2025: Will You Glow Or Blow?

Ladies and germs, it’s officially 2025

Pull out your cocks and wash your coochie, you all survived another year of sodomy

I hope every reader seeing this did well and thrived in this harsh and grim timeline

That being said I won’t blackpill further because there’s a chance at redemption.. a return to form.. a second glory is said to be emerging

We may finally be able to ban canola and soy oils, hot hoes are wearing sundresses and learning to knit and cook, international wars are slowly dying down (for the next five years at least and whatever..) and all that other based stuff you see on Twitter seems very promising

I mean sure… the world is still gonna get jizzed on in the next two decades and we may live through Terminator 2 but for now shits looking sweet

Now the real question is

How are YOU gonna do in 2025?

Are you gonna fuck or suck?

Are you gonna get rich or die trying?

Are you gonna learn yoga?

Etc etc

My point is the same as every new year post I make in January

It’s time to forgot the sins and rack up the wins and then make love to hot Russian twins

My goals are making cash, get jacked, gaslight sexy bitches and get married to a gypsy

I also promise I will fund the worlds first WMD to run on cigar smoke and kefir, DON’T ASK ME HOW

Okay good talk

Gonna eat 200 grams of blue cheese

And for all my stans, you can pay the villain with beers! Cheers!

Mad Men: The Don Question

Don fucking Draper

Depending on who you ask, this fictional iron jaw man is either the greatest inspirational character in TV history or the biggest scumbag to ever disgrace the screen..

I’m trying to understand why he is beloved/hated

And I’m trying to do it in a very simple and hopefully not douchebag-from-YouTube-essay way

Let’s roll

Why is Don so LOVED?

Don is the American Dream come true

A piece of shit loser raised in a whorehouse that faked an entirely new identity and somehow managed to become a rich superstar in the advertising industry against all the shitty odds given to him by God

Lot of people connect with that, they say in America anyone can make it

In the fictional world of 50s NYC, Draper proved it true and a lot of aspiring princes look up to him as a model hustler

He is also (on surface) the masculine ideal

Well dressed, bountiful in social status, financially successful, great at fucking hoes

What’s not to like?

Every man with working testicles will admit that he wants all those things

In the modern canola world where people look up to characters and gurus online to inspire them, Donny D is a solid starter pack character

Some deep introspective souls might connect with him for entirely different reasons

Maybe because the real charm in Draper is how big of a fuck up he is in his personal life and the relatable mirror he holds against the life of the modern male

On paper Don has it all, but as we go through more and more seasons in the show we see how broken this dickhead really is

Can fuck every girl but can’t hold a relationship, drinks himself to death, lonely despite his many “friends”, shitty father, shitty brother, shitty business partner

He fucks up everything he touches (in his personal life) but on the outside he acts like king of the hill, there’s nothing wrong with him and he’s a genius

That’s what many men feel is expected of them, pretend you have the biggest cock while you cry in the bathroom five minutes after

If you’re not XY, fucking die

So everyone puts on an eminence front and plays the game like Don

Very commonplace and makes him our representative of the broken studs

Why is Don HATED?

Mainly I see this by female viewers and gays buuut it’s not that unjustified

Don is a SCUMBAG, straight up

He’s a serial cheater, his ego is like a cancerous tumor, he steps on the feet of business partners when he feels slighted, he basically got his own brother sent to the pearly gates, his kid girl doesn’t respect him and his boy kid is a retard, he is ungrateful, he tans terribly and so on and so on

A lot of people it seems can’t find the grace and value in Don’s flaws and I guess it’s all perspective

To be honest, would you like working with Don?

Nah

He’s better to view from a distance

Like a butterface

If we had a Don in our personal lives, unless he gave us money and free booze we probably wouldn’t stand him

Just because Betty is a piece of shit it doesn’t mean we have to pretend Don is a saint

Although no one does? There’s this notion the show wants us to herald him even though it’s clear from the show title and storylines that this guy is no hero, just very successful and a survivor of his own vices

Don Draper is many things but definitely not forgettable

Okay, nothing more to add

Gonna drink some vitamins and feel annoyed about not having another million dollars and a blowjob

Thanks for clicking?

