I’ve been hitting the gym up everyday for the past 8-9 months. Progress is made daily, but sometimes I can kick myself for the

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making stupid decisions that ultimately effect my progress. So here’s what I am going to do, I’m taking a picture everyday and posting it. Just to document my daily progress and what I’m doing.

Todays picture is brought to you by BuckyStars in Millington. Nothing really going on today here, but one cutey with a guy was already in and out. I didn’t do anything because my mind stopped me from having a good time. Right when I took this picture a really hot babe walked in and my eyes went right to her. When I got a closer look I would say she was underage but again my mind prevented me from having a good time.

I’ve started reading Magic Bullets again as Savoy is now posting over at Patalk. Some members have been reporting him as SPAM and sure why not, in reality he kind of is, but who cares? His posts add value and might benefit some beta boys. There’s lots of them too., but for the most part many of them at least recognize it and are taking steps to make life better by making changes.

I’ve been working my ass off to make changes too. Hitting the gym like a maniac, watching the diet, working on my tan and kicking up my personal development studies. Currently going through a comprehensive course on Hypnotherapy and my God man I am great at hypnotizing people. I even use it and tell the ladies I’m going to hypnotize you into having sex with me and they beg me to try. If they only fucking knew what I have done and sure as birds fly they end up in my bed soon after. Life is good, is yours?

I’ve gotten some pretty eye raising comments from some of my fellow friends in the Pick-Up community when I tell them that JunkyFungus has quit Pick-Up and will pursue life instead. Many of my friends kind of looked at me as if I had 17 eyes. One friend threatened to slap the holy bejesus out of me, another commenter said I finally figured it out, and yet another screamed “Yes, Yes” and it wasn’t even during sex. Actually the last one was when I was on the phone with her and I think I might have gone a little bit deaf.

What amazed me most was that there were two trains of thought when I announced my intentions. One, from 99% men was of astonishment and near anger. How could I do something like this? Was something messed up in my inner game? Did I have a brain tumor I was wearing a hat to hide? The other 99% females was it’s about time! You must have figured out woman really want romance, blah, blah, blah… Yeah I’m listening to that CRAP!

First off I didn’t say I was going to roll up my cock and put it away somewhere in cold storage. I didn’t say I was going to stop fucking every chick that met my fancy, and sure as hell I aint stopping loving that wonderful Pink and Squishy, warm and wet, soft and enveloping area of a woman us men call a pussy:). I’m not sure what idiot dreamed all this up, but fuck, get your head out your ass. OK enough of the cursing for this blog. One of my goals is to stop cursing so much and start lying more.

Anyway I figured it would be understood why I was leaving PUA behind and start thinking more forward, but I was wrong. You see, to me Pick-Up is very limited in its thinking. I mean I know a bunch of Pick Up Artists that are considered masters in their fields. There are guys who I always seem to really connect with and have an understanding of them more than I do of others. I mean I like Mystery and guys like him, but I can’t say that he would be my friend if we lived close. I wouldn’t say guys like that wouldn’t either but I’m more inclined to natural guys who don’t use gimmicks and tricks to get what they want, but more like people like Alex Alman and Jae Ellis. Some of the nicest guys I have met in pick-up and normal too.

I see guys who attempt to be someone else when they do pick-up, someone fake, just to get laid and sorry my friends, getting laid is all its about. There are times for sex, and yeah I will admit, it most of the time, but to get interesting, you need to be interested. Let me repeat that, to get interesting, you need to be interested. The passionate confident male is always interested in interesting things. Its about taking in what life has to offer and appreciating it. I felt limited with this respect doing pick-up!

It started out as a life lesson when I read DYD from David D and then Mystery. I made that connection that so many of us do. Lets face it, many guys just don’t get it at all! The thing was though as my game got better and better on the outside, I noticed that more and more things on the inside started creeping and crawling until my inner game was filled with creepy crawlers eating at my brain. It almost seems like an oxymoron, but gaming women was corrupting my personal confidence. I believe I was starting to become more and more ingrained into being a pick-up artist rather than living and experiencing life to its fullest.

