Viagra must bow down to M-1 Formula!!!

Yeah, I said it and I meant it!

M-1 is the new “penis pill” on the block, but believe me it is Stomping Down The Street!

I happened across it totally by chance.  I’m watching a clip of the 2012 AVN Adult Entertainment Expo. and they start talking about this pill  M-1 Formula.  I became interested because they claimed there were no side effects. I’ve had issues with other pills. Upset stomach and jitters are what I usually get.   The website “buym1now.com” clearly states 100% all natural ingredients.

Now let me be clear. I have a fully functioning member. But sometimes I like to put a lil something extra on it. I attend swingers parties on occasion and I don’t care what anybody says, it can be hard maintaining wood with 20 or 30 people talking or doing whatever in the background.  One good distraction and you’re ruined for the rest of the night. Caffeine has been a downer too, if you know what I mean.

But I digress. So I googled M-1 to see what I could dig up about them. I looked long and hard for at least one bad review! Never found one. So I went for it.  Trust me when I say, “I had Good Wood!”  But its not like Viagra where your just walking around with hard dick.  I don’t know how the people at M-1  did it, but you only get hard when you’re thinking about or about to get some sex.  No just random wood at the most embarrassing time.  It does as advertised,  you’re actually feeling aroused and want to destroy the nearest female! (I meant that in a good way)

My girl and I put it to the test!  She loved it!   It stayed good and hard, the whole way through even if a distraction comes up, you won’t go down. I could do my taxes and not miss a stroke!

The directions say , “take 1 pill every three days.” That is 100% true! I even felt more ready to go the second day!  Seriously, 3 days is not an exaggeration.  And no side effects! No heart racing, upset stomach or jitters. No issues for me whatsoever. I’ve used M-1 on 2 different occasions, stroke for stroke and pound for pound it is the best thing since being 16! (without the acne and wet dreams)

Hit the website up and see for yourself!

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Stop “Self Snitching”!

“Never let anyone outside the family know what you’re thinking.” -  Don Corleone

Call me “Old School“, but I was raised to keep my mouth shut!  There is a line in Ice Cube‘s song off the “Death Certificate” Album called “Color Blind”.  The lyric goes “Cuz I was born in a certain territory Where you don’t talk only the streets tell stories.”  That means if you’re doing dirt, you shut the fuck up about it!  If the word on the streets is that you did something, you let the streets talk, you don’t.

Doing a crime that can get you locked up and then posting it on Twitter, Youtube or Facebook for the world to see is counter-productive!  If that’s how you get down, just do the dirt and then walk into your local  police station and confess!  Cut out the middleman!

That whole “Stop Snitching” Campaign is dead!  Cause these cats are dry snitching on themselves!  The cops don’t even have to sweat em’ in that little ass room anymore!  The criminals are on Youtube talking bout “how many bodies they caught. How many birds they’ve sold and how many pounds they’ve moved!”  In case nobody told you that’s called (say it with me) Evidence!

The last thing the Godfathers, Scarfaces and Natural Born Killers of the world wanted was publicity.  At least make the Detectives work for their money.  Ya’ll about to put “The First 48″ out of business!  They’ll have to change it  “20 mins later they posted the crime on Facebook”!

You have to make a choice!  Are you a criminal or cameraman?

10 Things You Should “NEVER” Hear a Man Say!

 

10.)  Man, I got my Tux all picked out for the wedding!  I just gotta lose 20 more pounds!

9.)  Calgon take  me away!

8.)  So I’m watching the “Notebook” right…

7.)  I’m a good Man!

6.)  I think I need “closure” with my ex.

5.)  I’m watching Oprah yesterday, right….

4.)  So I turned off the game so we could talk.

3.)  That Lifetime movie was so inspirational!

2.)  Dude, come with me to the bathroom.

1.)  That Clay Aiken concert was the shit!

 

Do you want a Man or a Puppy?

A Man has his own thoughts and feelings. He doesn’t blend in with the kids and await further orders. He is on the same page as you. Bringing the same dedication, commitment and enthusiasm to the situation.

