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Porn Star Adrianna Nicole’s Ten Reasons Why I Probably Don’t Want to Hang Out With You

1) You are a heterosexual male/female using the word ‘Fag’ in a pejorative manner.

2) You are a woman with a child who told the child’s father ‘of course I’m on the pill’ in order to make the selfish decision to have a child just that, all your decision.

What ever ‘smart’ reasons you might have, (saving an already broken relationship, having someone to love you unconditionally, etc.) your plan will backfire and create resentment.

3) You are underemployed and able bodied and sit around complaining about how bored you are and how you can’t pay your bills.

But you are not actively looking for work! Instead you lay around the house all day watching TV and looking at anything other than employment opportunities online.

4) You are over 25 (not in school) and have roommates.

5) You are a male friend who thinks that because…

a) I work in the adult industry.

b) I’ve had sex with a wide variety of ages and body types and, you know, I’m so cool to hang out with.

c) We have a really good time hanging out and shooting the shit.

…we should just take the next step and fuck each other or that we’d ‘make a really good couple’.

Um, no. The answer to this is:

a) I’m NOT interested.

b) I’m not shy, if I were interested in you sexually YOU would be the first to know. I’m not shy. I wouldn’t keep it a secret.

c) I don’t want to date you.

6) I’ve traveled with you and seen the worst side of you…Guess what? I really didn’t like it.

7) You are a psychic vampire.

Your life is a series of complaints and misery which you seem to endlessly be whining about to other people, (anyone who will read about it online or listen to you) but you don’t do anything to help yourself out.

If you don’t want to help yourself out, don’t think that I want to help you out either. I’m not a licensed therapist and you are not paying me.

8) You are someone who randomly emails me on MySpace or Twitter asking to chat, leaving your number, asking for my MSN, Yahoo, or AOL IM account (double this sentiment if you have never heard of spell check.)

I don’t ‘chat’ and I don’t want to trade pictures with you.

9) You are the last one in the group to take your wallet out when out for drinks or food.

Not carrying cash, sneaking off to the toilet, or wandering away to look for an ATM. You are not being sneaky or clever, you’re just being a douchebag.

10) Your attention span is so short that you can’t remember what you said or did a week ago, or even ten minutes ago and now you want to debate it.
-Adrianna

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College Stereotypes: Drexel University Edition

DaveYou know the saying, “you know the type” when it comes to THAT GUY or THAT GIRL you saw…well I’m here today to talk about THAT TYPE. This will likely be a bit different from your school, since we have such a weird ensemble of kids here, and have such an odd way of doing things. But you, Soon To Be College Freshman, when you have your little ID and dorm key worn around your neck, you’ll see that you, too, fit into one of these groups. So let’s dive in, shall we?

Since I started with it, The Freshman- The absolute easiest way to ID the Freshman is, like I said, by the all-purpose lanyard. Usually worn around the neck, it keeps your dorm key and ID card safely out of harms way (until you lose BOTH things at the same time, or lock it in your room, in which case you have to call your creepy roommate and hope he’s around and you don’t have to owe him a favor later on…). This lanyard was probably provided free of charge, and sports the Campus Activities Board (or equivalent) logo in some God awful font and color. The Freshman is usually slow walking, and takes the most indirect way to his class, and may even be sporting a trendy CAMPUS MAP! Oh, also, the Freshman often wears LOTS of school pride gear. Now, I have a few Drexel shirts and all, but they’re in the rotation, not everyday wear. AND, to my credit, I think I’ve paid, at most, 6 bucks for something with the school’s logo on it. Not that 70 bucks they’re charging at the bookstore for a hoodie. I was being sarcastic as I wrote 70 bucks, but looking up that image…that shirt is actually SIXTY FIVE GOD DAMNED DOLLARS! That’s half a third of a textbook! (Which reminds me of how only Freshman actually buy textbooks from the bookstore).

Wow, that’s a lot of rambling on the Freshman…let’s look at his polar opposite, The Senior (not to be confused with The Graduate). The Senior, at least around these parts, is actually a bit of a rare site. Drexel has an exceptionally high drop out rate for a major university. Combine that with the fact that in the few years since I was a freshman, they’ve increased the admission of freshman like threefold, Seniors are quite the minority. You’ll probably only find them in the 400 level classes you share with them (if you are also a Senior, or ambitious/over ambitious/snot nosed/professor’s dick sucking Sophomore/etc), or in 100 level into classes to boost their GPAs and keep them as full time students (how the hell did I only get an A- in Com 150-Principles of Public Speaking?!) The Senior is usually not dressed as extremely as the Freshman, mostly due to growing the fuck up. Many Seniors actually work part time in professional jobs, or are attending class part-time while going back to school. Seniors often dress in Drexel Casual style (which is pretty much the same as business casual). Not me, I’m a t-shirt and jeans kinda guy.

