Arcangelo

Not crazy but very stupid: Attempted to do a backside 180 kickflip from the Moravia kiosko gap. Fist fight against several opponents. Quit my well paying job from home to become a poker grinder. Riskiest (and rewarding): Start my Online business.

I rather dealing with jail, death, or the hospital, but you are not going to disrespect me.

I saw UFOS 27 years ago.

@Knowledge Hoarder Thanks!

Yes and no.

Never. Zero compliments. Only if they ask for it. Her: -"Do you like my hair?" Me: -"Change is good.'' Keep her guessing.

Yes. Alpha but I know I am beta.

Thanks Star! IDK man, I only do daygame, and is not planned, I just live my life. I am simple: I see a woman I like, I go for it. But what I will try to do is find a wing on the fly. Befriend some dude at the bar to gain social validity. -------------------------- Check this out ^Pure Gold. ----------------------- 2 interactions since my last. I went to the supermarket and I saw a woman that I liked. Arc: -"Hi, I saw you and I feel attracted to you. That's why I am now here talking to you. Hi." Arc: -''My name is Arcangelo'' Her: -"Hi, thank you." Since she didn't tell me her name, I said goodbye and leave it at that. My car is at the workshop so I had to take the bus At the terminal I saw a sexy girl: Arc: -"Hi, are you going to XYZ?'' Jennifer: -"No, I am going to ABC, but the bus from XYZ leaves from here too.'' Arc: -"My name is Arcangelo.'' Jen: -"My name is Jennifer.'' Arc: -''Jennifer'' (Eye contact, smiling) Jen: -"I think that's my bus, bye.'' Both of these girls had Lycra shorts, it's like they were begging to be approached. 3 to 5 minutes more with Jen and I would have got her phone number, I swear. I could tell she was receptive. See you next time! Peace.

Thanks Nit! IDK I think my looks are OK. I am a solid 8 but I view myself as a 10. Not shredded but definitely fit (sports are my lifestyle). Not tall, but definitely taller than the average height of my country (by 6 centimeters).

Hi @Ima Freeman I have been sober for 10 years and 4 months! It's my life's biggest accomplishment. My problem was worse than yours. I drank 10 Heineken beers per night from Monday to Saturday. On Sunday the accumulated hangover was so bad I couldn't drink. I got tonsillitis and that's how I got rid of alcoholism. I couldn't do it all by myself. I was so sick I couldn't drink so I took it as an opportunity to quit. Catching tonsillitis was THE best thing that could have happened in my life.

replace the k with a d

YES.

YES.

@Epikur You are poisoning yourself consuming this type of content.

@Yarco I am on your team

How to know you are not deluding yourself?

You have a very valid point here. The guy healed himself to be able to walk again but can't fix his hairline???? hmmm...

Hey guys I found this youtube channel: Definition of nihilism: Positivism sucks? I didn't know... What are your thoughts?

The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” “More or less,” I said. “Are you god?” You asked. “Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.” “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.” You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.” “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?” “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.” “Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,” “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?” “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.” “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.” “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.” I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had. “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.” “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?” “Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.” “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?” “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.” “Where you come from?” You said. “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.” “Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.” “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.” “So what’s the point of it all?” “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?” “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted. I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.” “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?” “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.” “Just me? What about everyone else?” “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.” You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…” “All you. Different incarnations of you.” “Wait. I’m everyone!?” “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. “I’m every human being who ever lived?” “Or who will ever live, yes.” “I’m Abraham Lincoln?” “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added. “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled. “And you’re the millions he killed.” “I’m Jesus?” “And you’re everyone who followed him.” You fell silent. “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.” You thought for a long time. “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?” “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.” “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?” “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.” “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…” “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.” And I sent you on your way.

LOL!

These no fapping threads should be locked like the COVID ones.

wearing sunglasses while approaching girls >Only for advanced students.

^WOW! You came up with this yourself? Or you saw it in a movie or something? Good stuff man!

Yes.

^Trillion dollar idea. Only simps fans is gonna make a fortune. The era of cyber/virtual prostitution has begun.