With all the terrorist attacks that have taken place in the United States over the years, it seems that the biggest culprit is the parasite that has invaded the US over the last 30 years - Islam. Islam is indeed a rabid dog that needs to be put down and countries like the US, England, China, India and Russia need to declare war on any country between Morocco and Pakistan.
Islam is a cult that preaches hatred of those who do not conform to their archaic views and have little tolerance for western ideaology. It is common in a Muslim household for the head of the household to beat and rape his wife, verbally degrade his wife and children, and in extreme cases, rape his children. That is something that should never be allowed, but in the unholy Koran, it is completely acceptable.
Let's look at the recent terrorist attacks against the US:
1) WTC Bombing in 1993 - Muslims
2) WTC/Pentagon/Shanksville Plane crashes - Muslims
3) Boston Marathon - Muslims
Based on these three incidents, Muslims need to be rounded up and put in forced detention, tortured and beaten and then deported back to their country of origin. If they are a US Citizen, strip them of their citizenship and ship them to a prison for acts carried out by their fellow Muslims. America was built around a freedom of religion, but the freedom to worship Allah should be outlawed and each person identified by the Islamic faith needs to be branded a traitor and spied on by the NSA.
Make living in the US as difficult for Muslims as it is for Christians living in the Middle East, with Christians, Hindus and Jews all facing daily religious persecution and prison sentences. There should NO INCENTIVE for Muslims to ever decide to mirgrate to the US, and if they do, their life should be made miserable.
While I do not condone the behavior of the Westboro Baptist Church, I would support their cause over that of a Muslim cause. The WBC did not decide to hijack a plane and crash into the WTC, nor did they decide to bomb the Boston Marathon. The WBC obeys all laws of the country and pickets funerals. If I lived next door to a WBC member, I would feel much safer than I would if a Muslim lived next door to me. If a Muslim lived next door to me, I would worry about him carrying out jihad on me.
This brings me to my final idea. As a retaliation against all the injustices that the Muslims have done to the world, we should obliterate the Ka'ba in Mecca. This will reduce them to the scrub they are.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Thursday, May 21, 2009
The Taste
I'm back, dear readers, after a 5-month hiatus. The last 5 months have been quite eventful as I was out doing some fact finding for the blog. Honorable mentions to Fernando Lunarzano for finding new types of Chardonnay, Malcolm James McCurry for never giving up on the fried chicken, and Chang Lee, for being an even dirtier hoe than I thought possible.
I've been travelling the far depths of planet earth, looking for people to apologize to, prosthetic limbs to steal, and bald headed cancer girls to point at.
Here's one thing you can do to get a new taste on life:
Go find the most terminally ill woman you can find, someone virtually on her death bed, and lean in to give her a payyonate (Passionate) kiss. After you kiss her, you can tell her "Thanks, I now know what death tastes like"
I've been travelling the far depths of planet earth, looking for people to apologize to, prosthetic limbs to steal, and bald headed cancer girls to point at.
Here's one thing you can do to get a new taste on life:
Go find the most terminally ill woman you can find, someone virtually on her death bed, and lean in to give her a payyonate (Passionate) kiss. After you kiss her, you can tell her "Thanks, I now know what death tastes like"
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
A new world order
With the entrance of Barack Obama in the White House, the United States and the rest of the world are going to experience a brand new regime, with a new world order and some not so published rules that one must follow as the Obama reign begins.
No begging without guaranteed fellatio: The United States is going through a recession, and I don't have a cent to spare. If I see you sloppy women begging for my spare change outside a starbucks, your begging better be accompanied by letting me fuck the shit out of your face. If you're not a woman and are begging me for said spare change, if I'm in a good mood and have a blindfold, I might listen.
BBW's are meant for 1 thing: If you're a BBW, your only job is to suck a man's penis dry. During the Bush administration, you said no quite a bit, but as the new regime comes in, you are limited to saying the following words: "Yes," "Slurp Slurp," and "Your penis tastes like a pudding pop." Say anything else and you're a god damn traitor.