The Douche- What can I say about this one? Too easy. You know em. They wear their high school varsity football jacket and pound Natty Ice. They love their boyfriends so much except when one of the brothers of Sigma Nu happens to be nearby, in which case, all bets are off. SIGMA NU! NU’s RULE! YEA! Often business majors.

The Engineer- I once tried to convince someone that Drexel was a school for railroading, due to our proximity to 30th Street Station and the Northeast Corridor. (Little did I know I would ACTUALLY be working for a firm whose clients included SEPTA, Amtrak, NJ Transit and the Long Island Railroad….).

The engineer will likely be one or more of the following:

-fat

-ugly

-smelly

-Asian (inc. Indian)

-socially inept

-politically reactionary

I managed to escape this, sort of, by switching to Engineering Technology. People actually talk to you, and you can actually make friends. It’s weird.

The Art College Kid- pretty much the same as any other art school kid.  It’s tough, though…our indiefuck douches think they’re better than everyone else, but Drexel is certainly NOT known for its liberal arts programs. Nor for its political scene. Nor its music scene….

I was going to really go on and rail on a few kids specifically, but then I came across this…

http://tinyurl.com/c5aeky

Click it, scroll down. Creepy. And I don’t want them hunting me down, since now they REALLY know what I look like. I look forward to the angry letter I’m undoubtedly going to get from the university’s legal department. Maybe I’ll luck out and they’ll just sick one of their law students on me.  Which reminds me of the joke about how convenient it was the Drexel, who opened their School of Law shortly after aquiring their own College of Medicine, now has BOTH ends of the ambulance chaser crowd covered.

Hopefully, I’ll be graduated before it gets to that. And COME ON, Drexel, a FRIDAY class? My SENIOR year? How weak is that?

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The Six Recession-Proof Ways to Get Cities Out of Debt

AlexAn overwhelming amount of us live in super-sized, congested, polluted cities. I happen to live in Philadelphia, and in addition to the hazards of our everyday lives, we are dealing with a staggering and crippling economic “depression.” Because of this, we have cutbacks running wild, elevated panic in the marketplace, and nothing on which to take out our aggressions (aside from Obama’s comments about “Special People” and general AIG douchebaggery). But let’s keep our heads here. Let’s start to think straight…and let’s find at least 10 ways that Your City can save money!


6. Stop allowing Ginger Kids in Public Playgrounds

It’s no secret that every time a child with hair as red as the devil’s dick is witnessed leaving a playground, a team of Bio-hazard Suit clad firefighters are called in to sterilize the equipment. It’s not bigoted, it’s public safety. We all know that ginger children have the potential for harming and infecting our precious young people and destroy the fabric that ties conventional families together (have you seen Table for 12?).

It’s no joke; and once we create public bans (or pigmentation camps–think about it…) we can allow these firefighters to get back to their everyday jobs…or just hose those fuckin’ day-walkers off the sidewalks.

5. Create Soundproof Bus Sections for the Homeless

There’s an easy and cheap way to do this (and still not be a racist!!). After all, homeless isn’t a color, it’s the outcome of habitual drug use and domestic abuse, and everyone knows that! When hilariously pretentious white suburban kids venture into the Big City, they are often afraid to ride the bus to get to their destinations. This is a fear that is no wholly unfounded.

Of course, Public Transportation isn’t the most harmful element of the city out there; however, there is always the danger lurking in the shadows of a Homeless…lurking in the shadows. Now, there’s no practical way to get these people to stop riding the bus (I mean, come on) but there just may be a way to separate them from the rest of the bus-riding population. We won’t have to smell them or hear them. They can have their 40 oz in a paper bag, and we can have our dignity.

How will this save the city money, you ask? Well, naturally, more rational-minded individuals would be willing to take public transportation if there is no danger of them being “talked at.” The other benefits, including decreased emissions should go without saying.