I have seen so many guys in this niche start to loose their identities in the hopes of becoming a ladies man, but I challenge this notion. Isn’t one of the reasons you got into pick-up was because you were deserving a relationship. Now it just seems like everything you are doing is about gaming, while your personal identity slips away. I have seen many a man, good people, completely change and become someone else. I am not anybody else, I am just JunkyFungus, but a whole lot smarter than I was a couple of years ago. Of course I plan to fuck my way through Memphis, but at the same time I plan to also seek out life.

Stop being something that you aren’t. Don’t let pick up consume your life, let life consume the pick up. Enjoy.

Well its New Years day and usually many people have already broken their resolutions. They took the time and wrote them down, but it’s OK today to break them since today doesn’t really count! Or does it? I mean today is the first day of the rest of your life right? I’ve gone ahead and written my resolutions and even emailed them to myself. I know what this year is going to bring already, I know that I will be immensely successful and I will achieve what I have put forth. My wish is for you to achieve what you desire as well. Just remember what you think about most is what you become. Think good my friends.

Today’s blog is about the significance of eye contact and how important it is as an ALPHA male to make and keep it. I read a book by Barbara and Alan Pease: The Definitive Book of Body Language which I highly-recommend to anyone looking to improve their game. A key element to making eye contact is not to be creepy. Make sure you are looking into the area that is triangulated by the eyes down to the nose. Do not look away, I don’t care how difficult it might be, master this area and you master confidence. Eye contact is key.

There are a lot of PUA gurus who give conflicting advice. Some say while holding eye contact you don’t smile until she smiles. while others say you smile wherever you are always. A man who is getting laid has fun and I agree with this. Smile where you are, but not a goofy smile, but a smirk, know it all smile, like yeah I get laid more than you do. Keep the eye contact and make her look away. Uncomfortable as it might be a woman will automatically increase her desire for you when proper eye contact is made.

Now that you have done that, walk, slowly but with determination and desire. You do know whats on the other side of the room don’t you? I’m not talking about a girl man, I’m talking about what’s between her legs. Your eyes should be undressing the package in front of you and you should be giving her the once over. She should know that you are rating her worthiness, she should be very aware of it. Walk with your shoulders back, head up a notch, cocky, an ALPHA, never break the eye contact. Let her break it. When she smiles you smile more.

Go conquer now, be fruitful and multiply with her. Well at least leave her crippled if you can:)

I belong to a whole lot of forums and read a lot of “field reports” by guys. On many forums I use pseudonyms, but often you just might find me posting as JunkyFungus too. I don’t post a whole lot on PUA forums anymore since I am under contractual agreement not to until, well just until. I do post on my own PUA Lairs forum, but its private so its OK and does not violate the contract. I can say that we are creating a show and it will be in conjunction with the Ammo release of the company I work with.

Well, like I was saying, I read allot still and it always amazes me why some guys are getting into Pick-Up. I guess when I started I wanted to have grudge sex with every girl I met. I often did and “amazingly” I never had an opportunity to have a relationship with any of those women ever again. Sure there were the ones who wanted nothing more for me to take out all my frustrations on their vaginas, in which case I was sure to comply. The thing about that is that other than leaving her with crippled legs, a sticky belly and a bunch of empties I really left no other type of value.

There was this one girl, who very much could have been girlfriend material. She was sweet, had a little freaky streak, was very much a lady when it counted, a smile that radiated love and affection, but to her all I ever will be is her F***-Buddy. I actually feel really sad about it, because in my heart I know she could’ve been more. Not being a wussy though I continue to appease my sexual appetite on her womanly charms. I take out all my frustrations as I bend her over the sofa and drive home the point that I can never have her in any other way. Perhaps Roissy might call me a freaking beta, and maybe in this instance I am portraying beta attributes.