If you have a terminal disease, see the above law: Look, sick girl, I, like most men don't give a shit if you're going to die. What have you done for me lately? Nothing, but that can change. Take your oxygen tube out of your nose and choke on my cock. The upside to you dying of a terminal disease is that a man will never sully your repuation and tell his friends you're a slut.
Alternate identities are legal: If you tell a woman your fake name, you might be guilty of fraud, but under the Obama regime, you can tell a woman anything, and if she tries to do research on you, then she's guilty of espionage. A man needs to hide behind his fake identity and the cunts who don't try to seek the truth will be put to the death!
Party favors (of all sorts) are legal too: If you want to get a woman marinating and ready to be face fucked, how can you do it without party favors? Well, during the Bush administration, most party favors were illegal, but now, under the new world order, they're all legal? You can spike a broad's drink with anything you want; catnip, horse tranquilizers, you name it, and if she doesn't let you Stage 4 her, you can sue her for theft.
Man, I love the new world order!
No begging without guaranteed fellatio: The United States is going through a recession, and I don't have a cent to spare. If I see you sloppy women begging for my spare change outside a starbucks, your begging better be accompanied by letting me fuck the shit out of your face. If you're not a woman and are begging me for said spare change, if I'm in a good mood and have a blindfold, I might listen.
BBW's are meant for 1 thing: If you're a BBW, your only job is to suck a man's penis dry. During the Bush administration, you said no quite a bit, but as the new regime comes in, you are limited to saying the following words: "Yes," "Slurp Slurp," and "Your penis tastes like a pudding pop." Say anything else and you're a god damn traitor.
If you have a terminal disease, see the above law: Look, sick girl, I, like most men don't give a shit if you're going to die. What have you done for me lately? Nothing, but that can change. Take your oxygen tube out of your nose and choke on my cock. The upside to you dying of a terminal disease is that a man will never sully your repuation and tell his friends you're a slut.
Alternate identities are legal: If you tell a woman your fake name, you might be guilty of fraud, but under the Obama regime, you can tell a woman anything, and if she tries to do research on you, then she's guilty of espionage. A man needs to hide behind his fake identity and the cunts who don't try to seek the truth will be put to the death!
Party favors (of all sorts) are legal too: If you want to get a woman marinating and ready to be face fucked, how can you do it without party favors? Well, during the Bush administration, most party favors were illegal, but now, under the new world order, they're all legal? You can spike a broad's drink with anything you want; catnip, horse tranquilizers, you name it, and if she doesn't let you Stage 4 her, you can sue her for theft.
Man, I love the new world order!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Scenarios with a 100% poon closing ratio
As a red blooded man, I often times wonder, how can I get more poon? It's the eternal question bogging down the minds of men everywhere. I'm going to give you some suggestions where you are guaranteed not only some poon, but a 100% closing ratio on poon.
Scenario # 1: You're at a party of some sort and you get pulled into a restroom stall by a woman. This is the fantasy of most guys everywhere, dirty sex in a public restroom. It's a great way to do it, because most girls who pull guys into a restroom stall don't ask supplemental information like name, occupation, or they VIN # from a car. In this scenario, think about it, you can have sex and never be caught sans condom, because the cunt doesn't know your name.
Scenario # 2: You're at a cancer ward at a local hospital and you meet a BBW who happens to be there because she's suffering from (any type) cancer. Rather than befriending her, so that she doesn't die alone, you use her lack of health for your advantage. A simple $4.95 investment in some saline and syringes is all you need to get her in the sack. Show up at the cancer ward and start talking to her, presumably about Twinkies and Mallo-mars and tell her you're also dying of (any type of) cancer and how you are scared of dying as a virgin. If she asks you for proof, take out the syringe and show her your medicene. By then she'll be sucking you dry and letting you face fuck the shit out of her. Just remember to wear a condom, otherwise, you'll get the chemo.
Scenario # 3: You're arguing with some girl about whatever, whether it be money, billing issues, whatever, you just need to shut up and apologize to her. Let the cunt know you're wrong and reach out to her, so that she can suck your dick. When you apologize to a girl, you're rebuilding a broken bridge, one that only receiving fellatio can fix. Since you did something wrong, it's only fair that you apologize, by letting her suck your dick. After she sucks you dry, might as well stage 4 that slut.