4. Fire the Tour Guides and Just Hire the Homeless (for FREE, shh!)

I know, I know…Another Homeless idea? Yes. My last one got me thinking…where else do we find homeless? Everywhere, that’s where!

Those tour guides probably cost the city a lot of money, and they don’t know anything about whatever city you happen to be in! Homeless are on the streets every day. They know just about every nook and cranny of the City, and why wouldn’t they? Sure, they might not know their “history” and they might have “social diseases” but it’s time we look past all of that. Plus, there’s a good chance that the Tour Guides we’ve got share the exact same problems.

The best thing about this decision would be that we wouldn’t have to pay these “people.” They don’t know how the financial world works (I mean, who does really?). You could allow them to simply collect tips from tourists and they’ll be all smiles.

…worst case scenario, we can have them pull the buggies instead of horses. Horses are expensive.

3. Stop Having Fires.

This sounds like a totally obvious one, but it needs to be said. C’mon people…fires? Really? We’ve moved way past that in our society. If a terrorist can blow up a building, you can get off your lazy arsonist ass and create some real panic. If the arsonists we love so much would stop causing fires, we wouldn’t need Fire Departments, and that would save a lot of money.

Because one of the cutback plans during the recession involved the closing or disbanding of several fire stations, I figure we could just lose them all in favor of a safer America and…no fires(?).

2. Fire the Cops and Hire a Superhero.

Why spend money on a Police Force that is always inefficient and under-respected? What we need is one masked vigilante that everyone can look up to, and who works for free because of an unfounded sense of personal justice, or he was abused as a child. These are the questions that we don’t have to ask.

Of course, some problems may arise from vigilantism. Off the top of my head: We’d need to find a Superhero; and: There’s no such thing as Superheroes. Now, I realize that up until now I’ve been thinking clearly and critically…So I’ll have to find a way to make this work. Okay, here we go…a marketing team will promote a corporate entity posing as a masked vigilante. The City might be safe, the Marketing team makes money…and the pseudo-superhero will probably be killed.

1. Outsourcing Ownership

Most big cities have ethnic sections, and even more than most have areas that just seem to be specifically made for a certain nationality…like China Town, Little Odessa, Little Italy, and Manhattan. Now, the notion that China Town is an actual town is perposterous. They don’t have a mayor, or a Town Hall…just some novelty stores and golden dragons…but what if (and follow me here…) we actually GAVE China Town to the country of China…and then, take it a step further and just placed American cities in the control of other countries?

Sound like a good idea? No? Well, why not? Seriously…you give me one good reason.

Oh..

Yeah, that’s true.

You don’t have to yell…

Okay, how about we just make up some charities and ask people to donate to them. If they don’t know the money is going directly to the Mayor’s office, it could work!

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An Open Letter to a Celebrity-Obsessed America

AlexMy Dear Celebrity-Obsessed Americans–

Though the whole world (especially the Western One) is crippled by their unhealthy appetite for tabloids and gossip entertainment that belittle and viciously attack the personal lives of those who they all wish that they could be, I can only speak on behalf of like-minded people within my own country (plus, I don’t speak British).

It certainly brings great pain to my forever-tainted (a’giggle) heart to bring such an intellectually vicious attack on the Celebrity-Obsessed, because I understand your way of thinking. It’s easy to get caught up in the gossip of individuals that you feel as though you know personally.

The tragedy lies in the inconvenient truth that your lives just aren’t that interesting most of the all of the time. Feel free to disagree (and when I say that, I mean, if you do disagree, go fuck yourself), but it seems that you’ve taken a healthy veneration of the sufficiently famous to a level of inscrutable and mentally-damaging douchebaggery.

There was a time when the “Celebrity” was the Hollywood Starlet, or the drug-addled alcoholic role model that we could allow into our homes and not have to call him “Dad.”

Now, you’ve taken to labelling the bewildered, developmentally disabled, social butterflies cunts who make up Reality TV casts as “Tinseltown Elite.” This is pure idiocy and you/we (for you) should be ashamed.

I admit my own shame for actually subjecting myself to shows like American Idol and Hell’s Kitchen (essentially FOX‘s whole “reality” line-up) even if they are, on occasion, entertaining. As Americans, we love to watch the weak-willed crumble to the point of emotional suicide while being interminably derided by British hard-asses while they grasp at the pant-legs of the Entertainment Industry for their 5 minutes of so-called “fame.”