When he looks you in the eye and tells you “I got you”, you best believe “He Got You!” A Man would stop a Solar Eclipse, to keep the sun shining on your pretty face! A Man will get his “James Evans” on! Work at the car wash in the morning, busboy in the afternoon, pool shark in the evening, and be home by 11um’ to “Put it Down” correctly! I see you nodding your head, but you don’t hear me!

But hold up! I need you to pump your breaks! I’m not talking about the “Perfect Man”, No! That sissy doesn’t exist and if he did magically appear, all the “Real Men” of the world would form a Lynch Mob, “hunt him down and burn him inside of a windmill.” (Do your homework on that one)

A Man has some flaws. Hell he might even have a Record. (Not talking about his rap career. That’s that other dude) But his overall character is intact. He knows what’s important in life. Meaning “Rims and Jordan’s” are bought after making sure the Rent, Light Bill and Gas are paid! Not as opposed to.

Manning Up, is what “Real Men” do by taking care of their business, not by taking the “Henny” straight to the head!

I suggest when you first meet a man, introduce him to your Father, Brother, Cousins or any male friend who’s opinion you trust and respect. They will tell you what they think. Listen! Pay attention, watch. 9 times out of 10 they will be right.

Load The Truck!!!

  “PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!” Thats what the crazed decrepit old team leader screamed! As hundreds of boxes rained down upon us. They ranged from the size and weight of a shoe box to 60 lb computer monitors. All bombing down on me at once. I’m freezing, tired, thirsty and hungry. I’ve been doing this for about 8 hrs straight without a break!

I’m in the back of a semi-truck hand loading. (Hand loading is stacking boxes by hand from floor to ceiling) Any description I give you will totally pale in comparison to what actually “Loading The Truck” is like.

I’ve been here a month and a half. 5 out of 6 loaders don’t make it to lunch on the first day. The preferred exit line is, “I’m going to the bathroom.” They end up bypassing the bathroom and walking straight out the door. I’m not going to lie! I thought about it and almost did it everyday! Imagine working 13 hrs a day at your fastest pace, with one half hour break? You cannot leave until every box is loaded on that damn truck! I was lucky when I started working, they had just stopped working from 12 pm to 4 am. No way in hell I could have worked those hours. 13 hrs was enough for me.

The first couple of days I damn near cried in that truck! Hands sore, ankles screaming, back shot to hell and the boxes just keep on coming! They put 2 men in a truck. If the other man is slacking guess who’s going to catch hell? You guessed it, you! I remember sitting in my car after work, entire body wracked in pain, eyes welling up like a little girl who just found her favorite doll with the head missing! But I didn’t let one fall! I swallowed it and made a decision! I’m going to kill the truck or the truck is going to kill me!

The next day I didn’t dread or try to put off my turn in the truck. I walked up to it and started bouncing around like Mr.T. when he fought Rocky! I just kept saying to myself, “Load The Truck! Load The Truck! Load The Fucking Truck!” On this day I was supposed to Load the Fed-Ex truck. On this truck, one man pushes the boxes to the back of the via a conveyor. While the other man hand loads the boxes from floor to ceiling! (We’re still talking about a Semi-Truck) Then they switch. I wasn’t switching! I kept “Loading The Truck!” No matter the pain or fatigue I wouldn’t stop! I did 3 trucks straight. I “Loaded The Truck!” That shit felt good! I handled the truck instead of the truck handling me. My mind was on top of the world, but my body was a train wreck!

I worked there a total of 2.5 months. You’re probably saying, “ He quit! The truck won!” No! I learned my lessons from the truck and I moved on.

1.) I was too smart to do such dumb ass work.
2.) I could do anything I set my mind to!
3.) Its insanity to work 13 hrs a day making somebody else rich, when you can work
half of that time making yourself rich.
4.) Loading trucks 13 hrs a day turns you into a Crack Head Twin! Skinny!!

The point of the story is, running from challenges doesn’t make you stronger. Standing up to them and dealing with them does!