The thing is now though, I have been doing something a bit different. Not just with her, but with all my girls. I’ve discovered that the ALPHA male is not just a guy who has his fill of tail. He isn’t just the guy that bangs every girl he meets that he wants to. I won’t try to define what ALPHA is here in this blog in one blog post. An ALPHA male, after all cannot be defined that way, an ALPHA male is ever growing. He is alive and perpetually increasing his knowledge, world wisdom, creativity, charm all the things that make him so likable. The ALPHA male is a guy that always leaves everyone he meets a little better than before they met him. We are the worlds Kane in Kung Fu, traveling from place to place our wisdom leading others to always do the right thing. Even the enemy who ultimately defeat themselves in all the Kung Fu episodes, even though some require a good Hason Chop to the Neck are left better off than when they started. He leaves everyone with VALUE.

I remember reading a post on a popular pheromone forum, where a boy-child says that he will never aspire to be an ALPHA male and have to always be a jerk to females. It’s not in his nature to be mean to women. So where did he come up with that asinine idea? It’s not to hard to figure it out if you are a regular reader of all the PUA forums out there. I am in awe at how some boys have made it this far along in life. Not surprisingly that they get involved into Pick-Up so they can at least get laid. I wonder, I really do, if its a good idea to teach such wisdom to a child who by my account seed should die off. At first I was a bit taken back by it all, but then I figured it out. They might study the art of Pick-Up, but in most instances they will not get far with the attitude they have. After a while most PUA either learn to lead the world into interactions that will make the world better, or they whither and die.

I believe now that most of us start out with a sense that we can finally get back at all the wrongs that were done to us in HS by all the babes that rejected us, or worse put us into the dreaded friend zone. When I started out in seduction, that’s exactly what I wanted to do, then after a year of banging away at the Memphis elite, the Hollywood Beautiful, the El Lay wannabes, the NYC models I finally came to realize that having women as friends is awesome. I love women with all my soul. I love the way they look, talk, smell, taste, everything about them. So what is so wrong with a woman who wants to be friends anyway? As an ALPHA I am confident enough to have a woman as a friend and not be sexually interested in her.

What’s even more, on my journey of being a man, the journey that all boys take, we follow in the footsteps of the great ones before us, like Jesus, Don Juan, and most of us learn a valuable lesson from our mothers. She taught us to love and cherish women. It was her sole responsibility to pass on the amazing bonding undying love she had for us and we had for her, as a mother, as our most influential woman in our lives. Many, many men believe, erroneously that moms values taught us to supplicate and romance women, but what we have failed to see is the dimensional side to mom who taught us not only to love and cherish, but to be ALPHA. We failed miserably in that course, not by her doing but of our own. Mom taught us to always leave value, always leave someone, especially a women a little better than before you met her.

We wanted to be nice to mom, we wanted for her to love us, but mom loved us regardless of what we did. In fact mom loved us more when we are a bit ornery.

As an ALPHA male it is our responsibility to always leave everyone a little better off than before we met them. I’m not saying you should supplicate, be the sweetheart, but you can be the friend and still have sex. That’s the best kind anyway. The ALPHA is going to be passionate, confident and always leave VALUE. Another tag to the increasing list of ALPHA male traits.

With the PUA show on VH1 I think more and more guys are calling themselves PUA’s and many more guys are actually concerned about all the press. Maybe they are believing that the show will blow their cover. I’m really not sure, but I do know, if you are worried about it you don’t need to be. For one you are not a PUA if you’re worrying and numero two, you’re a BIG beta and therefore not a practicing PUA and again, no need to worry.

To be a PUA, your game needs to be on all the time. There can be no time where you want to go out to the bar just to have a beer. There is no time like the present time and as a PUA if you see a babe are you realy going to turn off game? I mean what if she turns out to be the woman who you love the most? Game is on all the time and therefore so is Pick-Up.

The rest of this blog got cut off last night because of my TERRIBLE Internet connectivity using AT&T 3G Wireless card for the Mac. I pay $78 a month for 3G service and it is not good. I apologize to my loyal readers who put up already with my slow coming blog posts already. It’s a shame because I had some good stuff to report. I’ll do my best to recapture what I wrote again.

