Originally posted by mrhustle
As many hookers are pretty street smart they can tell most fake bills. A lot more goes on in the process of the meet up than most people realize.
You have to watch for the hookers who come "alone". The meet me at a gas station and we take your car, you are being tailed most of the time pretty obviously. Your cars make model and plate are recorded in a log. if the transaction goes well, no problem we all like our great transactions. If it goes wrong in any way, too forceful or forcing something that the worker is not comfortable with, fake bills, not tipping for extra services and so on. Very negative things can and will happen later on. Sometimes its the next day and sometimes its a week later.
Hookers who meet up "alone" at a hotel are not really alone. there is normally a follow up car that over looks from the outside. Trust me when the worker goes into a hotel room the team is alerted of the room number. The worker usually wont go into a hotel with any type of knife or spray because most stings come from hotel rooms.
The worst thing you can do is have them meet you at your house. Then they know where you live and so does the team. Think you wont come home to your shit kicked in. Or better yet think you wont get your shit kicked in while shes sucking your dick.
Its sketchy shit dont think a hooker isnt trying to think a way to rob you like you might be trying to think a way to rob them. They come to the table with no money or valuables on them. Your the one at risk. That pimp might whoop your ass if you try to pull one over.
Have a chopper ready for that niggaz face
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Originally posted by RestStop
Maybe not a 'science' but think of it in even simpler terms. You go to the mechanic shop because there's a noise everytime you go past 45 -50 mph. You tell the mechanic this. He asks something like "Is more of a buzzing or hissing noise?" You ponder it for a few seconds. "More of a buzzing… I suppose." He lays out a list of problems it could be and probably more likely than not the problem get's solved and your back on the road buzz noise free within a few days. I think it's kinda the same approach with mental problems even though it's certainly not as simple as your mechanic interaction.
You talking about the problem doesn't solve shit really but it get's the ball rolling.
You're fucking retarded.
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Originally posted by infinityshock
This is some shit straight out of Bill Krozbys pathetic existence so Im going to share it for everyones giggling and snickering pleasure. ill start out by saying something that ive posted many times: that is, my posting style is not shtick…if anything my posting here is more subdued than i am in my actual real-life existence. nextly…im going to be intentionally vague about some details to maintain sekrit-see and avoid too much PI while giving just enough info to keep the story line going and giving it a decent flow.
A few days ago I was working…doing my usual stuffs…and an individual who has no association with myself or my company was performing actions that were not only hampering our activities…but that individuals actions were causing physical damage to our 'stuffs.' that individual also caused physical damage to the property of other individuals who werent associated with my company or anything we were doing. due to certain environmental and altitude conditions it wasnt convenient for me to express my displeasure at their shenanigans which left me with the next best course of action which was to perform actions that were hampering to their own to-do list. This individual will now be known as 'faggot' to make identifying them easier.
This went on for a bit…with a co-worker and myself getting some chuckles about the interference being caused, faggots disgusted looks sent to our general direction, and the obvious growing displeasure of the faggot. Eventually faggot went to our supervisor unbeknownst to me and apparently had some sort of chit-chat, the content of which i have no idea.
my supervisor will now be called 'uberbottom' to make identifying them easier. some backstory on uberbottom is that i have seniority to them, significantly more overall job related experience, as well as several orders of magnitude higher forms of life-related knowledge in comparison. additionally…uberbottom makes it a top-tier priority to live up to his namesake as often as possible. this individuals personality is as uber-beta as it gets…and the funny part is even though hes an uber-beta bottom bitch, he tries to compensate by playing top-of-totempole-super-beta in every conversation he has. there were several times i was in conversations amongst a group of people where the other parties had dumbfounded looks on their faces after some of the stupid-ass shit uberbottom would say. a final tidbit of trivia on the hierarchy of things and somewhat related backstory is the owner of the company specifically said to me that i was his first choice to be supervisor however my intentions were…quote: to come in to work, hang out for a few hours, go home, then collect my paycheck at the end of the week. a simplistic explanation for that reasoning is the continuity of my goals were not at that place of employ for multiple reasons…one of which is i have no desire to be an integral part of such an asshole-rodeo where the poor rider is perpetually skewered in the ass by the bull while the rodeo-clowns all stand around sucking each other off and are oblivious to the goings-on around them…other than maybe pissing, shitting, or perhaps launching some other bodily fluid in random directions when the urge magically strikes.