That story can be applied to any situation in life. From marriage, to weight loss, financial situations, to sports, to cleaning your room. “Load The Truck!” Run up on the situation and say to yourself “I’m not going around you, by you or over you. I’m going straight through you!”

Load the Truck Pt. 2 “1 Million self-help books, but only you can help yourself!”

   You have to ask yourself, “Is the author trying to help you or is he/she trying to sell books”? Life is a movie, but without sequels. So how can you make a new self book year after year, if everything we needed was in the last one they wrote? Sounds like they’re “Self-helping” themselves to all your money. I suggest you “Load The Truck” on them and me and see what’s out in the real world for You!

The problem I have with most “self-help” books is that they’ll have you believe your life will smooth itself out if you just pray on it. Bullshit!
I have prayed, meditated, affirmed, rain danced and sent up smoke signals. All for Nada! When I started “Loading The Truck” A.K.A. handling situations as they arose. Life got a helluva lot smoother. Better sleep more smiles. Less Pepto, less avoiding phone calls and borrowing money.

You can read all the books you want about any subject you want. But nothing beats real life experience. Nothing! Someone could tell you all about a trip they took, but unless you go out and experience it yourself their story will be the palest imitation of you experiencing it for yourself.

Believe in action! Go! See! Do! Everybody wants to know what’s going to happen. We want to be certain. If were not, we won’t make a move and that’s just sad.
Babies aren’t certain they can walk. Have you ever seen a 10 month old sitting around reading a “self-walking book”? Me either, and I’m pretty sure 10 month olds can’t read. They just get up, stumble a few steps. Bust their face on the edge of the coffee table. Cry. Get their big heads up again and try all over again. They don’t say, “I’ll try again tomorrow. All the baby knows is “Kiss my pamper, I’m walking!”

Never even thinking for a moment that they can’t do it! To busy trying, to think about failing! They succeed because every atom in their body is focused on walking! I bet you never even noticed that when they master walking, they don’t look back? They take off full speed! No reverse! You can call their name, its useless they’re gone!

Some of us have lost determination, after falling down a couple of times. We “DECIDED” to stay down. Notice I said, “DECIDED”. You! Not anybody else. That person in the mirror. Right?

You have to take yourself beyond what you’re comfortable doing. As soon as you start hearing that voice that says, ”Stop! You can’t do that! Something bad is going to happen! “Load The Truck!” Turn on your inner “Hype Man”! Say to yourself, “Go! Go! Go! Do that shit! Do that shit! Do it!” Whatever phrase it takes to keep you moving forward!

Maybe it’s a movie or a song or a phrase. Whatever it takes, do it! Nobody has to know what motivates you. As long as it gets you “Loading The Truck”, watch that movie, sing that song. Keep yourself “Fired Up!”
Don’t over think this. All were after is the motivation, that’s it.
You have to treat your life as a Kingdom and you’re the Emperor! You’re “Emperor (your name here)!” You have to be your own Law, Treasurer and Army! No one else can do it for you. It’s going to be hard. You’ll never hear me say anything is easy. Sitting around getting fat is easy. The shit we’re trying to accomplish takes “Balls!” “No Nutz, No Glory!”
Stop sitting around searching for salvation! Stop sitting around reading about other people’s experiences. They will not help you. Make your own experiences. Write your own history. Write your book! Make your life like a movie, an exciting movie!
I’ve read a lot of books, I can’t say that anyone in particular helped me more than another. Everything that I really know, I learned on my own. I’ve never taken a writing class. I’m just putting my thought and experiences on paper. I’m no “shrink“, “guru“, “preacher.” I’m just a Man, sitting in my boxers in my room, in my Grandma’s house holding a conversation with you.

I want to introduce you to your new best friend, “?” Yes, the question mark. It represents the unknown. Fear of the ? keeps a person stuck in a backwater, one stop sign ass town. Fear of the ? keeps you from reaching your full potential! Fear of the ? keeps you from walking up and talking to the person you’re attracted to. Right? Don’t bullshit me! Worse don’t Bullshit yourself! You have to grab the ? And say “Lets Roll”! Lets see what’s out there! Stand up and “Load The Truck!”