Usually when I begin a blog I have no idea what for it will take, until well after I start. Last night was not the exception, but here’s what happened. I was drinking my drink at the local BuckyStars, where more often than not I find these blogs get written. It was Monday and I was feeling a bit low since there is no more Monday Night Football. I love the NFL, in case you haven’t figured that out yet. I even love it although I know its all fixed. I met a player and we became friends, and still are to this day. I’ll call him “Fred” to conceal his identity, but he plays for Miami and is having a stellar year so far. Anyway I was almost certain the NFL was fixing games, too much collusion regarding point spreads and weird officiating calls. Anyway we got drunk and he confirmed it all. Ahh maybe he was just messing with me;)

So last night, I’m sitting writing my blog and my connection kept going out on me. All of a sudden a very slim and short little babe walks in. She’s wearing a sweater jacket and its covering up her perfectly formed babe body. Damn, this is why I am always dressing and prepared. I always believe you have to always be on and hence the title of my blog. So she orders her drink and starts looking through the barrel of monkeys by the register. I am really unsure why my BuckyStars has a barrel of stuffed monkeys but for heavens sake I love that barrel. It gives me a big chuckle whenever I see it.

Now, I’m sitting in the corner by the fireplace at a table with access to power. All of a sudden my brunette little babe walks up to the shelf next to me. I look up from my Mac like I’m annoyed by her. I get a smirk and say something totally ridiculous. You wont find a barrel of monkeys over here, only us real people, but I understand. (It does not matter what you open with guys, but for all things Pink and Squishy, just freaking open. She had a puzzled lok on her face and I was like, yeah it figures that anyone who plays with monkeys is not going to get it. I think she got it becuase she started to crack up. Anyway to make this long blog post short, her name is Vicky, she’s home for the holidays and I have a day two on New Years Day. She loves blogging too, but do not ever give a girl your going to be having sex with your blog address until after you do her.

I was talking to massentropy, my wingman, last night about my controversial posting about Jesus being a PUA. Believe me I got some HATE mail, death threats, a marriage proposal, 2 dates and a job offer, but the best advice I got to counter all the hatred spewed my way was from massentropy who put it simple. He said, Junky if you’re going to talk about Jesus, than just make sure you also write about the devil in an equal manner. Well as you all know, at the end of my diatribe yesterday, I promised I would be back to speak about the “innocuous” devil himself, the red headed monster of Hades, the beast AKA Lucifer.

Already my intention to lay into the easy brunt of all jokes, that stupid mother-fucker the devil. He’s a punk ass that doesn’t even look good, let alone know the first thing about how to be a god. Now we already have discovered Jesus was a mPUA and banged his way all across Rome. It was the reason they crucified his ass, but no worries, he came back in three days and laid some more. In fact all through out history Jesus has been reincarnated, take Don Juan, Elvis, Robert Plant, Mystery, me and I’m sure a few others whose names elude me. But the devil, he was an AFC that watched down from the big pussy mound in the sky, looking down on all these mere mortals. That’s the difference my loyal readers: Jesus is a God, the devil is an AFC.

The bible has it all wrong! It’s written to control masses of people and as such they need to control those masses. Have sex, make love, fuck the hoe next stoe, you’ll burn in hell. You should only procreate with your wife and only when you are planning children. We can’t have an army of children who might grow up one day into men and out-ALPHA the king. Too many men in the city means to many conflicting opinions, to many conflicting opinions means war! That’s right kiddies, now sit around the fire and listen and lets listen in as JunkyFungus tells us a story about the night before Christmas. Except its his style and most of you will not want to hear what he has to stay.

The bible was manufactured by man, because man knew how to psychologically manipulate himself. The underpinning of faith runs through the bible. It feeds on mans desire, that if they stay prostrate, tithe, listen to the ridiculous dogmas of man made rules as long as they still have faith, even in the most difficult of times God will shine down on them. Bullshit you idiots. God didn’t make you to look down upon you, he made you to fuck. That’s right the old man in the sky is as big a perv as you know you are.

