If you figured that kid in the bumblebee shirt, far right background, as the little shitlord, you’d be right. That kid’s proto-McQueen body language portends a future overflowing with a deluge of pussy. (Yeah, she’s looking at the boy scouts and their fancy bikes, but her knee pointing towards Badboy Billy gives the game away.)
This kid should just get his “Time to Fuck” watch and extra-snug t-shirt now, he’s halfway to PUA stardom.
Poignantly, this is another one of those old-timey photos/ads filled with happy shiny White kids that reminds us all how much the country has lost. LE SIGH.
[…] Spot The Little Shitlord […]
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Did my wife send that picture in?
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Haha! For a split second I thought my mom had raided the family vault and submitted a photo from the LBF archives. The boy on the left looks exactly like me, except my hair was whiter, in the late ’70s.
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Same here… the kid on the right bike could pass for my twin when I was in fourth grade.
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I spotted a Shitlord today. It was on the subway, where one normally just sees legion of obese black women and lobbyist/M.I. complex lackeys. He was mid-twenties maybe.
He had that hawkish redneck face, part Axl Rose, part Cobain, part Bender from Breakfast Club. Blond hair and facial scruff. Small framed but with that permanent looking-for-a-fight look that belongs in the 80s. He kicked his feet up on the crowded train.
I wanted to do a brotherly fistfight with him and afterwards some drinks with the dude.
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A rare sight
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Are you gay?
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Did Rabbi Cohen s*ck your c0ck during your bris?
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Are you?
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I immediately said bumblebee kid, but thought that might be too obvious.
Then I thought this might be a childhood picture of Trump riding the red bike, prying the girl’s attention away with his budding alpha glow.
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Would not bang … pointy knees. 😁
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She’s gonna head to the bitch on the steps. licka de split.
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“i want to be a dindu in a world free of dindus.”
I get it. I guess. Go hang out in korea or something and you can “muh dick” all day long while pretending you were directly responsible for the birth of vaccination/flight or whatever.
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N1gger say whut?
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Y’all be sho’ nuff gwine to see Race this week-end, so’s y’all can crow ’bout givin’ de ol’ neener-neener to dat corporal wid de funny moustache.
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I wanted to do a brotherly fistfight with him and afterwards some drinks with the dude.
Male bonding at it’s best, eh ?
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Ahh, good times. I wasn’t even alive.
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@Andrew Alpha
Ahh, good times. You weren’t even alive. I’m talking about the ’80s. The 1780s.
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You missed out,AA.
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Boy, did you ever…
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Good times…good times.
It was like another country.
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Those days will be back.
#MakeAmericaGreatAgain
#MakeAmericaWhiteAgain
#MakeWhiteWomenSlimAgain
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LBF: “It was like another country.”
No exaggeration. It was a COMPLETELY different country and complexion was only part of it. Swinish people were avoided and ridiculed not emulated. Trust was so much more common it was taken for granted. You could breath easier then and the future was a good place.
It’s bewildering to contemplate how profoundly this country has changed in 30 years. Mostly for the worse… all carefully planned and methodically executed.
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@Everyone
We took it for granted. Now we take our rights for granted. Well, most cucks are undeserving of said rights, anyway.
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Naw. I’m guessing Steve at that age was too busy fighting and stealing to care about girls. You’re confusing a tough Scotch-Irish kid growing up in the 1930s and 40’s with a precociously sexual n166er chile … you sound like Shulamith Firestone praising black kids having sex on the school stairs …
He-man women-haters club rape!
[CH: hey look another mpckin who thinks white men who are good with women must be channeling nigger mojo. tell it to lord byron.]
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It was so out of the norm to see Bumblebee’s blatant womanizing that I actually laughed. The boy is rather precocious.
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“Rather?”
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Pronounced RAH-THUH. lzozlozlozlozlozl
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Does anyone else remember the Sting-Ray bicycle?
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Of course. This photo is a good tell of how much we have deteriorated.
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I had one with the long n’ high sissy bar in the back and all sorts of reflectors on it… we used to ride wheelies for blocks on end to see who could go the longest.
This pic could have been taken in my neighborhood, ‘cept most us wuz po’, so we didn’t get the fancy gear-shifting bikes.
Sigh… good times… good times.
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Remember when having your pants all the way up, and maybe tucking in your t-shirt, wasn’t “gay”? I barely missed that. By the end of high school you were quarter-negro or nobody.
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Hell, I remember having to get up from the couch to change the channel on the TV.
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Those fancy gear-shifts were capable of de-nutting you if you ran into something while riding fast. I used to know a Urologist who did LOTS of operations on young boys to (try to) put things back where they belonged back in the day.
Still those were great bikes.
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Or driving with both hands on the wheel. Now you see grannies affecting the negro-casual overhand posture.
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Like this?