Load the Truck Pt.3 “The Sin of Compari – Sin!”

“You can’t hold onto what isn’t, because you’ll miss what is.”
- Discipline Blackk

“Comparison to others is what makes 99% of miserable people miserable.” – Discipline Blackk

I used to work in a mall. Low pay, customers get on your nerves, bosses who don’t know shit. “Same shit, different toilet.” I would complain on regular about how my life sucks. How I don’t have this or that. If only I could be like such and such. So I’m walking past the food court and I see this group of disabled people having lunch. One of them was a teenage girl who was quadriplegic. All she could mover was her head. I suddenly felt like a total “Pussy”! I’m crying (not literally but figuratively) about not having this or that. My worst day could never touch her best day. I need to Shut-Up, Man-Up and get moving!
From then on, every time I hear someone complaining, I tell that story. They say, “yeah you’re right”. But I don’t really think they feel me.

There was a time I was living in GA sleeping on the floor of my friends one bedroom apartment. My car was repossessed and I had no job. I still didn’t have room to complain. But what made it so bad was, I was currently seeing a lady who had her own 3 bedroom house, car and making about $70,000 a year (rough estimate) and had just flown back from Paris.

She’s wearing my ear out about how her life sucks! For me to say I wasn’t “Feeling her”, was the understatement of the year! If you have 10 toes and 10 fingers that work, you should have no excuses. Shit! Some people are missing entire extremities and are still making it happen! So move your ass!

Accept what is happening in your life now! Don’t worry, fuss and cuss. Just accept it. Stand up straight and correct every negative situation you have. From relationships to money to health. There is a remedy for every situation. It may not be a pill you want to take, but you’ll feel better later. The only fear I have is of a slow death. Bad relationships, bad money management and bad health kill you slowly and painfully.

Load the Truck Pt.4 “Your Own Ownings Owning You!”

   I’m going to speak on ownership. Ownership of cars, houses, TV’s, jewelry and people.
Owning nice things is a good thing. I’m not about to tell anybody to give up everything they have to achieve happiness. That sounds like something a “Preacher” or “Cult Leader” would say. They’ll have you feeding your families noodles to pay your tithes while they’re eating steak, lobster and driving a Jaguar. If you give this Man (you’re not giving it to God, God has no need of money. God is everything and can’t be bought or rented) your money “Now” you’ll get to heaven “Later”! But you’ll live in Hell until then!

But I digress. Ownership like everything else is good in moderation. Who do you work for? If you just name the company you work for, close this book and give me 50 push ups and start over reading from page 1! The answer is Y-O-U! That is who you “should” be working for! Not Visa, Mastercard, the bank who holds your car title, mortgage, your girlfriend/boyfriend, husband/wife/, drug/alcohol habit. You! You! You! That is who it’s all about and will ever be about.

I used to take Valerian root to sleep at night. Why? Because I would be up worrying if this was the night they would Repo my car. I couldn’t answer the phone because I didn’t know which Bill-Collector was calling. Not which company is calling but if it’s the nice, “I’m your friend, I understand we all get behind on our bills” Collector or the “you would think the money came out of their pocket. When are you gonna pay “US“, you can’t keep avoiding “US” Collector.
How did we get here? Trying to buy that new hot “Shit”! So everybody will think we got it good. So we can feel good when somebody says “nice car” (knowing your 2 payments behind) “Nice house” (knowing they’re about to be foreclosed)

Before you buy something you should have a conversation with yourself. “Can I really afford this?” “Will I be driving this car or will it be driving me?” That Salesman could give a fuck about you. He has a car note to pay to. So it’s either you or him being broke. Trust me, he’s choosing you!

Listen carefully at what I’m trying to say. Buy what you can afford. The people that are giving you props for having that new “Shit” are either going to like or not like you whether you have that new “Shit” or not. Props don’t pay bills, feed you or answer the phone when creditors call.

