Man, a woman's best friend!

Blogging is really cool. Feels like an extended facebook status or a tweet. So, let's talk about 'Women' and 'We-Men'. A good friend of mine keeps reminding me that MotherNature is killing off the male species. I guess she's had it with us, and since she has the power to get rid of us, hell must be taking its fury and tucking it between its legs. So all the women out there are on men's case - Fate, Life, etc. And 'we-men' need to learn how to survive.
So how many flowers can we plant before she(mothernature) takes us back? Did Darwin leave behind a hint on how green we can evolve to avoid this pending vengance? Maybe we should stop calling Life a b**** who's obsession with lemon-giving leads us to the pursuit of te-killer! Should we really believe in Fate? How about Karma and her wonderful sense of humour - should we buy her chocolates? The simple species known as man may not have refuge back on mars, but we might have retribution.
Think 'Natural Selection'. I am a proud product of domestication. (Wait, I propably should say this first). Back home, street tradition teaches us that Women are like cows (every one of them is owned. Either by their family or by their hubbies or their careers, etc. Branded and owned!). We-Men are like dogs (some are domesticated and most are stray. And it sucks being stray, eating garbage, unruly, howling at the moon before getting hit by a bus branded "Life's best lemons"). (There, I've said it, so we can move along).
So here I am, groomed and cleaned up, and taught by a woman to live in harmony with this woman's world. Maybe I'm talking highly of women because my leash is just a Lasso of . . . . uhm . . . something that takes away my balls! This might be the subtle fate of the male species. Only few can be saved, and I am one of them. Back in the good books with MotherNature, Life, etc. Changed from eating garbage to taking it out. Man 2.0; programmed as a stable compliment to his handler, with various bugs fixed and the ability to decypher different shades on colour palettes!
We-men should just accept the life of being women's accessories in order to save the species. Next time Life gives you lemons, just say thank you!

Robin(g) Hood(lums)

I hate thieves. I really do. I get the whole vibe of poverty mixed with recession, pushing one to shove into another man's cave and make off with everything that's painted on the wall. But what's with the anti-robinhood? Why are there so many 'vigilanties' causin the damsel's distress? Why take it from the have-nots? Even worse, why take things that won't benefit you at all?
With all the rich guys out there, with rival banks under the matress, you thieving bastards come for my 2cents, and I don't mean opinion. I am personally complaining because not too long ago, i left my (very low end) laptop at my girl's house, and some construction 'merrymen' used the long arm of (un)law to unload me of my querty-board, through the bedroom window. They forgot the power cable though. Ok, I've let it go!
If you have decided to take up the life of crime, then why not take up the challenge? Spend your many hours researching through seasons of Hustle and Prison Break, then go for gold. Don't be lazy. You can even google. Consider this: drinking is a bad habit, but we still wrap up the addiction with the 'hobby' label(even professional). And we challenge (keyword) ourselves in new ways.
Come on thieves, don't be discouraged with the electric fence, or the hungry dog, or the neighbourhood watch on bicycles. Patience pays (crime doesn't). So make it an art, and take the time to do your crime.

Highway pick-ups . . .

I'm going to completely ignore this itch i have to explain my story, my history, or my whole point of view. Why should i? Let's just pretend that you reading this are like hitch-hikers i'm picking up on the side of the writer's highway, in my new Range Rover Blog!
Crappy thing about being alone the whole day is of course, the crappy feeling in your mouth. The only motivation to unhinge my jaws came from the site of that sunnyside-up and bacon plateful in the morning. Also the daily verbal LOL at the funny things in life. And maybe greeting the milkman (let's take the milkman to be everyone who deserves my cliché politeness).
So the weird feel in my mouth must be all the b.s.(which i'm so back on) i didn't get a chance to give at least one person, thus the crappy feeling.
So, seeing as b.s. is nothing but chewed up grass, get comfortable looking for the needle(point) before all this hay stacks up next to the beef, and gives us bullshit!