BSBFB Guide To Girls

BSBFB Guide To Girls

Okay class, settle down. Open your books up to page eight hundred and three, and we will begin today’s lesson: How To Talk To Girls, Part One – By Dr. Professor Charlie Maine, P.H.D, M.D, A.D.D.

If you’re on your first date never look a woman in the eye. The eyes are windows to the soul, and a woman will bust out your metaphysical windows with her Jimmy Choo shoe and suck out your soul through your eye sockets if you let her. Soul stealing is more of a second or third date activity, so try to put it off as long as possible. It’s like second base for chicks.

When you first meet a woman try to impress her, but don’t overdo it. If you seem too cool she’ll have very high expectations of you, and that’s the absolute last thing you want. If anything, try to set her expectations as low as possible without making yourself seem so lame-o that she tries to find someone better. Yeah, like there’s someone better, honey.

The best way to lower her expectations is to talk about sports in a manner that suggests you have an actual affinity for mindlessly chasing a ball of some sort, not simply as a way to excuse yourself from all social obligations and make your way to a pub with a TV in the corner. As women have no interest in sports — except ice dancing, and bloodsports like making catty remarks about red-carpet dresses — they will set their brain to autopilot mode and allow you to jabber on about whatever you like for the rest of the evening.

Warning: do not attempt to look a woman in the eye while talking about sports. This will result in instant paralysis, headaches, back aches, and sometimes death. And you’ll miss third down.

BSBFB Movie Etiquette

BSBFB Movie Etiquette

[Warning: Some Salty Language]

If you are inconsiderate to others, I too will bite your torso and give you a disease. It’s nothing personal, unless you plan on talking on your cell phone through the entire movie. Then I’ll be forced to rip your ear off and talk into it in a manner that most would find offensive, or boorish. Again, friend, it’s nothing personal. Unless you spill popcorn and butter all over me. Then I’ll politely ask you to stop, and you’ll go home and softly cry yourself to sleep. Nothing personal, friendo, rules are rules.

Better still, just don’t go out to the movies ever. It’s better if you don’t; they haven’t made anything good since 1978 anyways.

GERONIMO, etc. etc.

GERONIMO, etc. etc.

[Warning: Vaguely salty language.]

Some say it’s not the fall that kills you, it’s your mom finding out that you ruined your brand new pair of sneakers. It sort of ties in with the whole “are you wearing clean underwear?” routine. If anything ever happened to me and I wasn’t wearing clean underwear, I was in for a beating. I could by lying half lifeless in the gutter and my mother would probably yell at me about my dirty undies.

When they finally find me all mangled on the side of the road, everyone should be glad that I’m wearing anything other than my dirty undies.

Missed It By That Much

Missed It By That Much

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Well, at least he’s outside. I mean, most people don’t even bother leaving their bathroom to fall down and hurt themselves. Take my brother for example: instead of doing a sick kick flip off some gnarly grinds after hanging ten on a sweet wave and crashing into the surf like a rad cool dude, he fell down in the shower, and I had to wrap him in the bathmat and take him to the ER.

So take this as a warning: injure yourself like a hip, cool, dude. Don’t be a granny.