The most frightening notion here is that while you can force your otherwise (probably) rational minds to accept these personality-deficient goblins as legitimate celebs, you take pride in the shock-and-awe style attack on those who have devoted their entire lives to entertaining you

While I am not going to defend the morally questionable actions of outstanding thespians such as Christian Bale, Russel Crowe, Jude Law, Robert Downey Jr., Lindsay Lohan (okay, maybe calling Lohan an outstanding thespian is like swallowing a pill the size of Michael Moore’s first dump of the day), etc…etc…etc…I will point out to you, the near-sighted and judgmental pseudo-critic, that these people create art for you.

Their purpose in life (aside from making obscene amounts of money) is to put on a costume and dance so that you can experience the emotions that you’ve forgotten exist as well as tear you away from your insignificant and thoughtless daily routine…or at least allow you to escape into your imagination for two hours.

Imagine, if you will, Harvey Levin staking out the home of J.D. Sallinger, or a team of photographers catching John Updike offguard, subsequently causing him to die of a heart attack before the cancer even had a chance.

You watch TMZ and Access Hollywood curled tightly around a throw pillows, clutching a glasses of wine like the blood of the Christmas Jew and spend your TV Dinner evenings mocking people just like you (except hard-working and successful) who happen to have a camera shoved in their faces while they sloppily stumble out of a bar in the Valley.

Shame–the fuck–on you!

Does it take some self-obsessed ladyboy, drowning in his own unearned arrogance, screaming “LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!!” teary-eyed into a web cam for you to realize that something is wrong?

Or maybe a terrible (but hilarious) gag-site that encourages web-users to place bets on when the pop diva will put on her tallest pair of stilettos and leap to her death onto something would suffice

Is there any depth to which you will not sink? You could be the most kind-hearted individual on the planet, but when you take part in this Circus Maximus, you are the vile bully that you knew in your heart that you would never become.

And while I am in no way suggesting that those who throw themselves into the public eye, begging for your attention, are immune to scrutiny, I am begging for the sake of our civilization that you cease fire.

Stop watching TMZ.

Stop giving paparazzi something to do with their empty lives.

Stop getting news information unfounded gossip that you proceed to mistake for information from Perez Hilton and E!.

And please Stop treating President Barack Obama like he’s a Paris Hilton. He’s not a film star. He’s not Hollywood’s Darling. He’s the Leader of the Free World and the Commander in Chief of our Military. You desperately need to start treating him with the consideration of his position and not that of Brad fucking Pitt.

You are contributing (no matter how minimally) to the very form of destructive social behavior that will destroy us all (and makes us appear silly in the eyes of the rest of the world)…and it is something of which we are all guilty.

 

Never Have I Been More Sincere,

-Alex

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Septa Inepta UPDATE!!!1!111

DaveSo after the events of the last post from me, I did what the responsible blogger would do….bitch to customer service about something they had very little control over. Here’s what I wrote….

Comment: Complaint

Incident Date: 2/23/2009

Time of Incident: 4:00 pm

Boarding Location: Ridge Ave and Fountain St

Final Destination: 30th St Station/Drexel University

Route: 9

Vehicle Number: 5916

Block Number: 13

Direction of Travel: Center City

Employee: Heavyset black male with glasses

Comments: While going into Center City on the 9 (which picked me up at Ridge and Fountain 10 minutes late to begin with) the driver missed the exit for 30th St and had to detour through South Philadelphia via Grey’s Ferry Ave and 34th st. This resulted in my being 30 minutes late for class at Drexel University.  My complaint is over the concept of a driver getting lost on a regular route, and his inability to correct his course and get  back on track, as he made several attempts to relocate 76.  When questioned and commented to, he replied unprofessionally and sarcastically, as if it were the fault of the riders.

I believe that SEPTA’s patrons pay too much to have to deal with the scenario described above.  I support SEPTA daily with my own travel to Drexel and through town, and indirectly through my support of the Transpasses issued to Philadelphia Students.  I truly feel that these situations should  never happen, and am very disappointed in the actions of this driver.  I do not feel out of place in requesting my fare back for this trip, and an apology to myself and the other riders on this bus.

