STAY FROSTY, the strange meaning of it.

I always end up the post with “Stay Frosty gents and gentesses”.  The meaning of Stay Frosty I got it  from a U.S Marine Sargent who before a firefight started, since they, the Americans can monitor the radio traffic with their own radios will hear the enemy that they are about to be attacked. Didn´t have that in the Spanish army, but I don´t know if it´s better to just walk around knowing you might get shot at but maybe not, or know in advance for sure that you are going to be going to be shot at. But that is not here or there.

Anyways this Marine Sargent will always lead from the front so he´d turn around and tell his fellow Marines “Stay Frosty gents!” I might add that since a fellow blogger pointed out that there where female readers I should address them too instead of just finish with the gents, so I came out with gentesses which I´m pretty sure is not in the dictionary. So I just created a new word. I have a beautiful mind.

Stay Frosty= Stay calm, cool, collected, with all your senses working at their peak, and put into action all your training to terminate your target.

Which perfectly translates to the civilian world. For example, when I go out to bars and I see a group of girls alone or a lot of times mistakenly I though they where alone and when I approached my target to terminate her in bed resulted she had a boyfriend not too far away. So no wonder I end up in fights and getting thrown out of bars.

But here is the thing, I´m staying calm and collected that projects confidence and girls dig it since they seem to think it´s cool. All my senses are working at their peak, my little me(the one down there….is also at his peak), I´m listening to her, asking what she wants to be asked, watching her body language which tells a lot. Maybe a song comes out and she says she likes this song or just by her body movements you can see she likes it and songs tell a lot about people. So basically all my senses are working at reading this gorgeous blond sexy girl so I´m putting all my training into place to terminate my target a.k.a her, terminate her in bed yelling until she finally says “Thank you”. Then I stand up, stretch, smoke a  cigarette and say “Call you beautiful”. I´m just like a James Bond type of guy.

I will admit that there has been occasions that some girls have just given me the cold shoulder, their lost, but that doesn´t dissuade me. I´ll just walk two steps to the next girl who has been probably listening to my whole charade and do it again. And guess what? Some actually find it funny, cause I am quite a funny guy, at least for some people they find me funny or is it just me that finds me funny….Fuck it.

Forgot, that same principle you can apply it at work, dealing with your boss, with your family  and in all facets of life. I just to horny and put the example of my successes in picking up women. Which at the end of the day they want it so everyone wins. Everyone uses each other…..Fuck it.

Stay Frosty gents and in second place as always….gentesses.(wink wink)

I love writting poem.Panick a buuub.

Did I just put love on the title over on top? Jesus christ, but I kid and don´t kid, it´s my ironic stupid humour that I have but in this case it is sorta ironic but not entirely. I´m strange.

Here goes one of my cool little my cool I said, cause it´s very cool I ´m a cool MAN. There is a fellow blogger so check her out, not in that sense don´t think bad, but a very cool and good person. So here is for you, cause I love you. In the wordpress way, anyway´s here goes the poem and I´m just writing here with no end or start in sight……………………………

YO! Panic,

what?
Panic,
that´s not tragic.

Aaaaaa, strong woman,
you are human.

I love you you love me,
are you kidding me?

Just writting,
cause I´m liking
writing.

Specially for a person like you
Panic a buuuu!

Love ya read ya
and see ya.(not really but just writing)

Says a hero!
What a zero of a hero.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Screwby love of a poet.

You love me,

I love you,

screw by you.

Mew mew, goes the cow.

Wow wow,

goes Mr. Mew.

Screw you that goes by you.

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Fuck me,

You yeeeeeeee!

Screwby, by by.

Aaaaaaaand, I don´t know why,

sky

sky dive.

Untile life.

10 Things that give me brain sneeze.

The earth, round and majestic the kingdom of God. But there are days that I get brain sneeze from practically everything and anybody in this kingdom of the Lord.

1-Mother why in the world will you be running around the kitchen with a piece of cloth swinging it in every direction as a mad woman trying to hit the damn flies?!! Jesus, buy some of that killing spray and spray it in the general direction thereby preventing me from getting dazed by one of your un human swings that tend to end up hitting my head.

2-Woman, why the hell are you so complicated. This girl gave me her number, I didn´t force her. I called today and noooo, she can´t go out this Sunday, she will call me she says. So she says. She says bull sh…t. I´m gonna become gay. Go fags! Woman should be second class citizens, just sweep and clean and get a bean so we MAN can eat healthy, add a burger too.

3-Why do I get pancreatitis and I´m walking around with a freaking tube protruding from my stomach all the way into a little bag I have attached to the end of the fucking tube. It looks strange, I look strange, I look sick like a junkie. Fuck me.