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You could always find shiny white kids on the Disney
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RE Tulsa Twins, it’s amusing to see the girls’ rundown of the fellows at the party, e.g. Bill Breisch, whose hobby is girls.
The piece sets up a contrast with Leen’s photos of St. Louis teenagers from 1944, suggesting a rapid change in mores.
“In 1944 when Betty and Barbara Bounds, who are identical twins, entered Will Rogers High School in Tulsa, Okla., their clothes were sloppy; hot music was the rage, and the general behavior of the teen-ager was somewhat footloose (Life, Dec. 11, 1944). Today the teen-age world of Betty and Barbara is entirely different. Their clothes are feminine and fastidious; sweet music has replaced hot licks, and the general tone of teen-age life is more decorous.”
A secular trend towards cultural degeneracy can be obscured or exaggerated by vagaries of fashion. However, the two periodicities aren’t completely unrelated. Bourgeois (or fascist) girls who adopt traditional expressions of femininity and decorum aspire to more than a rejection of the trashy excesses of the cohorts who preceded them, for themselves and for society.
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Those boys look just like my friends and I did back in the late ’70s.
On weekends we wore Adidas striped soccer shoes and windbreakers and rode our Schwinn Stingrays all over the neighborhood like a little biker gang.
I was always a hit with girls and I liked them back. When I was 8 or 9 I got into serious trouble with the school authorities, my parents, and the parents of a cute little blonde called Wendy, who caught us kissing.
I like to think this incident didn’t put a crimp in my pre-teen Game, but I’m not so sure.
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Oh yah. Good ole America. Anti-nuclear family guy is hero. Female is only one with bare legs and her lower legs are not the portion in play. DTF tell at age what? smh Being a player is playing at the woman’s level, and now we have no choice, but ‘we’ had a choice back then and the good boys and men got fooled, went soft, etc. Game is righteous like a gun: only when used for culturally higher purposes of wealth stewardship and happiness of the civilized not the fucking animals.
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Field Report Thursday Night
I got home from work dead tired. I was up Tuesday night til 3:00am and Wednesday night until 1:30am. I wanted to sleep. My buddy hit me up and wanted to go out sarging. I was fired up from watching RSD Julian’s manifesto and reading Yareally’s latest posts. I agreed and then tried to take a nap. Then plate #3 called me and said she wanted to see me. She came by fucked her then told her I already had plans for later. She left and I started to get ready to go out. I had sex hair, my eyes were sleepily slung low and I likely smelled like residual pussy/perfume lol. I consciously decided to avoid my normal routine of putting on a nice shirt, combing my hair etc. (trying the Yareally thing that internals are all that matter, fuck externals). I put back on the same shirt I had worn that day, same jeans, didn’t comb my fucked up hair just brushed my teeth. I put on RSD Julian’s video again to get in state. After I put on my music mix of state-pumping music. All the songs on this mix remind me of all the badass shit I have done, all the girls I’ve fucked, all the times going out to sarge. Started smiling a lot. Did some pushups. I read a few pages of My Secret Garden to put sex on my mind. I put the following thought into my head “Thoughts, words, actions aligned. I want to fuck her and she wants to fuck me. Sex is awesome and fun and she wants to enjoy it with me.” I thought of the vids Yareally posted of James Franco, Robbie Williams and Jude Law’s lazer eyes.
Threw a baggy sweater on and headed out. My buddy looked way better than me, nice shirt and clean cut. I am pumped up. I am full of conversation on the drive to the bar, keeping my energy high and warming up my social muscles.
When we get to the bar (never been here before), I see a group of girls. I say “Hey” to the prettiest one and she says Hi back. We walk into the bar. I smile as I enter and look around. Girls everywhere. I go up to the bar to order drinks and notice 2 girls seated to my right. The hot one HB7.5 (personally she is a 8 but you guys rate em harsh and I respect that) is flipping her hair like crazy; her friend is a warpig.
I lean over the bar to get a drink ordered and look at her. She sees me looking, we make and hold eye contact and I say “Hi” she says “hi” we then both go back to our separate conversations.
She bumped her elbow into my and said sorry. I said “you owe me three drinks” she looked at me “who is this guy/asshole” …I smirk. She said “hmmmm.” I then poked her three times in her side and said, “there now I owe you six drinks” she laughed.
I asked “What brings you out tonight, she answered then I did the same, explaining I was here with a buddy and introduced them. She said her name and then introduced herself to me.
Some other group was behind us, trying to order drinks. I locked eyes with a cute girl in that group and said, Hi” she says Hi. I comment on how busy the bar was and boom me and my buddy are now talking to these two girls, while I ignore the one seated next to me. I also made nice with the bartender and a couple dudes around me, just shooting the shit and demonstrating that socializing comes easily to me and my buddy. I noticed several girls around the bar looking at us constantly.