Good Girl ©

How do I describe my favorite girl in the whole wide world?

How can one handsome poet, talented as he might be, even begin to do justice to the loveliness of this walking ray of sunshine?

Do I start off by talking about her amazing eyes that twinkle and shine as bright as the purest of moons?

Do I mention that she has a world class feminine figure that inspires me the desire to repopulate the earth every night?

How about praising her for loyalty and modesty?

Her sense of humor is undoubtedly the best I have ever seen in a woman, she actually makes me laugh.. like.. not at her, because of her! Yes! A woman with wit!

Her politics are b a s e d

She’s a hell of a video editor

A true throwback babe with a penchant for the heavy music of the 2000s, always Alice in Chains playing in the background of whatever hot selfie video she sends

I can go on and on

My babygirl is magic

I never thought I’d gush over someone like this, congratulations to you babe

Stole my heart she sure did

Nothing I will ever speak or write will do her awesomeness magic

She is Daddy’s little princess, the way she looks up to me fills me with such joy

We started off like every great pairing.. as verbal combatants, naturally
We insulted each other for an hour, she lurked my socials and realized I’m the greatest man that exists and a pure soul and was hooked since
I tried to resist her advances and pretend I wasn’t into her but I always went back.. talking to her just felt right

When she wasn’t around I was always missing something.. nights were empty
She’s reading this and going “Awwwww” or blushing heavily now hopefully
Honestly, our story is pretty unusual.. very old school lovey dovey yet riddled with the challenges of modernity
But I love every second of it

Even when I have to get mad at her and humble her, deep down inside I stop getting mad after five minutes

She really got me
She’s mine, totally owned, trained and well educated
And I’m hers too
It is what it is

Can’t be a smartass about it
I love her
She loves me
More than anything is what she says, more than life itself
That’s why she has a permanent spot on Papi’s lap

I’ll try not going into too much details about this but as far as night time activity?
What a match..
Sunshine knows how to get the vascularity out of her man that’s for sure

I’ve been hooked for far too long and I can’t complain
When we talked on the phone for 7 hours until sunrise for the first time.. woooooooooow
At that minute I knew, my baby has a good life in front of her
Because I got the power to make her life so exciting and from that moment on so I did

AA,
Light of my life
From Mr. LIGHT OF LIFE himself,
I love you ❤

2024: Hella Junk or Slam Dunk?

Another new year is upon us

The gyms are crowded with acne-riddled teens from TikTok

Many New Year promises that will never be fulfilled are being made as we speak

Various hoes still recovering from getting rawdogged in the Miami clubs

Wonderful times upon us all surely

If we ignore multiple money wars being waged outside the sweet little soft Western world, this really is a special time

Lots of expectations for everyone when January rolls around

I gotta do this, gotta do that, gotta fuck this bitch, gotta get XY cash

I’m getting older and older and closer to death with every day

And something I recently learned (or remembered) is that expectations are a great tool of Satan

When you start being entitled and you’re sure you gotta get this, that and the third.. not only you won’t get SHIT you will also get SHIT

And SHIT ON

It’s true

One should endeavor to work hard and facilitate change

But keep your fucking mouth shut and take it easy

I’m not just busting your balls, it’s relevant to me too

Work hard, be a good person, swim through the spikes that shred your testicles, and eventually you will reap the fruits of your labor

Hopefully

That’s it really

Thanks for reading

Fuck you ❤

2020s Foreign War 2: Electric Boogaloo

Soak in the scenes, fellas.
Pumpkin spice infused warm beverages, leaves blowing gently through the air calmingly and most importantly the war mongering scumbags of humanity wasting your tax money to lazily fight a battle that they don’t reaaaally want to end. Oh boy.

That’s right. Today we’re discussing WAR.

