View Full Version : The Game, Undercover in the Secret Society of Pick-Up Artists
05-21-2006, 01:02 PM
Here. This is some interesting shit to read. Learn how to pick up peeps like Paris Hilton even if ur a complete dork. I know most of u guys are gonna say u are a mf pimp and don't need shit like this, but if u have the abbility to read shit, you should read it, or at least take a look at it.
05-21-2006, 01:06 PM
ummm why do I have to download it...
05-21-2006, 01:07 PM
Because it's some interesting shit.
05-21-2006, 01:08 PM
THEY WERE FELLOW VICTIMS
SUFFERING FROM AN OUTMODED
MASCULINE MYSTIQUE THAT MADE
THEM FEEL UNNECESSARILY
The house was a disaster.
Doors were split and smashed off their hinges; walls were dented in the
shape of fists, phones, and flowerpots; Herbal was hiding in a hotel room
scared for his life; and Mystery was collapsed on the living room carpet cry¬
ing. He'd been crying for two days straight.
This wasn't a normal kind of crying. Ordinary tears are understand¬
able. But Mystery was beyond understanding. He was out of control. For a
week, he'd been vacillating between periods of extreme anger and violence,
and jags of fitful, cathartic sobbing. And now he was threatening to kill
05-21-2006, 01:12 PM
Hahaha, yeah, the first part is kinda strange tho. But once u get past that shit its dope. Especially when u a n00b who can never get a girl :p
05-21-2006, 01:28 PM
05-21-2006, 02:11 PM
BY NEIL STRAUSS
The only reason you go out,
The only objective in mind,
A glimpse of a familiar pair
When your own hand becomes your best lover,
When your life-giving fertilizer is wasted
In a Kleenex and flushed down the toilet
You wonder when you are going to stop
Thinking about what could have happened
That night when you almost got somewhere.
There is the coy one who smiles
And looks like she wants to meet you,
But you can't work up the nerve to talk.
So instead she will become one of your nighttime
Fantasies, where you could have but didn't.
Your hand will be substituted for hers.
When you neglect work and meaningful activities,
When you neglect the ones who really love you,
For a shot at a target that you rarely hit.
Does everyone get lucky with women but you,
Or do females just not want it as bad as you do?
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05-21-2006, 03:15 PM
Post more!! LMAO!!!!
05-21-2006, 03:18 PM
hold up I'm trying to find some funny shit
05-21-2006, 03:19 PM
Sitting in the back seat with me, Twotimer scanned my face for a reac¬
tion. "What do you think?" he asked.
"Amazing," I said.
"Evil," he corrected, letting a thin smile creep over his lips.
When we arrived at the Getty, Twotimer turned his attention to Ross. "I
wanted to ask you about the October Man sequence," he prodded. "I've
been switching around a few of the steps."
Ross turned to him. "You understand that these things are very bad?"
As he spoke, Ross wagged a finger at Twotimer's chest, over his heart. He
was anchoring again, trying to associate the notion of badness with the for¬
bidden pattern. "There's a reason I don't teach them at my seminars."
"Why is that?" Twotimer asked.
"Because," Ross answered, "it's like giving dynamite to children."
Twotimer smiled again. I could tell exactly what he was thinking—
because, in my mind, the word evil was anchored to that smile.
"Darwin talked about survival of the fittest," Twotimer explained to
me as we walked through the museum's collection of pre-twentieth century
art. "In earlier times, this meant that the strong survived. But strength
doesn't help one get ahead in society today. Women breed with seducers,
who understand how to trigger, through words and touch, the fantasy
parts of the female brain." There was something artificial and rehearsed
about the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked at me. It felt
as if he were sucking my soul into his eyes. "So the whole idea of survival of
the fittest is an anachronism. As players, we stand at the gate of a new era:
the survival of the smoothest."
I liked the idea, though unfortunately I was no smoother than I was
strong. My voice was fast and choppy, my movements effete, my body lan¬
guage awkward. For me, survival was going to take work.
"Casanova was one of us," Twotimer went on. "But we live a better
"Well, it probably took a lot more work to seduce a woman back then
because of the morals of the day," I said, trying to contribute something
"And we have the technology."
"You mean NLP?"
"Not just that. He had to work alone." He grinned as his gaze bore
deeper into my eyes. "We have each other."
We lurked through the galleries, gazing at the people gazing at paint¬
ings. I watched as Grimble and Twotimer talked to various women. But I
was far too scared to approach in front of Ross: It felt like trying to play the
cello in front of Yo-Yo Ma. I was afraid he'd criticize everything I did or get
upset that I wasn't using enough of his technology. On the other hand, this
was a guy who advised students to get over their fear of approaching by
walking up to random women and saying, "Hi, I'm Manny the Martian.
What's your favorite flavor of bowling ball?" So I really didn't have to worry
about looking foolish in front of him. He created fools.
At the end of the day, Ross had three numbers. Twotimer and Grimble
had two each. And I had nothing.
As we took the train downhill to the museum parking lot, Ross slid
into the seat next to me. "Listen," he said. "I have a seminar coming up in a
few months. And I will let you sit in and take it for free."
"Thanks," I said.
"I am going to be your guru. Not Mystery. You'll see that what I am
teaching is a hundred times more powerful."
I wasn't sure how to respond. They were competing over me—an AFC.
"And one more thing," Ross said. "In exchange, I want you to take me
to five—no, six—Hollywood parties, with super-hot babes. I need to widen
He smiled and asked, "Do we have a deal?" as he rubbed his thumb on
his chin. I was sure he was anchoring me.
This is your average page in the book lol
05-21-2006, 03:23 PM
MY MAN IS SMOOTH LIKE BARRY,
AND HIS VOICE GOT BASS.
A BODY LIKE ARNOLD WITH A
DENZEL FACE . . .
HE ALWAYS HAS HEAVY
CONVERSATION FOR THE MIND,
WHICH MEANS A LOT TO ME, 'CAUSE
GOOD MEN ARE HARD TO FIND.
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