4-Why the hell does my next door neighbour dog starts always barking at 4 a.m? What a bastard, just stop it and let me sleep since that´s the time I normally go to sleep, fucking asshole.

5-Can´t it be legal to kill some people that piss you off? There are a lot of us in this planet, who cares if I get rid off a couple or dozen.

6- Why don´t I fuck more, I use to be quite the fucker, I was good at picking up girls. I lost my freaking mojo. Fuck me.

7-Why don´t I get published. I´m the new Shakespeare in town. Fuck the publishers.

8-I´m tired of the stupid Spanish t.v programs, their soap operas and they last for the hole evening and late night. What´s wrong with my country? Fuck the Spanish t.v.

9-Why don´t I have enough money to buy a a computer that won´t take 2 years to load each page, why did the government fucked up so bad that we are at 27,2% unemployment and that´s the official number they put out go figure what´s the unofficial one, guarantee it´s higher. Fuck my Mackingtosh and the government.

10-America, or Mr. O bama, wama paronama. Just bomb the shit out of Hassan or whatever the hell his name is out there in Siria. If the Iranian´s get a little cookie about it, bomb them too. As a matter of fact Just carpet bomb the whole Mesopotamia who cares. They can´t seem to get their act together. They´re either bombing the infidel of the western modern world or their chopping each head´s off. Fuck´em.  I´ll re enlist back into the army at age 30, with a fucked up back, pancreatitis, tube protruding from my stomach. Won´t even need a rifle this time,I´ll just hit them with psychological warfare when they see me. I´ll hit them in the head with my little tube. What´s wrong with these people?Fuck me.

Best sentences,words,quotes.Everrrr

I have what I call my little book of secrets, my notebook that I walk around with and write things that catch my eye or brain? Here is my knowledge passed to you, a little at least, you´re welcome.

-There where none before me there will be none after me that makes me the one and only. I´m young and single and love to mingle certified bonafied, and double qualified to bring you satisfaction with a hole lot of action. Look out baby, I´m your love man! I AM HUNGRY.

-I belief that the biggest differences between artist and normal people is the artist ability to describe what everyone else feels, and sometimes if their lucky to describe something no one else has felt before.

-love them and leave them.

-Maximize efficiency.

-He´s as jittery as a sinner about to enter the pearly gates.

-Don´t put the pussy on the pedestal.

-Happy as a hippo.

-Consistency is the worst enemy of the imaginative.

-Adversity doesn´t build character but rather it reveals character.

-Loyalty above all else except honor.

-What´s cooking good looking?

– Peace through brute force

-Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frighten us. You playing small doesn´t serve the world. Theere´s nothing enlightening about shrinking so that others won´t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine in our own ways as children do. It´s just not in some of us is in everyone of us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do so. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.(True?don´t know but sounds good)

-Symbiosis

-Calibrate yourself to even and then click another notch to yourself. Remove yourself from the equation. Once you´re calibrated you are free to be an ass hole.

-Talking to women is like shouting down a well

-Donating your eggs is exchange of currency. The World Bank needs you ladies!

– Good strategy is not only doing the right thing, it´s about doing the right thing at the right time.

– A cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen.

-You nickname goes against all nickname protocols.

-Demoscratos(greek for democracy)

-Americana

-Contrafactual

-Question everything, a life without questioning is a life not lived.

-Live fast, die young and leave a  nice looking body behind.

-Everyone has its own destiny but not everyone makes the choices to follow it.

-A little violence never hurt anybody( said by a gangster from the Bonnano family)

Worst enemy is uncertainty.

I was thinking today, and since that´s not very common I figured I had to write something.

UNCERTAINTY, what a fuck head it is. I know life is full of it, full of uncertain things the only thing certain in life is that we are all going to die, I made piece with that some time ago, so I should be enjoying life more the problem is that part of my enjoyment is walking  in the path that probably Satan paved. That´s why the fuck I end up as I have.

Every week I have to go to the doctor, and I don´t know what the fuck she´s going to tell me about my pancreas, seems it´s doing better but  the Doc, tells me that even if I live the life of a monk and eating like Angelina Jolie, there´s always the possibility of something hitting me, of something inside my body getting all messed up. So every week I go not knowing if she´ll say `you gotta stay in the hospital for some more evaluation´. And that fucks up my days, staying in a hospital bed, getting flag poles all over my arms(the needles are the flag poles),and since a lot of my veins just don´t work because they´ve been so much pinched and sucked so much antibiotics it fucks them up so they poke me about five times before they find a vein that will work to take blood samples or put me antibiotics, or whatever the hell they want to put in. Forget about the weekly visits to the Doc, I don´t even know if the next day I´m going to come down with fever or stomach ace. Anyways the only thing good about seeing a Doctor is that she is a hottie, man I even think about screwing her while I´m lying down in bed with my arms full of needles, who the fuck has that type of thing running through his or her brain while you’re in a dire situation….Fuck me, it´s just me.