I heard a beautiful quote to describe war by a Vietnam veteran and it goes as follows..
“War is where the young and happy get sent to die by the old and miserable.” Can I get a truuuuuue?
Well, the funny thing is war wasn’t always like this.
War used to be very real and not just a money laundering scheme to milk the Senate.

Back in the day of sandals and crotch capes, when you went to war you had a very real threat. Yeah.
You were basically doing the work of God, fighting to your last breath the preserve your culture.
The ancient Canaanites didn’t have rockets or dumb drones hovering over their heads, it was mountain sized half-breed cunts like Goliath coming to fuck shit up and take loot.
What happened?

Well, basically the world turned into shit in every possible way and as we were neutered into soft stains of jizz in every facet of life naturally that also involves combat and war.
You have an industry that milks and drains the ball-sacks of poor soldiers but denies them the honor and dignity of combat.
You train kids to shoot, kill, rescue but somewhere along those lines came the Luciferian advocates that wax hypocrisy about human rights while lining their pockets in Raytheon stocks.

So you’re told to shoot, but it’s shoot knees and not skulls. Bastard stabbed an old woman and you made the world happier one sheep fucker less? Go to jail, hero. You did your job too well.
It’s all a big illusion. Because an effective army is against Da Plan. The big lie can’t keep on without enemies. So you can do your job well, just not TOO WELL.

Start a war every few years, good people die, milk money, buy/sell stocks, profit, inflation, elections, profit and profit and profit, rinse repeat.

May Allah send wolves to bite those “leaders” in their atrophied cocks.
Speaking of big lies and hypocrites…
The average dumb fuck that reacts to war is no innocent party.
Feeding all the fugazi, watching the fake news. Yes, even during war it’s a big fake. They give just enough information to make you mad and scared but not the real information of the horrors because if the average citizen knew what was going on he would get a brain and buy illegal weapons and take the law into his own hands like all the intelligent children of God believe we should do.
No, no… not good. Make memes, and spread bad propaganda clips.

What about foreign combatants and invaders?
Oh, thanks for asking.
Kill them all. This is war. The international laws for honorable combat are a joke. Rapists in tunnels don’t care about going to court. They’re dying anyway. It’s torture and sodomy, friends.
Public square hanging, eye removal. Icepicks in the testicles. Live on TV. The govs sell us out for pleasure and gain so at least let us get satisfaction against the rivals you picked out for us.

I love life. I love nature. I hate unnecessary violence.
But God said eye for an eye. And sometimes I wanna take a leg too.

Nothing personal though. Hate of the enemy blinds you. It’s just to send a message. I am not a fanatic. May the best man win.

The average reader of this esoteric piece isn’t rational. He has “sides” and “winners and losers.”
No such thing. Everyone loses in war. The only win is seeing through the bullshit, keeping your loved ones safe and protecting your mind.

I’m done. All I can really say is…
Peace.
😉

Haterade In The Modern Age

Something that really gets on my ass and ruins my vibe heavy is when low vibrational soy consuming canola pushing fuckwads diss up and coming artists/athletes/scammers who are trying to chase a goal and bag up.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to become a role model for the misguided with hella cash?

I mean, it’s not me… I am broke. Allegedly. That being said.. uh..

I still have sympathy for anyone slaving away at their craft.

The guy that doxxes naked hoes and stacks e-com money spent years as a pencil pushing faggy wagie before he got slop and commissions.

The painter that spammed your feed with naked artsy portraits had to break his fingers first drawing Tanya.

That drug addicted musician got his ass tickled by Luciferian old men to publish your fav albums.

Fuck you.

You should be inspired by the creative idiots and Adderall-fueled mega hustlers because unlike you we do something.

Go buy your shitty tickets to Rome or Dubai so you can play it lit for one week you bitch.

Fucking jabroni.

Cool people who are honest with good vibes and a work ethic deserve the flex.

Bad bitches should honestly automatically give em the gap and dudes should pay whatever they ask.

Most of the population is trash and jello.

HATER.

Haters are spiritually castrated. No balls, no drive. You hate someone? Okay, do his gimmick better. Oh yeah you can’t huh? Suck a throbbing pulsating dick.