Scenario $ 4: If all else fails, go to West Hollywood, wearing a blindfold and let the night progress as it should. Remember, you'll always find a warm mouth and some strange ass to give you what you need, and a blindfold gives you a mulligan.
Keep up the good work, Phil Asheeyans!
Scenario # 1: You're at a party of some sort and you get pulled into a restroom stall by a woman. This is the fantasy of most guys everywhere, dirty sex in a public restroom. It's a great way to do it, because most girls who pull guys into a restroom stall don't ask supplemental information like name, occupation, or they VIN # from a car. In this scenario, think about it, you can have sex and never be caught sans condom, because the cunt doesn't know your name.
Scenario # 2: You're at a cancer ward at a local hospital and you meet a BBW who happens to be there because she's suffering from (any type) cancer. Rather than befriending her, so that she doesn't die alone, you use her lack of health for your advantage. A simple $4.95 investment in some saline and syringes is all you need to get her in the sack. Show up at the cancer ward and start talking to her, presumably about Twinkies and Mallo-mars and tell her you're also dying of (any type of) cancer and how you are scared of dying as a virgin. If she asks you for proof, take out the syringe and show her your medicene. By then she'll be sucking you dry and letting you face fuck the shit out of her. Just remember to wear a condom, otherwise, you'll get the chemo.
Scenario # 3: You're arguing with some girl about whatever, whether it be money, billing issues, whatever, you just need to shut up and apologize to her. Let the cunt know you're wrong and reach out to her, so that she can suck your dick. When you apologize to a girl, you're rebuilding a broken bridge, one that only receiving fellatio can fix. Since you did something wrong, it's only fair that you apologize, by letting her suck your dick. After she sucks you dry, might as well stage 4 that slut.
Scenario $ 4: If all else fails, go to West Hollywood, wearing a blindfold and let the night progress as it should. Remember, you'll always find a warm mouth and some strange ass to give you what you need, and a blindfold gives you a mulligan.
Keep up the good work, Phil Asheeyans!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
A topicless blog
Q: What is the difference between a woman with cancer and a woman with diabetes?
A: You can't catch chemo from a diabetic.
Q: What do a terminally ill woman and Heath Ledger have in common?
A: Nothing, unless the ill woman is going to commit suicide.
Ok, so I'm officially going to hell now, but on the way, let's discuss a few things. It's Friday night, and you have no plans, but want to get a woman. Allow me to present C-Mud's Friday Night kit. In this kit, you'll find everything you need to party. It's an average looking stainless steel kit with a few essentials: lubricant, anal beads, quaaludes, blow, and pixie dust. Take this kit with you and if used correctly on a woman, you're guaranteed to get them to Stage 3, at a minumum.
Of course, C-Mud is EOPM (Equal Opportunity Poon Man) so his kit will need to be altered for people of different persuasions. If you meet the BBW, above 18, of course, you'll need to buy some Jell-o pudding. If you meet a black woman, you'll need to get your hands on some crack.
The C-Mud Friday Night kit is available at fine retailers for $59.99.
Ok, so you forgot your C-Mud Friday night kit, on to scenario # 2. The club is about to close, and your little buddy is hard. This is the perfect time to get your hands on a BBW. Just make sure you don't tell her your real name. The best name to use is that of your worst enemy. That way, if she gets pregnant, your worst enemy is on the hook. Feed the BBW a slice of pizza or a macho burrito and you're guaranteed to get her in Stage 4.
