Halloween

I just found my new love for the Halloween Holiday. Actually I'm not a big fan of costume parties, but Halloween rocks like Hell. It's not about the massiv amount of alcohol or the chance to drop blood all over my face. It's all about the girls.

It's about all the short skirts, about all the masks, which mascarade a lot of uglyness. It's about all the girls looking so cute beeing a dead corpus. And I just found out that girls really dig on me when I put on the scares ad cover myself with blood.

Well, it's all about a pretty cool party which always tends to end up in sex with a total stranger. And, in my case, looking forward to hook up with identical twins!!!

Yes, you read right. Some identical twins really admired me all party long. Well, the only issue is their age, but they are 18 so defenitly eligable for sex, wel, better said eligable for a threesome. This is maybe the only shot for something like this in my whole life, so I really dig into this right now. Will give you updates on this.

And there's nothing new on my other experiments.

I found a 9+, or how Megan Fox starts sozialising

Allright Fellas, how many of you really remember Transformers? And I do not mean the cool yellow camaro from the motion picture. Last week I just went up to the cinema to watch the new Transformer movie. Well, the script is not that well and the jokes ... all right let's stop right here or I waste all my time counting the bad features of that film. But what is not a bad feature is Megan Fox! This girl is smokin' hot. I really think they just made this movie to present her, and let me say, with a lot of success. And when it comes to the final scenes I thought they couldn't top the shots of her. But they did. Slow Motion of Megan Fox in a tiny tank top. Greate Movie! I immediately forgot all the lack of complex plot. I found the girl that comes that near to a ten then no other girl till now. For example:



















Well, her acting skills are on one level with some great actors I saw in soft porn movies, but, and I'll not get tired to tell you again and again, she's smokin' hot. But everybody recognizied her lack of talent so she got a new Series where she is hunted by the devil and starts terrorizing her neighborhood. Much more realistic and a tough role to play ...
So I'll give her a 9+ because she is, and I'll repeat myself again, smokin' hot.

Let's come to the King of Pop. That nobody missunderstands me, Micheal, rest in peace. You have been the greatest Pop Artist over years. I really admire your work and the music you played. Let's have one minute of silence ...


But what happens now is way to much. If your goal is that everybody starts hating his music because every song is so overplayed you're on the right way. I love to hear his music, BUT NOT 24/7. Because I'm number 1.000.000 who made this statement I stop this right here.

Right now I have kicked out a new experiment out of nowhere. If I'm about everything she loves, how many dates it will take to get in her pants? Right now I just hang around with here from time to time and gather information. For example if she loves Hoodies, what will be the effect if I give her mine if she freezes? I know, it will be good, but will it works better than a jacket? This is the point; will things she loves work better than normal, kind behavior? I think I just need one more week to gather all information I need. So hear about the date in about two weeks. I'll bet on myself.

What about my other Experiments? I just couldn't find a situation to do the naked man. If you can have a girl the easy way, why burst it with the naked man? I'm just waiting for a situation where my chances are really low, and I'm in a town far, far away.
And did suiting up works? I'll tell you yes, but I still not finished my researches. So be patient for new result.
And jobs? I'll try this the next time I'm in Münster. I'll tell you about this.

Well, there is one more thing I just discoverd. There has been a headphone-party in zurich. Greate Idea. Listen to loud music without disturbing anybody, but ... THIS IS NOT A PARTY. Someone has to take offence on partys. That is how partys work. This are the stories you talk about later on and on. "Do you remeber me drunk as hell and the police comes around at my flat because the music was to loud?" This is the kind of party I want to be part of. The only thing I think is interesting about silent parties is the possibility to listen to people. If the music is off you can hear everybody talkin. I haven't discoverd a real plan, but this could be a little fun.

Peace out

Do you feel the magic this evening?

... this was the first thing a good friend asked me this evening when I came around at his flat. And can you imagine what I felt about this evening? Alright, I always try to see everything as positiv as possible, but without any alcohol I couldn't see any way to feel the magic. So I try some beer to get a touch of his "magic". And how you can imagine, it doens't helped a lot. At least it helped me not to think about this girl, lovely as she is. But I really can't feel his magic. Well, he has a greate idea to raise my mood. Find some hookers, well, not the kind you pay for, more the kind of you buy some drinks and never call back after they went with you. And before anybody askes, yes I'm this kind of a jerk, or as I call me Mr. Awesome.
So we were kind of bored by just walkin up to them and ask for names, smalltalk, bla bla bla ... I'll always wanted to try to do "The Foreigner". For all the old fashioned of you, I'll not pretend to be a Member of them. You wouldn't even believe me how often this works. When you play "The Foreigner" one of you has to be the guy out of town, and the other one has to be from a place far, far away, at best from a different country. As I am from Germany I love to pretend the other guy to be from the States. It would be a lot more interesting to pretend to be from some exotic place like India or Japan, but that's kind of tough to survive when you are really lookin like a central european and don't speak a fuckin word hindu. So my bro pretends to be from New York, Rhode Island if somebody asks, but he is to pathetic to speaks to women. So I have to talk to them first ... I think every knows what I'm talkin about. And for all of them how don't believe that this works, 5 phone numbers and a booty call 2 hours later speak their own language.
But the girl I'm lookin for was still not there. But I firmly believe I'll find her ... someday.
Why I'm so confident? To speak in the words of my bro in my mind, Barney Stinson, I'm legen ... wait for it, just one more moment ... dary . High Five!
One last word at the end. Although I grab up some thoughts of the fictional person, named Barney Stinson, all I'm telling here is the truth. Nothing more or less. And I don't think that all my stories will end like that. Maybe there will never be a happy end with that girl.
So see you next time I have nothing to do and something to tell you ...

btw: To make some thing mor simple I'll call myself Bob (maybe someone got the clue).