So now we come to satan, lord of the dark-world. Why do you think its dark? I’ll tell you why! Hell gets all the nasty freaky mother fuckers who wouldn’t make it in this world. It gets the ug bitches you wouldn’t even fuck. The nasty fat skanks whose hands are caked in the cream filling of Twinkies. The wretched, the retards, the losers, the social rejects. Don’t want to end up in hell? Master the game fucker, get your head out your ass, go to the gym, clear up that disgusting acne and get out their and approach. You should be scared as a blond in the ghetto, a straight dude on Castro street whose about to get ass-raped by ten drug crazed queers, a virgin whose boyfriend has ten inches. It should scare the living shit out of you! It’s dark down there for a reason and its not hot either. Its colder than hell LOL.

The religious zealots, who are so fucked up to not even realize religion was to control the masses as a way to not overthrow the king, will tell you the devil is bad. You damn right the devil was bad. He was so bad he couldn’t get any of the millions of free human gash down on Earth. I mean he was the most beautiful angel in all gods creation. He was made in perfection and I’m telling you was also the biggest AFC I ever met. Yeah I met him a few times. He stared back at me for years as I watched my friends fuck every piece of tail in town while me and satan whacked off to porn at home. I watched through his eyes and cried myself to sleep as all my girls had their legs pinned behind their ears. screaming as they were fucked to high-heaven.

That’s what satan wants you to do, thats why he’s associated himself with rape. He can’t get that shit on his own, so bitch got to go and rape someone. When he was in heaven looking down, he’d be the angel standing in the corner with his arms folded, not making eye contact, a sad frown, his dick properly tucked between his ass-cheeks. All the while God was getting Mary pregnant with a true ALPHA, Jesus.

Lucifer tried to get the minions to go against god and would preach, its not right. Don’t have sex, don’t corrupt that chick, don’t tell her to shop at Vickies Secrets, don’t, don’t, don’t! He would bitch, like a whiney three year old all day, moping around crying himself to sleep. But he was horny, he was very horny and jerking off wasn’t cutting it. So one day he got up the balls and started reading himself some DYD by David D. He learned cocky funny and thought he was ALPHA. He challenged the ALPHA himself and got PUNKED! God had enough of his shit and cast him and his minions off the great pussy mound in  the sky straight out of Compton, err I mean heaven. Although you will most likely want to believe god sent his ass to the asshole of the world, you’d be wrong. Nope the asshole would have significant usage for other things besides shitting years later when JunkyFungus came along. So God cast lucifer into the armpit of all humanity. Smelly, hairy and not really useful for sex.

I give you the story of Jesus – mPUA and satan AFC, for your own salvation my child. Don’t believe the hype of religion and think that everything good and godly in life like fucking and sucking, smoking and toking, drinking and umm whatever it is that rhymes with drinking, are bad. That was the devils great deception. Yup another way to control the masses. Things like rape and murder, now thats some serious bad shit and by default only a true AFC would commit those crimes. But sex? Sex is the way of the ALPHA, the OMEGA, the way of the mPUA. Yes my friend go and be like Jesus and fuck the living hell out of all the women you meet. You’ll be god-like to get the “hell” out of them and save a soul. I mean after all god put them hear for our fun. It’s OK, when you get to the big Clit in the sky, tell them JunkyFungus sent you.

Another saved soul!

I relate to the Christ. I am the Christ after all, reincarnated as a PUA. After all, if Jesus was alive today wouldn’t he be a PUA and a master at that. Ahh, nothing like a steaming pile of fresh controversy to fuck up your nice new shoes.

I’ve thought about this for a while and I have come to the conclusion that religion serves a purpose. It keeps the week minded masses in line, when they follow cults and radical religions. Take radical muslims for example; If those crazy mother-fuckers aren’t blowing somebody like the jews up to high-holy fucking hell, than they are out with Kalashnikovs smoking their daughters asses for wearing Levi’s. Bitch should have been covered up anyway.