Shoutout to all the hustlers.

Although sometimes you guys suck and use very wack marketing, I don’t mind though.

It’s easy to hate behind the sofa with chips like those wannabe quarterbacks, talking about “we lost the game”.. “we”?

Dickhead.

I’m no special authority on this, I don’t have haters or massive fame. Just needles and a cute face. But it’s my site and I tell you all the correct way to think.

I will now await the DMs from the babes now.

I had to remind you all I have valuable opinions that are not about Da Fuckin’.

Fuckery, Discontent, Gratitude

Well, it’s that time again

Life finally gave me enough shitty stimuli for me to write again

Life is swell

Money is slowly stacked

I got new window shades

I make roastbeef dishes that are absolutely delightful

All the stuff that makes up for my inability to take decent chunks of shit without burning up like a scorched Afghan corpse

Since everything is on the up, I’ve been thinking.. what’s the next move? What would make me happier?

I could juice up to 220 lbs maybe?

Get a new place?

Become a G Manifesto bootleg copy with suit swoops?

I don’t fucking know, I just don’t want to be content that much I’m certain

We men are never truly satisfied, when we’re satisfied we lose our flame, our mojo, OUR BALLS

Even when God sends morally questionable hot adult teens into my life which I always ask for.. I get excited and then it’s.. just another slice of life to handle…

Business plays and parlor tricks, yada yada.. routine bullshit

I say I wanna challenge myself in the career field, I find hardass clientele that busts balls.. I get it as ordered.. And it’s like.. a nuisance.. not even a trouble.. just something you wanna move past on a checklist

What if getting my custom-made Italian suit- wandering the high-end district-Met Gala- Egyptian silk sheet threesome fantasies will disappoint just as much?

Does anything material and physical in this life besides mortal combat ever make you whole?

Besides the worship of God, everything is futile

I feel like King Solomon

Everything is so dull

The medicine to such nihilism boils down to:

  1. Keep good company
  2. Meet interesting people, find muse and inspiration in your fans and critics alike
  3. Kiss beautiful women
  4. Thank God
  5. Thank GOD

Just keep the gratitude train rolling

Because somewhere is a one-nutted motherfucker that is praying nightly to have your life as is even if it’s subjectively SHIT

I will keep wearing decent to extravagant clothing, I will keep annoying hot girls that have world-class ass (hello if you’re reading this you sexy bitch ❤️), I will continue to maintain the Stones are better than the shitty Beatles, I will not eat bugs, I will stay hot and manifest good vibes, I WILL GET A GOOD NIGHT’S REST!

Hopefully, I will continue to have more subjects to write about soon and a nice sloppy blowjob to accompany the typing

The new WordPress editor is cancer

Xoxo,
Restless Stud

Did You Know There’s A New Year™ In Planet Earth®?

Happy belated New Year you delightful fucks. How are you all doing?

You motivated to succeed until February pulls up on yo ass like an undercover cop car? You heartbroken again due to beautiful belligerent bitches? You making a lot of money at the expense of your humanity?

Whatever it may be, I understand ya.

The New Year is always an exciting time for many.

It’s all glammer and it feels like you just escaped the slammer of Previous Year.

You’re a free man/woman/toad.

There’s no calendar days attached to trauma and depression! You can start FRESH! Although the lingering rectal sting sensation from previous life fuck ups remains forever, the optimism is plentiful.

This isn’t a depressing post. It’s a motivate-you-to-rawdog-every-year-until-you-die post.

New Year is just a psyop. Time is possibly not even a real thing. But humans are symbolic and the idea of new™ lets us cope and ignore our blatant PTSD from living in the lamest era of humanity.

So my point is this:

Let’s go get this fucking bread

Let’s continue to do silly shit

Let’s lift weights and not get heart attacks like certain people randomly do now

Let’s just have fun because we all will die soon enough

To all the homies that remained in my life trying to make it, big love.

To all my sexy weirdo ladies, padre loves you too and I know you’re just confused. It’s never personal.