Maybe is my coping mechanism, didn´t happen though while I was being shot at but again there weren´t any women around, they should put women in the front lines, why not? You get shot at, you look at this hot girl soldier next to you, preferably in a bikini type of military outfit, that will pump your moral up and instead of finding cover to later shoot back I would have thrown my rifle to the floor and run across the open field and slap them to death….I´m getting off track here, sorry.

So I have finally got to the point where I compartmentalise things pretty good, I´ve always been good at it though. Don´t know why but  if for example I´m writing and a bomb goes off next to me, I´ll look at the crater say something like `what the fuck, shit´and then keep writing like nothing happened. If I´m focus in doing something I´m able to not let negative influences affect me right then and there, I´ll deal with them later but I won´t let them fuck up whatever it is that I´m doing at the moment. Getting of track again, I have a rule that I don´t edit and don´t do outlines when I write a post(I do some little editing, but very little) so pretty much the words just role out of my head into my fingers and into the computer, fuck me, makes sense?

So what do you do, you live the moment you live day by day and enjoy, so Stay Frosty gents.

Remember me? Screw that.

I have a quote, actually I have a lot of quotes. I walk around with a little notebook not only inside the house so I can write ideas, words, quotes,phrases that I read or see on t.v, I also walk around the street with that white notebook that is now looking to be more of a yellowish colour. I´ll probably end up getting fed up with it and use it as toilet paper. But the thing about the magic notebook is the quotes. And here is one said by a very smart man that I have no idea what his name is.

“A man lives one life but history will remember him forever.” You know what I say to this, fuckweesel(and this word is courtesy of a fellow blogger, pretty cool word in my dictionary.)

Yes I´ll live once, yes some people will remember me  when I´m playing cards, smoking and drinking with the MAN upstairs. Problem is I don´t give a shit about the second part. I don´t want to be remembered when I´m gone. I want to matter while I´m still in this earth, while I´m doing whatever the fuck I´m doing which I´m not quite sure where I´m heading. Not because I don´t know what I want, it´s more of a health problem. If my body fucks with me, I have to put everything on hold and spend a couple of weeks at the very least in a white hospital bed, white walls, blue pijamas, and that´s fucking depressing. Although I´ve already assimilate it, don´t think about it just live day by day as best as I can or as best as my body lets me. At the end of the day it is my fault for drinking like drunken sailor not only on leave but on the ship too.

I know the word tomorrow is an elusive word for me, because you never know with this pancreatitis thing. So if tomorrow I´m out, I´ve checked out early and go see the MAN, that is if he wants me. Maybe the bastard looks at me and says “Screw this, you going back down…to hell.” There´s that possibility.

So screw it. History is not going to remember me. I didn´t invent a lightbulb, said the word Eureka, haven´t started wars(although I did fight in two),haven´t invented the i-pad, or internet. So no, history will not remember me, only few  people will remember me and I hope that for their sake the remembering part doesn´t last to long. Fuck that, I wouldn´t want to remember myself. I´ve dropped out of college, I joined the army and been to war(strangely enough those where the best days of my life, go figure) As a good friend blogger has said, I´m a man whore. I´ve fucked everything in sight, I smoke too much, I´m a drunk, I´m a cripple, I´m 31 and broke, living in the basement of my parents house, can´t buy books in Amazon because I don´t have a fucking credit card, I´ve been arrested and in jail, so technically I´m a criminal although I don´t see myself as one of them but I did pretty bad things, and that´s in part why I don´t have a bank account cause I don´t know if the government one day will come across one of my pending cases and get the little money I have or sent me to prison. I can´t go back to the army now I´m not 20 years old, what can I do, only what you are reading. Writing is what I can do, and I ain´t to good at it.