Now she had her back turned to me, still seated in her chair beside me. She had really sexy long black hair so I loudly tell her I thought she had sexy hair. She told me she really liked my hair lol it was all fucked up. Told her it was “styled by the gym” she said “uh what?” I said I went to gym before coming out tonight and then found out my buddy wanted to go out so I said fuck it. I asked her “do I stink?” she said no lol I definitely did
She is 24, a college student, tall, thin, beautiful and dressed sexy but sophisticated. I said that she seemed sophisticated for her age and she was instantly agreeing with me and qualifying herself to me by telling me all the ways she is sophisticated. I commented on her cleavage. Once I found out her zodiac sign, I told her “ohhhh youre trouble.” She said what you mean. I told her “I know your sign is passionate. You are the same type of sign as me; we are one of the most sexual, horniest signs.” She looked down and somewhat embarrassed agreed with me by nodding her head. She seemed amazed that I knew that about her like come on lol all girls like sex.
Read her fortune, running my fingers across her palm, caressing it. I said, “I see you will meet a charming, handsome man tonight.” She smirked and said, “where is he?” haha warming up and being playful. I said “haha, nice! I like em feisty”
Realized when I hit the hook point, she started offering topics, rapport building, doing her own kino
Made her guess my age, my job, etc. whenever she asked the standard interview questions, I tried to keep it playful.
We did way too many high fives lol, she started initiating more physical contact, leaning on me, side of my hand on her tit firmly as she leaned in to whisper, our thighs touching. Next time when we high fived it turned into that lovey dovey hand holding move where you intertwine your fingers and lock hands, even tho it was only supposed to be a high five lol. Like Yareally said the conversation was mostly just unintelligible gibberish small talk, it was all subcommunicaitons, like insane sexy eye contact, whispering and grazing against each other.
Teased about what she was drinking and what sports team she liked, “oohhhhh too bad, that’s a deal breaker” with a serious face than big smile. She would roll her eyes and squeal.
Bought her a drink, something I never usually do. But it felt natural so I did it, didn’t feel like I was being needy so she didn’t either. She said thank you and offered me a sip of her drink.
Interrupted our conversation to loudly sing along with badass 80s songs whenever the spirit moved me
Lazer eye contact was insane she was fucking me with her eyes, licking her lips, pursing her lips, putting her lips a few inches from mine, I know the signs lol. One of the times she was saying something sultry while holding lazer eyes and brought her mouth near mine. I went for the kiss and she recoiled. She chided me, “Im not the kind of girl who just makes out a bar with guys I just met.” I could tell she was serious. I smirked and said “it’s your fault, those lips are driving me crazy” She tried to suppress her smile but I ran my hand across her cheek and said, “I see it, don’t try and hide it from me” and she broke out the big smile.
Worked my way back by using a mini freeze out; started talking to my buddy directly. She talked to some random dude for a second. When I turned back to her I was not at all butthurt about the kiss rejection. She rewarded me by leaning on me, touching my hand, super sexy eye contact, basically she started kinoing to say “sorry I had to stop you from kissing me, please try again”. So I went right back to sub communication stuff like running my hand across her back or squeezing her arm, etc.
My buddy wanted to bounce and go try another bar.
Asked her for her number by saying “I have to get out of here but I would like to see you again. Would you like to see me again?” with deep eye contact. She said yes. I said ok then we will go out and she smiled. I took her phone put my number in and then texted myself, pretending to be her, “I love you its ____” she giggled and punched me in the shoulder. I replied to her on my phone instantly with a love eyes emoji.
Kissed her hand like a gentlemen. She kissed me on the cheek. I stared her dead in the eyes again and we both knew we wanted to fuck.
She texted me back a row of kiss on the cheek emojis after I left.
My own analysis, feel free to add your own:
Things I did well:
-My thoughts actions and words were aligned. She knew I was a man who was interested in her in a sexual way from the get go.
-Best lazer eyes ever cuz I had the “just had sex” low sleepy eyes but deep focused eye contact. I felt like she really responded to the eye contact. I felt like my internal thoughts kept saying “damn I am going to fuck the shit out of you” and telegraphing that message with my eyes. Reminded me of the James Franco eye contact video, Yareally you are a legend bro thanks for sharing
-Kino from the start
-Opened her within 3 seconds of seeing her
-Didn’t focus on my opener for a change, just went it (I am really good at situational openers and usually I am pretty quick but sometimes I stall trying to think of a natural situational opener. I had just watched RSD Julian so I said tonight just gonna go in with “Hi” or “Hey whats up” type openers to avoid overthinking and pussying out.)
