kicking it old skool

I have this friend, and all he ever talks about is how many chicks his banged this week, how many he’s gonna bang and checking out the local talent at which ever watering hole we may find ourselves in at the time (in order to bang them)

To rewind just a scootch (YEAH! I finally used “scootch” in a sentence), I met this guy in a little indy bar called Jo Burg about a year ago. I was in there waiting to hook up with this redhead bombshell (whom I much later discovered was under age and god damn pshycotic) and it seemed like the bitch stood me up. So I was just shooting the breeze at the bar, trying my utmost not to let any of the other fly (though decidedly hippy) honeys in my immediate vicinity catch wiff of my shattered ego (only the strong get breeding rights. It’s true. I’ve been watching discovery… but more on that later) when I noticed this sorry looking motherfucker next to me. I also noticed that he looked like he had just been stood up

Funny how male bonding can cure most known deseases (like measles and cancer, but in this case a bad case of cracked ego) and in no time we where slandering woman, talking sport and drinking some of the finest ale the establishment had to offer. At the time, my house mate and best friend and wingman was in Miami and I was getting pretty lonely prowling the urban jungle for fresh meat by my lonesome, so we formed a hunting party of our own (it’s a guy thing, though I’ve got proof woman do this too. It’s on Discovery, it has to be true)

About an hour later, bombshell arrives and having been promised the sex of my life, I decide it was time to show her my new toaster in my flat and bail. But I digress…

Point is, it’s frightening how one dimensional certain people can be. I mean sure, being “that guy” when your out with the boys (or “that girl”, when you out with you’re bitches) is great but at some stage you let go and you carry on with life. It was bugging me so much I've decided to blog about it. Met up with him again for the first time in about 3 months and all the guy talks about is how many chicks he's banging. Nothing else. It's amazing really. I bet everybody knows one such person and probably avoid him like the plaque (and Oct, If I'm that person to you, you know which appendage you can suck :) )

But I guess it’s your choice whether or not you spend your time with people who periodically bore you out of your fucking skull.

And if you blinked, you missed the change of subject

Got my Axe on Sunday (a.k.a my guitar) and my fingers are fucking killing me!! I’ve resorted to typing with my ears and elbows, hence the splleing errors. Learnt my first chord though, a G-major (sounds more impressive if you call it "major") and I feel pretty damn good about that, thank you. Gonna try and get C and D down tonight. I’ve also downloaded the tabs for a little John D diddy, Leaving on a Jet plane (which are mostly G , C and D chords) but I suspect It’ll be a while till I can muster the stamina for it. ROCK ON!!

ps: groupies may apply for my Early Adopter package now. If you are already on my rotating fuck-buddy list, please inquire about an upgrade. No ugly bitches need apply.

Herr DiscoBob (the artist formerly known as DubaiBob) touched down on SA soul last night. He’s quite stoked to be back home and I’m super stoked as well! Can’t wait to run the strip with him again, it’s been too long… He’s also brought me back a Xbox and lots of other toys. Dunno where I’m gonna find the time to jam it but for now it can just sit in my lounge, as chicks dig it anyway.

Reading time: Picked up Terry Goodkind’s latest novel, Chainfire, about two weeks ago and it’s a helluva read! Also got the next trilogy from R.A Salvatore (Paths of Darkness), whose still shrink wrapped package looks rather tasty indeed on my bookshelf. AND… I picked up a copy of Kevin Mitnick’s (who’s children I want to bear) “Art of Deception” and “Art of Intrusion”, both dealing with the sexy and provocative world of hax0r1ng (well, I think it’s sexy. So there.). I’m mainly interested in the social engineering part of the story. If you haven’t noticed yet, human nature is a never ending source of fascination to me.

What else, what else? Nope, think that’s it for now. Keep the faith and tell your mom hi for me.

[G], out


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