So you're not at the club anymore, maybe you didn't get in, or you got kicked out for Yaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooow!-ing it up (which should be legal) with every girl..on to scenario #3. A cancer (or non-STD) support group. Find the sickest looking girl there, maybe one hooked up to an oxygen machine or ivy and offer her some consolation. Tell her you're dying too and you're going to die a virgin, unless terminally ill cancer girl is willing to give you some pity love. Cancer girls are 74.9% more likely to give pity love than girls without cancer, as they're going to die too. A girl on her deathbed can be a slut because no one will mention that in her eulogy. Remember, wear a condom when doing a cancer girl, as they spread the chemo, a condition that kills. (I know someone who died of the chemo)
If you don't have a support group in your village, and scenario 1 and 2 are not doing it for you, your last ditch effort is to find that hot aunt or cousin that you're related to, not by blood, and instigate some stuff between them and their spouse. After they fight with their spouse, go over and console the aunt or cousin and while they're crying, put them in stage 1. Stage 2-4 will surely follow when they realize that you're more than just a shoulder to cry on. Make sure they're related to you, not by blood, as I do not condone having sex with blood relatives - it's illegal.
It's a bad, bad world out there boys, you have 1 thing to protect you, your false identity. Don't be a fool!
A: You can't catch chemo from a diabetic.
Q: What do a terminally ill woman and Heath Ledger have in common?
A: Nothing, unless the ill woman is going to commit suicide.
Ok, so I'm officially going to hell now, but on the way, let's discuss a few things. It's Friday night, and you have no plans, but want to get a woman. Allow me to present C-Mud's Friday Night kit. In this kit, you'll find everything you need to party. It's an average looking stainless steel kit with a few essentials: lubricant, anal beads, quaaludes, blow, and pixie dust. Take this kit with you and if used correctly on a woman, you're guaranteed to get them to Stage 3, at a minumum.
Of course, C-Mud is EOPM (Equal Opportunity Poon Man) so his kit will need to be altered for people of different persuasions. If you meet the BBW, above 18, of course, you'll need to buy some Jell-o pudding. If you meet a black woman, you'll need to get your hands on some crack.
The C-Mud Friday Night kit is available at fine retailers for $59.99.
Ok, so you forgot your C-Mud Friday night kit, on to scenario # 2. The club is about to close, and your little buddy is hard. This is the perfect time to get your hands on a BBW. Just make sure you don't tell her your real name. The best name to use is that of your worst enemy. That way, if she gets pregnant, your worst enemy is on the hook. Feed the BBW a slice of pizza or a macho burrito and you're guaranteed to get her in Stage 4.
So you're not at the club anymore, maybe you didn't get in, or you got kicked out for Yaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooow!-ing it up (which should be legal) with every girl..on to scenario #3. A cancer (or non-STD) support group. Find the sickest looking girl there, maybe one hooked up to an oxygen machine or ivy and offer her some consolation. Tell her you're dying too and you're going to die a virgin, unless terminally ill cancer girl is willing to give you some pity love. Cancer girls are 74.9% more likely to give pity love than girls without cancer, as they're going to die too. A girl on her deathbed can be a slut because no one will mention that in her eulogy. Remember, wear a condom when doing a cancer girl, as they spread the chemo, a condition that kills. (I know someone who died of the chemo)
If you don't have a support group in your village, and scenario 1 and 2 are not doing it for you, your last ditch effort is to find that hot aunt or cousin that you're related to, not by blood, and instigate some stuff between them and their spouse. After they fight with their spouse, go over and console the aunt or cousin and while they're crying, put them in stage 1. Stage 2-4 will surely follow when they realize that you're more than just a shoulder to cry on. Make sure they're related to you, not by blood, as I do not condone having sex with blood relatives - it's illegal.
It's a bad, bad world out there boys, you have 1 thing to protect you, your false identity. Don't be a fool!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
New Years Resolutions
Happy 2009, readers of Phil's blog!!! Thank you for your continued support and I promise 2009 will be the best year ever for Phil Asheeyo Joe.
With the beginning of a new year comes opportunities to start anew and accomplish goals that were not addressed in the previous year.
Here are some goals which all my readers should try to achieve as the new year begins:
1) Put at least 3 girls a month in Stage 1, 2 girls in Stage 2, and 1 girl in Stage 4. Remember, you can knock this goal out if you have a steady diet of BBW's, toothless women, cancer girls, and party favors handy. Don't be stupid and give the girls your real name, and don't waste any money on condoms. Remember, your only protection is your made up name, etc.