2023 is here and we STILL won’t rest and FOREVER will not sleep.

Lana Del Rey Part 2

He was a troubled rebellious lad with a bad reputation and a way with words who is probably good at tying ropes, she was a run down borderline suicidal slice of potential heaven with the perfect lips for the playing on the skin flute. She was spoiled. He spoils. They fuck. She’s happy for the five minutes they got together. He’s a liar who means well. They will eventually explode into madness together. Match made in heaven.

That is the basic synopsis for almost every Lana Del Rey Mysterio song minus cocaine and without mentioning the daddy kink or Old Hollywood fetish. Kind of.

Which makes me raise the following question like Lana’s voice raises my weiner.. why are we (men) attracted to the things we know are ultimately bad for us?

I talk to girls that always bitch about their love for the toxic that ends up hurting them yet they keep going at it over and over.

But what about the guys that indulge these bitches and get their heart ruined from excessive fucking and bad breakups?

I hope those girls don’t read this.. (I hope they do because they can’t do shit about me using them as an idea xoxo)

Anyway, men have a lust for the wicked just like the chicas do. We like thinking we can take the crazy broad and change her and bring order into her world and be the big sexy hero of her life. Fucking superhero fantasy.

It’s like all those guys Lana dated before she started eating at Burger King. All allegedly cool and tough and dangerous until she realized deep down they were sweet and the illusion was killed. Doot doot dooot.

Almost as if she realized they were trying to do her good and that inner whore devil decision making side said cut it out you fuck. Can’t get that redemption arc yet.

That’s how you get a song like In My Feelings where Lana cries while masturbating and calls her ex lover a loser.

Is the poor boy really a loser? Maybe a retard, sure. Did he really think he can taste the nectar of the Pepsi Pussy and leave unharmed by drama?

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like Lana because she knows better but can’t do better. Fucked over by her own nature. Sad, sad, sad.

Deep down she loves the drama. And we love drama. No men is complete without being in love with a crazy cunt. It’s what makes us REAL MEN. A badge of honor. And a girl can’t live without the drama. You know this. Excitement beats boredom. And a Lana type chick is the perfect partner for a tango in a Hell of this making.

The Lanas of the world are like the mythical sirens. So beautiful yet deadly. You wanna listen, touch, kiss at the expense of your life and sanity.

Is it worth it?

Probably.

If I make “her” cry, I wanna use her tears as lube and hold her close. And then lie and be a fake and act Macho after falling in love so she never realizes that power she has over me. Then order sushi and read poetry or shoot rifles. And then fuck each other silly again. Me in my black suit. Her with the necklace and heels. Mm.

Hey man, God bless Lana Del Rey. Making good music, bringing weird girls into my life.

The Priestess of the Sad Girls. Queen of Coney Island. Motivator of Dirty Old Men.

Such grace. Such cinematic quality to each track. Art that will inspire even a monk to stimulation.

It takes a smart man to recognize her genius. She embodies the feminine spectrum to perfection.

I love her and God knows how much I like her fans.

By like her fans I mean I wanna impregnate those ladies after every conversation we end up having.

Is there a point to this?

This isn’t really about Lana Del Rey but it sure fits right?

Few© understand.

Where Is Da Luv

Why do we place guidelines and rules on love?

Whatever happened to just going with the flow?

Baby, fuck your friends and what the group text say

Fuck society and television cuz it’s just you and me and I’m not buying you a fancy watch or a vacation ticket

I just want to break your back on the sofa, whisper lies into your ear and love you hard without ever saying I love you

Don’t play games, just do your stupid hysteria and ask me if I’m cheating every two weeks so I can make jokes and DM girls on the side but fuck it.. you love me anyway right? Bring that fucking ass over here and let me play with your hair

You don’t know how much I like our shit

We’re so fucking toxic, let’s burn the continent

It’s fun till it ain’t

We both leave

You fuck some nerds and I keep on being a scumbag and then I die by the hands of government or drugs

Miss ya (never)

(sometimes)