Now the jews on the other hand, they are guided by the hand of almighty God himself and if he says they are to enslave all of Palestine, or kill the rat bastards in the process than who the hell are we to tell them it might just be wrong! I mean God told them it was OK after all in the ten commandments. “Though shall not kill, except those pesky muslim radicals and there families and anybody who might be in the building at the same time, or the next building over too.” See, what I tell you, they are commanded to kill by God the Almighty himself.

The Christians, well they are all fucked up too. The Catholics are the architect of the crusades and lest we forget the inquisition. Damn fuckers should have admitted their guilt and none of that bloodshed would have happened. It was their fault anyway and they deserved to die. Then, of course, we have the Baptists, protestants, 7th dayers, COGIC, and a million other christian denominations all ready to fight to the death for their cause against each other. When the baptists come to my house I love telling them I’m a catholic, or muslim, or whatever the desired flavor of the day is. They argue until I start talking in tongues, rolling my eyes, twitching a bit, bout ready to bust out the car bombs on their asses. Thats always fun to watch.

Don’t even get me started on those fucking mormons either. Let those freaks get a hold of a nuke and we are all fried. They don’t give a shit either, after all they get their own planet where they can rule over as God and come up with their own commandments. Shit, I might just join up with them. Tell you what though, I wouldn’t be no burning bush, I’d be some whacked out shit, like a talking rock that spews acid then give my commandments. All bitches and ho’s are to be naked and horny always. Kill whenever and whomever you want as long as you have the guts to cut those biatches up into little pieces with double sided razor blade.

My commandment would rock!

But instead, here I am on planet earth, just a humble PUA making my way through life, looking for love, but fucking every chick I can along the way. Drinking and boozing and living La Vida Loco, whatever the fuck that means. This all reminds me about a story when I lived in Cliffwood Beach NJ on Amboy Rd. Now, that was a Party house!

My roommate back then Ray, who is currently insane, and I were smoking BONG hits when the door was knocked upon. No cop cars in the driveway so no need to panic yet. Ray answers the door and comes walking back into my room saying its for you. I go to the door and its the Jehovah Witnesses come to save my doomed soul and award me my own planet to be GOD over. Fuck yeah I’m interested. I ask questions: Do I get to deflower the virgins? How bout the dogs? Can I fuck the dogs and then eat them raw, while drinking goats blood? This magic underwear, does it come in blue?

All the while, Ray is in the kitchen on the grinding wheel (we were bachelors. What Bachelor shouldn’t have a grinding wheel in the kitchen) grinding down the knives screaming bloody fucking murder. Needless to say the witnesses witnessed insanity and left. The next day we found pamphlets and flyers littering our property about damnation. Fuck lady, you came here and experienced damnation yourself! Do you really believe your flyers would scare us into changing our wicked ways?

So, if you are still reading this and haven’t puked your chicken dinner with rice, veggies and corn nuggets over the keyboard yet, thus ruining your PC, you’re probably wondering what in fuck is the JunkyFungus rambling on about. Like I said in my view Jesus was a cool dude that wanted to challenge religion. He rebelled against the jews and pagans, muslims and who ever the fuck else got in his way. He cured the sick and was accompanied by women where ever he went. His disciples learned from him, called him master. They weren’t learning about religion my friends, they were learning pick up. The bible? The bible was written hundreds, closer to a thousand years later. They didn’t get it wrong in  the bible, they deliberately deceived you into believing that crazy shit, so they could control you.

Jesus had all the control, cause he was a pimping, cool ass mother fucker who practiced Pick Up Artistry and could bang any woman, any time. How do you think he controlled the masses? The mass? The mass was a fucking orgy! The crowds that let the stupid prick ass thieve Barabos go instead of the Christ? Well they were all men, it makes sense. Jesus was fucking all their girlfriends.

Raising the dead: He rose the man from the being dead to women to being a regular pimp. The Blind? He gave them the vision to see women through pick up. Lepers? They just needed to peacock. Walking on water? Its symbology for getting the chick so wet he had to walk on water just to stick his dick into her. All these miracles can be attributed to pick up.

Lets face it: Jesus was a mPUA and most likely would have fucked your sister too.