2) Incorporate some latin payyon in your daily life. Women, especially relatively hot ones, love latin men, so remember, adjusting the way joo talk can often translate into 3 or 4 extra women to face fuck on a monthly basis. Chang Lee can easily become Carlos Leon de Montes with a sombrero and some payyonate words for the ladies.
3) Befriend at least 1 girl who has terminal cancer. Women who are about to die will let you stage 4 them 85% more often than women who are going to live a long and happy life. Plus, if you slip up and tell cancer girl your real name and spooge inside her, since she's about to die, the bastard kid will never be born.
4) Raise your standards. Hey, it's a new year, time to stop going for the 300 pound BBW's and trade up, for the 245 lb BBW's. They're a little lighter and I bet more flexible too. The hotter the girl, the better your self esteem will be. Remember, keep the 300 lb BBW when you're really desperate.
5) Quaaludes-a-plenty. Women are 78% more likely to allow your finger in their vagina if you enhance their night with (legal) party favors. Now I'm not suggesting you feed them Quaaludes to lubricate their hole down below, but maybe an extra shot of 151 or something similar. Remember, party favors make every girl a party girl.
6) Just go out there and have fun. No matter what, as long as you have a good false identity, some party favors, a diet of fat or terminally ill girls, and a payyonate latin accent, life will never be too boring.
On a sad note, I want to offer my condolences to Kelly Preston and that guy she shacks up with, regarding the death of their son. It's always sad when someone dies, but my sources tell me that KD disease is often passed from the father. So really, Kelly Preston's guy's fault that the kid died. Stupid parents - not checking their genome. Anyways Kelly, if you need to mourn the loss, I have a lap available at all times for your face. I'm ready for my thank you fellatio!
Make me proud Phil's Readers!
With the beginning of a new year comes opportunities to start anew and accomplish goals that were not addressed in the previous year.
Here are some goals which all my readers should try to achieve as the new year begins:
1) Put at least 3 girls a month in Stage 1, 2 girls in Stage 2, and 1 girl in Stage 4. Remember, you can knock this goal out if you have a steady diet of BBW's, toothless women, cancer girls, and party favors handy. Don't be stupid and give the girls your real name, and don't waste any money on condoms. Remember, your only protection is your made up name, etc.
2) Incorporate some latin payyon in your daily life. Women, especially relatively hot ones, love latin men, so remember, adjusting the way joo talk can often translate into 3 or 4 extra women to face fuck on a monthly basis. Chang Lee can easily become Carlos Leon de Montes with a sombrero and some payyonate words for the ladies.
3) Befriend at least 1 girl who has terminal cancer. Women who are about to die will let you stage 4 them 85% more often than women who are going to live a long and happy life. Plus, if you slip up and tell cancer girl your real name and spooge inside her, since she's about to die, the bastard kid will never be born.
4) Raise your standards. Hey, it's a new year, time to stop going for the 300 pound BBW's and trade up, for the 245 lb BBW's. They're a little lighter and I bet more flexible too. The hotter the girl, the better your self esteem will be. Remember, keep the 300 lb BBW when you're really desperate.
5) Quaaludes-a-plenty. Women are 78% more likely to allow your finger in their vagina if you enhance their night with (legal) party favors. Now I'm not suggesting you feed them Quaaludes to lubricate their hole down below, but maybe an extra shot of 151 or something similar. Remember, party favors make every girl a party girl.
6) Just go out there and have fun. No matter what, as long as you have a good false identity, some party favors, a diet of fat or terminally ill girls, and a payyonate latin accent, life will never be too boring.
On a sad note, I want to offer my condolences to Kelly Preston and that guy she shacks up with, regarding the death of their son. It's always sad when someone dies, but my sources tell me that KD disease is often passed from the father. So really, Kelly Preston's guy's fault that the kid died. Stupid parents - not checking their genome. Anyways Kelly, if you need to mourn the loss, I have a lap available at all times for your face. I'm ready for my thank you fellatio!
Make me proud Phil's Readers!
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