Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman.
Many females use a date rape drug on the market called "Beer."
The drug is found in liquid form and is available anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, or from taps and in large "kegs". Beer is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and sleep with them. A woman needs only to get a guy to consume a few units of Beer and then simply ask him home for no strings attached sex.
Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several beers, men will often succum b to the desires to sleep with horrific looking women whom they would never normally be attracted.
After drinking beer, men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that "something bad" occurred.
At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings, in a familiar scam known as "a relationship."
In extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a longer term form of servitude and punishment referred to as "marriage." Men are much more susceptible to this scam after beer is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females.
Please! Forward this warning to every male you know.
If you fall victim to this "Beer" scam and the women administering it, there are male suppor t groups where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter with similarly victimized men. For the support group nearest you, just look up Golf Courses" in the phone book.
For a video to see how beer works click here:
Beer Demo
This is exactly why I never go to a bar or a party anymore without a good wingman.
These days, when flying in hostile environments you need to be able to get in, accomplish your mission and return home unscathed. If you try to do this flying solo you can get hurt or, worse yet, shot down behind enemy lines and captured where you will surely be stripped naked, robbed of all your possessions, tortured and left for dead.
A good wingman will support you in potentially dangeorus environments (say, a bar filled with single women). His assignment...position you in such a way as to enhance mutual survival and, most importantly, a safe escape route.
How is this done you ask? Once your target has been identified, a good wingman will do an initial flyby. This is designed to soften up the target by telling them that you're a doctor, a lawyer, a newspaper executive or that you work for ePrize and save baby seals in your spare time.
If the target has a friend, the wingman engages and performs diversionary tactics designed to draw their fire, thus providing an unhindered route to the target for the pilot. After that, it's up to the pilot to successfully carry out his mission.
Now comes the part where a good wingman is worth his weight in gold. The return home. Usually, this involves being able to stay below the enemy's radar and navigate skies filled with machine gun fire and anti-aircraft rounds. A wingman must be skilled in weaponary, strategy and tactics in order to ensure your safe return home.
My wingman usually just provides a soft landing area for me outside the "target's" bathroom window. It's may not be the most dignified escape route, but it is highly efficient. Then we usually head over to Starbucks for a couple Caffe Veronas and a post-mission review.
Posted by: haywood at October 25, 2006 02:59 PMOkay, It's 3:30 am and I'm laughing my ass off! Todd, you gotta hurry and give the key to Haywood so that he can post whenever he wants. That was great Haywood! Looking forward to more of the same.
Posted by: Ray at October 26, 2006 03:24 AMAnd you always wondered why women go out in groups of two or more. This does include the trip to the ladies room. To be on the move is like being stalked (like a deer)!!!!
Posted by: Terry at October 28, 2006 11:34 PMThe rabbit has been extremely quiet these days. Doesn't anyone have anything to say?
Okay, I'll start. I traded my hot rod for another one. The newest car came from Elkhart, Indiana. The owner trailered it to Michigan on Thursday on an open trailer, in the rain. The car was pretty well trashed when they got here. He then put my car on the same trailer, in the same rain and drove back to Indiana. He was anxious to get the deal finalized. We had been talking since mid September and was waiting for good weather. He just decided to take a flyer and bring it up. I'm sure that his new car was in the same condition when he got home that night.
Hey...I know where Elkhart, Indiana is! I lived in Terre Haute for about 4 years back when I worked for The Tribune-Star.
Talk about boring! Terre Haute, Indiana is one of the all time great hick towns. I'll bet they don't even have computers there yet. Thank God Indianapolis is only about an hour away.
And stink...Terre Haute has a grain mill AND a paper mill in town. PEEWW!!! I can't remember ever going outside when the air didn't smell like rotten cabbage. It was horrible. To help you relate, the air quality there is probably something like the boat house up at Twin Oaks on the last day of one of Todd's "Man Week" fishing trips.
I remember the first time my Mom and Dad came to visit me there. I took them out for a drive around town and made the mistake of rolling down my window. As the Porta Potty air quality began to engulf us, my Mom gives me one of those "What did you just do?" looks. I was like, "Mom... I swear to God that wasn't me! It's Terre Haute!"
As you might imagine, one of the top selling items in Terre Haute are those pine tree air freshners people hang from rear-view mirrors. Folks buy them by the gross and hang them everywhere ...even around their necks...just to get a little relief from the constant stench that hangs in the air.
For amusement, the big thing for high school kids in Terre Haute is to head out to somebody's farm to do a little "cow tippin." Three or four kids sneak up on a sleeping cow and give it a good shove so it falls over. Sounds a little mean to me, but the kids there really get worked up about it. I always hoped I'd pick up our newspaper one day and read about how a farmer's prize bull found "true love" when one of those kids made the mistake of picking on a cow during breeding season.
Ray....Thanks for mentioning Elkhart. Brought back a few memories. Good luck with your new ride.
Posted by: haywood at October 31, 2006 09:54 AMTalk about smelly cities. Mt Clemens, Michigan back in the day when the mineral spring baths were the rage. The town had a constant,nasty sulphur smell. One by one the baths closed up and the air quality improved. Hard to imagine that something that smelled so bad was supposedly good, in a healing way, for you.
Ray, I would suggest you stay clear of Todd's natural gas ability. All funk and nothing good about it for your health.
Posted by: Jeff at October 31, 2006 05:17 PM