What’s Hell about? My next blog post I’ll explain how Lucifer was really an anal retentive punk who couldn’t see snatch for snatch so god cast his bitch-ass out. Of course its about suffering with him, there’s no pussy to fuck. Yup, the evidence was conclusive, Jesus is a PUA.

Pray for me Å

The other day I was in the mall looking for some clothes to wear out that evening. I was supposed to go out dancing with a friend and needed to get something that matched something else. I stopped in a store I frequent and there was this babe all bent over, her shorts barely covering anything. Her T-shirt was just as scanty and her body was awesome. Now before you go calling me names and hating on me, please hear the rest of this out. We started talking and me being me (I’m very charismatic) I ended up getting her number. It seemed like no big deal, because she certainly did not look like a young girl. Heck, her co-workers where right there and they were all OK with her giving me her number. Now I’ll admit I don’t look like my age, but there obviously was an age difference and you would think one of those guys would have said something. They didn’t.

Elizabeth and I talked for a while about what I did and I wouldn’t tell her. It made her very curious and she really wanted to know. She kept asking me and I kept refusing. She asked me if I was a student and I said no. I asked her and she said yeah. She also said that she finally had the freedom to do what she wanted to and this job would help her pay for that. It sure seemed like she was talking about college.

After some revelry that Saturday of dancing and a few beers I headed downtown to the Saucer. I met a friend there and tried talking the manager into letting a friend back in. He is the only person I ever knew to get banned or for that matter even kicked out of the saucer. Drunken bafoon started a fight. Oh well I wasn’t going to put my neck out for him more than I did. I saw a few ladies and got a couple of numbers but I was tired so at about 1 am I called it a night.

On my drive home I get a call from Elizabeth. She’s like “Hey there, how are the shoes?” I’m like um hey. We talked for a few minutes and I knew exactly what this girl wanted. This was the 1 am booty call and she was practically begging for it. I told her she could meet me midtown, where I was, or I could come over to her place.

She was like yeah I cant wait, but if you come here don’t knock, just text me and I’ll sneak out.

HUH? Sneak out, what do you mean? I asked puzzled.

Well I still live at home she said.

OK like what for the summer until school starts? I asked.

No silly, I’m only 17 she blurted out.

OMG! I said as the BMW careened off the road and I found myself aiming the car towards the trees that lined the street. My knuckles gripping the wheel hard, until they turned white. Sweat building on my brow, my eyes glazing over and fear gripping me.

She explained that she was sure that she told me that, but it was OK she would be 18 in a few months anyway. I told her to call me in a few months and I would give her an 18th birthday present to remember, but she didn’t want to wait till December. December is not a few months away babe, and I do mean babe as in kid. Anyway the call ended with me in a blinding haze of outrage. This girl did not look like she was 17 and now a days its very difficult to tell which ones do look like they are younger than 18. I see some girls on Beale Street that look like they should be home in bed watching Barney and yet they are out drinking. I see others who are so mature looking that you just cant tell. So how do you tell.

Well Elizabeth ended up texting me about 400 times over the next day, which in my defense is a good thing. She clearly is the aggressor here and I reply each time I will see her around when she turns 18. Then the bomb is dropped when she says March is a long time away. OK you just told me it was December. This means you just turned 17. Oh God why could you be so cruel?

The moral of my blog is though what would have happened if I didn’t find out and something happened? Whose fault would that be? I know it wouldn’t be hers and I would have ended up in jail! Not fair right. Thank all things Pink and Squishy nothing did happen, but now this chick is stalking me. That’s right stalking me. She keeps begging me to hook up with her and texting me with explicit directions on what she wants to do. She is a dirty little girl.

I’m a bit perturbed how this could my fault if I did something, which I wont. I think some parents need to figure out what their daughters are doing. I think a lot of people would be outraged at what their kids are doing. I watch the news and I’ve always been disturbed to put it mildly when I see these guys who molest these girls. I mean there is a HUGE difference when a little kid gets hurt and I absolutely think they should enact death penalties. The real question though is that if I did happen to do anything how many would look at me and say JunkyFungus, you are a perv and need to be put to death.

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