-I was aware when I reached the “hook point” and let her talk more
-Teased her and wasn’t afraid if she didn’t like me. At one point she went to bathroom and when she came back she sat on the other side of her friend. I thought she didn’t want to talk to me anymore, like maybe I blew it and didn’t notice. I went right back to having fun with my buddy and a minute later she came back and sat next to me again, turned her back to me, but kept flipping her hair wildly until I started the conversation up again.
-Only want real numbers from now on. Meaning normally if I vibe with a girl at all I always ask for her number. Now I am going for the first night lay and if I can’t get it, I only want her number if she knows my intent (to fuck her) and is genuinely interested. I didn’t go as far as Julian recommends, making her demand my number or making her beg. Like later at the next bar, I was vibing with a girl (lazer eyes, good convo) but she had to leave after 5 minutes so I didn’t ask for her number as she likely wouldn’t have remembered me so the number would be useless.
-it seemed like a genuine interaction. I was interested in her but not attached to outcome; it was ok if she left at any time, I still already got laid tonight. It was fun enjoying her feminine energy, her beauty, having a conversation that went past small talk, the flirting game, all of it was good. One of my best ones so far, I was not trying to “play it cool” /James Bond game, I was high energy but relaxed, goofy and had no filter.
-A few times I put my foot in my mouth or said something that made her cringe. I just steamrolled right past by changing topic or agree and amplify with a cocky smile
-left her wanting more by being the party to leave first/end the interaction
Mistakes:
-Qualified myself to her by admitting what my job is
-Didn’t leave her and go mingle with other girls (spent about 1 hr talking to her, although like I said I did many mini-freeze outs where I turned my back to her or talked to other girls/merged sets temporarily)
-Should have been a better wing. My buddy was the one that wanted to go out; I had planned on sleeping from the long week and I had already gotten laid an hour earlier and the day before. Should have just been his wing and supported him, as he was the one that wanted to go out and get some ass.
-Didn’t get the first night lay, had to get the number even though she was obviously attracted to me. She basically ignored her fat girlfriend and became my date for an hour. I would remember to stop the interaction and talk only to my buddy, or bring my buddy into our conversation whenever he was not hitting on a girl or talking to someone.
-Didn’t say “come with us” or invite her to my place or next bar, just went for a strong number close when it was time for us to leave.
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Afterward we went to another bar. Right away I opened two pretty very young girls. One had a piece of cake near her so I said, “cake?” She said, “You want a piece?” I shook my head yes. As she handed it to me, she said, “Its pussy cake” and both girls giggled madly, some kind of inside joke between them. My eyes widened oh really big wolf smile raised eyebrows. Both girls squealed. I started roleplaying, fingering the clit of the cake and tonguing it, eating it out (no fork like an animal). They were enjoying the spectacle laughing omg who is this guy mad hair flipping; I enjoyed the free cake.
Introduced my buddy, and then we met the birthday boy whose cake it was. He had all these girls but was super wasted drunk and no game. So me and my buddy went to town, opened 6 girls. The pussy cake girl was flipping her hair so much so I started kinoing. Everything was going good until I made a joke about putting roofies in her drink. She got dead serious. I said calm down learn to take a joke and laughed but the damage was done lol.
I opened a new girl at the table where my buddy was (5 girls) and met a new girl, things were going great but she had to leave after 5 minutes.
I went to bathroom, when I came back my buddy was in deep rapport with a girl, they had that “leave us alone” vibe like all the girls at the table had wandered off to give them space. So I just chilled, made some more friends, bummed a smoke and then it was closing time. He got two numbers (one at first spot, one at second).
We did a break down of the night over Mexican food and called it a night.
Thank you Yareally and RSD Julian for pushing guys and being so fucking clutch. I read how Yareally pumps up his state before going out (pumping music, RSD Julian and Tyler vids, etc), I tried it and I gotta say it makes a difference. That’s why I included the pre-going out state pump up instead of just starting the FR at the bar.
Happy Friday boys lets hit the bars
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Looks like me in 1971 when I was 10yo
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Those boys look like me, and my friends, in the late ’70s.
At weekends we would wear striped Adidas shoes [not Sambas or Gazelles, forget name], windbreakers, and cruise around the neighborhood on our Schwinn Stingrays like a little biker gang.
The girls liked me and I liked them. For some reason they loved tousling my blond hair and daring them to kiss and/or touch them. When I was around 8 or 9 I got into serious trouble with the school authorities, my parents, and the parents of a cute little blonde girl, Wendy, who caught us kissing after school one day. I’ll never forget the lecture I got from my dad, who seemed very concerned, but amused.
I like to think this incident didn’t put a crimp in my pre-teen Game, but I’m not so sure,
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My little jerkboy in the making 🙂
file:///C:/Users/Sandor/Downloads/jerkboy.jpg
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Any other way to upload a .jpg?
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Ya easier way would be to upload it to imgur or a photo hosting website.
imgur.com
You are trying to post it from your computer’s C drive
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