Maybe a little on the bitchy side…but hey, I was annoyed. A few short days later, and they actually got back to me! Here’s their reply…

Dear Mr. Grow,

Thank you for contacting us and please accept our apologies for the inconvenience that you were caused as a result of this operator’s error.  Upon receipt, your report was forwarded to Management in the Bus Transportation Division.  The operator cited was identified and has been re-instructed on proper routing and his customer service responsibilities by Supervision.  He was reminded that what he thought was “just a mistake” could have been VERY IMPORTANT for our customers.  Appointments and important engagements could have been missed  (and apparently classes as well).  The operator is a new operator and his performance is being monitored in our new hire coaching program.

If you will let us know your mailing address, we will be happy to send you a token good for a future ride.

Sincerely,

Barry Berky
SEPTA Customer Service

Haha…suck it SEPTA. I emailed him back and took him up on the offer for a free token. I’m pretty sure it’ll never come, but I can hope. So finally, I work towards evening the score against SEPTA…..South Eastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority 45, Dave 1. Suck it.

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An Open Letter from Adult Film Star Bella Vendetta

Dear Patrons of the Strip Club,

bella1I have been modeling for 8 years now. I got wrapped up in the glorious alt-porn world almost from the start. It’s been a crazy ride; however, recent events in my life have pushed me to pursue some income other than my website.

It was kind-of a ‘no brainer’…obviously, I should be a dancer! Lots of my friends were strippers and I always have fun in strip clubs. I’m good at dancing and I’m not shy, so get naked, make money, it’s a win/win!

What I was not really prepared for was the intricate workings of a strip club… the drama, the bullshit, the way management was going to treat me, the weird social-inner workings and the territorial girls who already work at the clubs. However, I’m pretty easy to get along with. I don’t steal customers, don’t get involved in drama. After all, I’m there to make money, not friends, right?

Making money, you’d think would be easy, but the customers in these places…..oh, it just seems like I am subjected to an endless amount of rudeness and ridiculous questions. So, I’ve made this list of things to keep in mind when you come to see me dance.

It’ll help you, The Customer, so I won’t have to embarrass you or throw a drink in your face or stab you, and it’ll help ME to make the most money I can!

–Because I’m a stripper and that’s all strippers really want anyways…..

–which brings me to rule #1

1. Strippers are there to make money. Please keep this in mind.

We are not there to get a workout by dancing alone on stage while you have a drink at the bar. In fact if all you want is a drink and you don’t have any money to spend on the dancers, go to a regular bar! This is pay per view, people–not free show!

If you’re one of the customers that just drinks at the bar, or maybe plays Keno (or Photo Hunt), you should at LEAST tip the bartender heavily AND you can’t get mad when none of the dancers want to talk to you. You can bet we’re talking about you though. We’re probably saying what a cheap bastard you are and how we wish you would just go to a regular bar. (see?)

2. This goes back to number one. We are indeed there to make money. NOT to get a boyfriend.

Most of us have boyfriends, some of us have several. And if we were looking for a boyfriend, we wouldn’t look in the club that we work at. Becase we’re only there for one thing, your money! If we’re being nice to you, it’s because we’re trying to get money. If we think you have a lot of it, we might even hang out with you for a long time.

But please know, that it’s only because we want your money. That’s what we’re here for. Not to give you our number or go home with you.

***I do have to put an addendum here because I think there are customers who dancers really, genuinely like. But it’s probably someone that spent some money on them at one time or another. But, you don’t usually end up really liking a broke customer.

3. Don’t try to save us. We’re just working a job, man. We don’t need to hear about how we should go back to school or how if we were with you we wouldn’t have to dance.

Some dancers probably make more money than you. If you have a problem with girls that strip, just stay home. Because we have money to make and there’s no time to argue with you. Unless your tipping us heavily while having this argument.

This last one is a personal rule just for me; although I’m sure it applies to other girls who are strippers.

4. PLEASE think of something else to open a conversation with other than “So you got a lot of tattoos” or “What’s up with those tats?” or “How many tattoos do you have” or “Did that hurt?”

Really, seriously. Let’s talk about my perfect boobs or…anything else!

And, asking me to tell you to the story of why I got all my tattoos, I’m probably not going to answer that. Ya know, it’s none of your fucking business, and you just tipped me a dollar

I’m not going to sit down and tell you my life story. My life story is $20 and is told in the form of a lap dance. And one more thing: I’m not going to stop walking around trying to make money, to pose for you and show off my tattoos. If you wanna see the tattoo show, it’s $20, honey.

-Bella Vendetta (Honorary Super Dudette!!)

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