anyways…shortly after faggot had a conversation with uberbottom…myself and my coworker were continuing our protests of faggots behavior, the details of which i cant get too clear on without giving out too much info that would be PI related, but basically what was normal job-tasking was being undertaken with the slight modification to make it an inconvenience for faggot. coworker and myself were literally laughing about an action we had just undertaken when uberbottom comes over and makes one of his usual laughable attempts at playing beta…specifically taking a tone of voice i didnt approve of. this particular tone of voice is the norm for him when hes try-harding and the majority of the time i literally make a joke of some sort directed at him about it to clarify that my balls are, in fact, better developed than his. there were several times i told him to take a midol, or that he needs to give me more notice when hes on his period so i can call in sick so i dont have to deal with his PMS but almost always in a humorous/sarcastic tone. even on the rare occasion that my response to him is aggressive he'll wander off to de-escalate the situation. (i never get into arguments that i cant win so im not the one needing to de-escalate.) for some reason unbeknownst to me…i dont know if i was in a bad mood…or what…but my immediate, un-thought-out (normally before i say something…anything… vocally to someone i play it in my head first before i actually say it, but this time i didnt) reply wasnt my normal tone but what is known in the military as 'command voice.' basically it is made in the diaphragm instead of the throat and deeper and louder than normal yelling. after about three or four of my comments to him, uberbottom squared off to me for about half a second giving me the impression his first instinct was to try something physical then his clarity-of-thought kicked in so he un-squared off and made some physical distance between us. (as i already mentioned…hes an uber-beta and in no delusion of grandeur anywhere near my physical capacity.) i added some 'retards', 'motherfuckers', and several other colorful aphorisms in there. i even used a saying i use on small children when im disciplining them which is 'you did xxxxx when you should have done xxxx. you obviously dont realize how *colorful expletive* that is so you need to think long and hard about it.' uberbottom tried to keep up but his replies were about as pathetic as the worst of what Bill Krozby would dribble out. i clearly pointed out how his position was wholly untenable based on his replies to my points, then when it was clear to him and everyone else his magazine was empty he eventually he made some sort of commentary in desperation about sending me home with my reply being along the lines of 'you know better than to try that BS with me mother fucker, ill take my shit and be out of here so fast your shit will spin.'…whereupon he said 'go home.' i continued to make commentary…still yelling…while i collected my stuffs, most important of which was my lunch because i was just about to eat. every other word i sent his way was an expletive. the exchange eventually degraded to the point of the entirety of his replies being 'go home' with mine telling him how retarded he was, pointing out that he was clueless, and calling him various derogatory names. there were quite a few multi-syllable words of 'proper' terminology with expletives added…and several times i said 'youre an idiot' in a sarcastic tone.
the funny part was there were literally dozens of people around, ranging from bottom-tier scrub worker-bees to dress-clothes wearing high level management/supervisors and each and every one of them could clearly hear the exchange yet they all continued their work while appearing as if they werent hearing a thing. faggot disappeared almost instantly after the verbal exchange started because i added him into the tirade and colorful-descriptives to support my position and point out the fallacy of uberbottoms statements.
this happened on wednesday at lunch. thursday i received my normal tasking however on friday i never received my tasking via the normal route of communications and there were no replies to my requests so i had the day off. (a good thing…i enjoyed the free time.) this isnt unusual considering it has happened several times previously and i thought nothing of it. earlier this evening a different 'supervisor'…and i use that term loosely…contacted me saying to pick up my 'final paycheck.'
more humor in that faggot not only cant tell me himself…but he cant give me my check, either. payday being friday but not being paid on friday has become the norm which is one of the many reasons i had no interest in staying in that job.
as a side note, on thursday one of the bystanders made a comment to me that he thought faggot fired me. i told him no…it was just a day off. more, more backstory, this individual dislikes faggot due to several attempts on the part of faggot to play beta over him.
this is most assuredly not a cause for distress as now i dont have to quit myself and i have all the free time to myself that i need. my mood is thoroughly elevated and im going through various ideas on how to celebrate. im thinking about getting a hooker, displaying one of Bill Krozby's pics on my phone, stuffing the phone up the hookers ass, then taking a pic that ill post in tribute to Bill Krozby-tard.
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