"The Friend aka JOYKILL"

I went to this club last night (yes, a Tuesday night)... welcome to NYC.

I took this girl who I recently started working with for a project at school. I don't really know her that well cuz she's in a program that's different than mine. But last night, I kinda mentioned that I was going out and she told me that she wanted to go... The place is called Spa and its a joint where I can usually spot a celebrity and have a good time (PDiddy gives a shout out to Spa in the Welcome to Altanta Remix)... anyway, my friend dj's there, so I always get treated like a king... free admission, free drinks, and VIP section...

Anyway, I don't normally invite strangers out like that (I can't let them in on my secrets/strategies/mi vida loca right away), but she seemed kinda down and was complaining how she never goes out in NYC. So I told her to meet me there and she shows up with "a friend."

Now, here's what I hate... I hate when girls ruin everything for all girls...

The friend, who obviously didn't seem like she wanted to be there, was pretty anti-social the whole night. My newfound friend was having fun, meeting all my friends, drinking, and bobbing her head the whole time. We were dancing for a minute, but we had to stop b/c the friend was in the corner pouting and looking at her watch.

WHY THE FREAK DID YOU EVEN COME??

now i know that logically my newfound friend didn't want to go to a club by herself or anything, which is why she brought the friend, but why can't that girl just suck it up?? Guys do that all the time... when a homie needs to be at a certain place to meet someone or just to be at, guy friends are always willing to grab a beer, chill at the bar, and let their boy do his thang...

BUT girls who aren't having fun make sure that their girl friends KNOW that they're not having fun, causing the whole/ part of the girl group to leave.

They did end up leaving. The "friend" didn't even fight it, even though she saw that her friend was having a good time... and my friend just went along with it as a way to save their friendship...

I swear, women are such drama. It doesn't make sense to me.

2 Boy's Night Out

The following men have been demoted to boy status;

The Shark
Mr. Splash
Poi Dog

due to lack of posting. if you wish to have your manly rights returned, then you must plead your case to the Voodoo, who in essence has your balls.

voodoo

My brother sent this to me earlier... I thought it was definitely worth posting on "Boys Night Out."

Every 14th of February you get the chance to display your fondness for your wife or girlfriend by showering her with gifts, flowers, dinner, shows and any other baubles that women find romantic.

Secret...guys feel left out. That's right...left out. There's no special holiday for the ladies to show their appreciation for the men in their life. Men as a whole are either too proud or just too embarrassed to admit it. Which is why a new holiday has been created. March 20th is now officially "Steak & Blowjob Day." Simple, effective and self-explanatory...this holiday has been created so your ladies can have a day to show your man just how much you love him. No cards, no flowers, no special nights on the town-the name of the holiday explains it all...just a steak and a BJ. That's it.

This twin pairing of Valentine's Day and Steak & Blowjob Day will usher in a new age of love as men everywhere will try THAT much harder in February to ensure a more memorable March! It's like a perpetual love machine. The word is already spreading, but as with any new idea, it needs a little push to start the ball rolling. So spread the word, and help bring love and peace to this crazy world.

Dayam..!! I tried to Blog, but it got erased and I can't find it! I wrote like 2 paragraphs too.. !! Oh well I'll try again later.. But just know that the Stallion is back! And with a vengeance..

Final Warning

I don't know where my last post went, but to sum it up:

1. if certain menfriends don't start posting I will deactivate accounts immediately effective 1/23/02.

2. Kevin Nadal is HOT.

3. The other boys are: (d) afraid of Kevin Nadal.


I have spoken.
Voodoo

Kevin Nadal is my hero.

(*Let's see how long it'll take this to get on google*).

Where are the other boys at?
They're either
a) getting some (highly unlikely)
b) tacking, jacking off, spanking the monkey, masturbating (pretty likely)
c) not doing a damn thing and just are too lazy to write... (most likely).

Voodoo, I think that a threatening email should be in the works...

Kevin Nadal is the king of the universe...

UPDATE FROM NEW YORK

Okay, finally an update! from someone!

I figured something out about California Filipina girls.. (could possibly apply to ALL California girls but I've only tested it on this small population so far).

Lately, I've been meeting an abundance of California pinays who have either recently moved to New York or have just visited New York... Upon meeting these girls, I immediately tell them that I'm originally from the Bay Area and that I'm getting my doctorate here in the city. Of course they're impressed but there's something more that draws them in further.

Most California girls have lived in CA their entire lives and are desperately seeking change. In fact, one of the reasons why these women might even visit (or move) to NY is to spice up their lives a bit... So I immediately begin a conversation about how much I love the Bay Area, but how I hate feeling stagnant over there. 99.9% of the time the girls agree. We begin to talk about how frustrating Pilipinos are in CA and how places like Mission Rock or F&A's aren't cutting it anymore... Then I ask them what they want to do with their lives and they usually tell me their goals... Now, not only have I gained their trust (I'm from their homelands and understand how they're feeling), but now I'm also this new exotic friend from New York... Because of this, THEY are the ones that are calling me, THEY are the ones that want to hang out, THEY are the ones that are buying me drinks... I'm simply playing a combined role of tourguide/psychologist/friend....

And just when the moment is right.... BAM...

I win.