nutsack right up into your stomach.

Get a fake tan. Nothing is more gangster then rollin to the local tanning salon and picking out the most orange colored option. Do this several times a month until you look like a fucking carrot.

Spike your hair. Use a whole bottle of hair jell and just spike that shit. A good chochy hair-doo is like a porcupine… no one wants to fuck with a porcupine. Headbutting should inflict serious damage to an opponent.

Treat women like you would treat a peace of meat at the supermarket… which is on sale because it is probably filled with tapeworms.

If your dad has a sick car then do all it takes to convince him to lend it to you on Friday nights. If your dad is as broke-ass as you are then take the bus… just sit there all bad-ass looking… make sure all the old ladies on the bus know you own this fucking bus.

When you dance you need to go fucking ape-shit and beat the beat… basically just use the hand that you normally use to jack off with and pretend there is a 8 ft tall black guy behind you and just jerk that shit.

Have two cell-phones. When you text or talk while switching between phones it looks like your a big-fucking-deal.

Wear one of those Gucci over-the-shoulder fanny-pack things… they are boss. Usually you can put so much shit in them like your wallet and a condom which you have been carrying around for over a year because no girl has yet realized how fuckin sick you are and volunteered to fuck you… fuckin skanks.

Get inked. You have to. Get it all over your body… at once… because your only truly gangster when you end up in the ER puking your brains out because you have ink poisoning. What would be really fucking sweet is like getting a tan and muscle definition tattooed onto you so that it looks like your tanned and jacked but in reality its just one whole-body tat. That would be fucking extreme.

Wear nike shox because they go well with track suits, designer jeans and basketball shorts.

Rock sick biker shades at all times… all the fucking time… even when it’s pitch black outside. Fake versace’s will do the trick.

Take roids because they fuckin get you crazy jacked. Working out is for lil bitches who have nothing better to do with their lives. Being jacked gets you mad bitches & keeps all the goofs in check. Even better, if your connected & still have money left over get a gun. You can’t get harder then that. You never know when you will wanna use it…like if some grandma honks at you just fucking point your gun at her. Haters gotta know whats up!

Lastly be fucking as obnoxious as possible. Make sure everyone knows how fucking sick you are at any time… like when your mom makes you go to sunday mass or some heaty location like that.

Choches are such fags… fuckung die you meat-headed-fucks!

Hey everyone! It has been a long time since I posted any random and useless thoughts on this blog and I know you all miss it… right??? No?! Yea I don’t blame you. Summer has just sucked way to much to even motivate myself to express how much it sucked on this blog. First of all it wasnt even a fucking summer… it was cold as shit, rainy, gay, and I wanted to find mother nature and kick her in the box. It started getting warm just when all the kids had to go back to school… hahaha suckers! The real reason why summer sucked is because I STILL have not found a fucking job in the design industry… I worked as a landscaper instead. No offence to landscaping but I have a fucking degree… landscapers are usually fucking retards who failed highschool because they liked to wear baggy clothes and get high during class time. I worked my ass off in school just so I could avoid this situation… yet it found me anyway. Fuck you life! What was the point of trying hard? Last time I checked the reason you go to University is so you can fuck hot bitches, get smashed, educate yourself and have a guaranteed position waiting for you once your done… why else would I put all that effort and money into the piece of shit post secondary institution. The Dean is prolly laughing his fucking ass off! Snatching all my money and sending me out on my ass 5 years later with no nothing. I know complaining is no use but apparently sending my resume & portfolio to countless companies over the last 6 months wasnt any use either. Am I cursed or something? Has my life destiny been preprogrammed to be a garbage man after all? I’d rather puke on my balls and smash my face into the mirror untill… untill… I don’t even know any more. I’m rocking to heavy metal now because it takes away my anger… or makes me more angry… I donno. Maybe I should just go join the Forces and blow shit up with heavy weapons.