So after all this shit I laid down what do I want to be remembered now, today? I woke up early at 7 a.m I fed my farting pissing shitting mother´s dogs, I cleaned their shits in the garden, I red about writing techniques, I wrote little short story which I always keep them stored away in the hard drive of my crusty friend Mackintosh to send them out, which I have with no success. But I´m not giving up, not today. And if tomorrow comes I still won´t give up. The hole country is broke, 27% unemployment so a steady paying job goes out the window but my parents are here, my mother is here, we have an ironic-dark sense of humour and we fuck around with each other and we make each other laugh, I don´t want to go back with the group of so called friends to do the same screwed up things I did. I´m working in on my writing, I´m focusing my energies in this endeavour and not on trying to fuck this girl, or do some screwed up illegal  thing. I´m a veteran, what a veteran hu? I´m a hero right, as a girl said to me when I was in a bar trying to pick her up, fuck hero. Only people who never been there use that word. I´m happy, I´m sober, I can wake up early without a hangover, have a cup of coffe while I take in the smells of the flowers, see the sunrise. I mean really see it, take it in, take in the breeze on my face, happy me happy family.

So today, this is what I want to be remembered for.

TEXTING WORLD.Don´t smile, it can happen to you too!

In this new era of gadgets, texting communication skills and vocabulary is something we all must master, if your young, smart and in college take up a  class about this…. since there aren´t,  start a support group.I If your dumb and old, try it too! You gotta be smart at this texting thing.

-CONFUSED?

What would you do if I broke up with you

Get back with my ex

Now I see how much you care, I´m done

Hey you wanna go out?

Go with your ex

You are my ex

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-GET THE FREAKING AUTO CORRECT!

Be advised: I´m  dumping you when I get home tonight

Fine with me. I was just thinking we could use some time apart.

What the fuck Jenna? I go autocorrected. I meant to write jumping you not dumping you

And now you´re telling me you want to break up?

Well this is awkward

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-WRONG NUMBER

Why did you break up with Dani?

Cuz she tried licking my butthole one time and you know homie don´t play that shit.

Ohh. Woww.Lmao

Hahahahaha, I´m joking you got the wrong number

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HOOOO, GOOD OLD ACRONYMS.

ily

can you please spell it out it make everything more special

I´m leaving you.

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-SPELLING ERROR.

Babe…I think I´m pregnant…

The AT&T subscriber yu are trying to reach is no longer in service.

You know you spelled “you” wrong.!

The AT&T subscriber YOU are trying to reach is no longer in service.

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BIEBER BREAKUP.

Baby….

Don´t “Baby”me, we´re done

Baby….

Seriously?

Baby…..

R u retarded?

Noooo

Did you really just respond with Justin Bieber lyrics as I´m breaking up with u

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BREAKUP BLOOPER.

Baby, please don´t do this. You have no idea how important you are to me.

I gave you way too many chances. I´m done.

I´ll do anything…

Forget it, alright? We´re octagon.

LOLOL i meant OVER. That was funny but i´m still braking up with you

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ALWAYS LET THEM GO FIRST.

Hey

There´s something I need to tell you

Me too. same time. GO!

I´m breaking up with you.

Will you marry me?

Well this is awkward.

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GET YOUR PRIORITIES IN ORDER…BOYS….

I need to tell you something

what is it babe

I broke you xbox!!

WHAT!?!?

Just kidding I´m cheating on you…

Soooo my exbox is ok right..?

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A NICE BIT OF POETRY.

Roses are red

violets are ble

We´re breaking up because I never loved you.

Best chat-up lines.Ladies be advise.

In my little crazy library I have a lot of crazy things that involve a lot of crazy subjects which as a crazy person I´m duty-bound to share with the rest of the world. There are around 65 million people in wordpress and my guess that half those people are following me and will be reading this. Here we go, I do this for the male and female population.

Guy: “Can you catch, love?”

Gal: “Why?”

Guy: “Cause I got a couple of balls coming your way!”

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Guy: “Excuse me but I think I dropped something.”

Gal: “What´s that?”

Guy: “My jaw.”

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Guy: “Do you work with computers?”

Gal: “Why?”

Guy:Because I think you just turned my software into a hardware….”

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Guy:”Hi, you want to know my name?”

Gal: with confused disgusted face “What,why?”

Guy:”Had to warn ya cause you´ll be screaming it all night long”

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Guy:”Excuse me, can I take your picture?”

Gal:”why?”

Guy:”Because I want Santa to know exactly what I want for Christmas this year.”

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Guy:”Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk past again?”

Gal…..no response.

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Guy: “I was so enchanted by you that I ran into that wall over there so I´m going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.”

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Guy:”Do you have a ban-aid?”

Gal:”Why?”

Guy:”I just scrapped my knee falling for you.”

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Guy:” I think you just got a parking ticket.”

Gal:looks annoyed confused

Guy:”Really, because you´ve got FINE written all over you.”

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I´ve actually used this one, it does work.

Me: “Can I borrow you cell phone?”

Gal:”What?”

Me:” I need to call God and let him know he´s missing an angel.”

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Warning to male or female. For the male population try every one of these, and for the female population humour us.