I got this story second hand, but I believe the person that told it to me.
I had a friend, we’ll call her “Kayla”. Well Kayla had a friend named Jill. (that was the best I could come up with) Jill graduates from college, finds a job making pretty good money. Immediately goes out and buys a house and car. Not a bad thing, right? Right. Except Jill buys a 4 bedroom damn near Mansion and parks a Jaguar in the garage! OK, lets skip ahead. Kayla and Jill are on their way to attend a seminar for women who want to start their own business.

Jill’s wheeling the Jaguar, as they pull up to pay for parking. Jill asks Kayla to pay for parking. That sound innocent enough, right? Well yeah if Jill was on some “I drove, so you pay for parking”. Quite the contrary. Jill was dead ass broke! She confessed that all her money was going into paying for that “Big Ass House and Jag!” She also confessed she didn’t have any food in the house. Jill worked for things and the admiration of others, not for herself.
Imagine the fear and anxiety she felt on a daily basis, trying to keep up her “front“. Some of us don’t have to imagine. I have learned from true life experiences, that the person who tries the hardest to act like they’re the richest, are actually the poorest.
I worked for a paper store, back in the day. We only stayed open for 3 hours on Saturdays. 5 minutes until close and this guy walks in carrying a case of paper. He sets it on the counter and says he has to get something else, he’ll be right back. I smell Bullshit coming a mile away.

He returns to the counter with one ream of paper. (package of 500 sheets) Proceeds to tell me he wants to return the case and buy the ream. OK. But in the middle of the transaction, he changes his mind and says he just wants to return the case. The case is about $40 bucks. I’m look cool. Positive and helpful as always. So I ask dude where his receipt is? He doesn’t have one, (surprise surprise) but he buys paper here all the time. That’s all well and good, but I still need a receipt. (This is what I’m thinking, but not what I say) My response is “I’m sorry sir, I can’t accept your return without a receipt.” The guy gets indignant, and starts telling me what I’m going to do! Now I’m not prejudice against the vertically challenged. I have nothing against anybody. But seeing as how I’m 5’10″ 200, he’s about 5’3″ maybe 140? “Playboy, its not happening!” He’s really pissing me off because he’s trying to intimidate me. He goes into how its not his fault I hate my job. That he’s going to tell my boss and my bosses boss.

Please believe me, I wanted to jump over the counter and toss him away like a bubble gum wrapper. I stayed cool. He left without that refund and my foot in his ass, just barely. My final take on the whole “situation” was that he probably needed gas money for that Brand New Lexus Truck he had parked outside!

Desperation can make you do crazy things. Like grabbing an old case of paper and trying to “Make” a man twice your size give you a refund, on a Saturday, 5 minutes before close with no receipt. (Every time I tell that story my adrenaline gets going) I want you to be fearless, not suicidal!

The last kind of ownership I want to speak on is your mate. This one is the most dangerous of all. People have killed or taken their own life behind this one. Hidden in bushes, cranked called, gotten people fired, cursed out, beaten up, court papers served. You name it, it has happened behind “MY Woman/Girlfriend/Husband/Boyfriend.

First things first! “Nobody Owns Anybody!” You are your own person. You don’t get married and become one person. No one completes anybody. No such thing as a “Soul mate”! Somebody invented that term to sell books. Total Bullshit!

But I digress. If you’re a grown person. No one can tell you what you can or cannot do. No one has the right to tell you where you can or cannot go. Somebody who wants you up under them all the time is insecure. Because they don’t think their worthy of you, they think you’re going to find someone who is and leave their sorry ass. If someone wants to leave you, no matter what you do, they’re going to go. You’re just making both of ya’ll unhappy in the mean time.

I’m the type of person, I don’t want you sitting around watching me. Go out and have some fun. Give me a chance to miss you.
Have you ever heard this one? “I trust you, but I don’t trust other people.” 100% proof that people don’t listen to the stupid shit that comes out of their own mouths.
What about the person who catches their mate cheating over and over again and repeatedly takes them back? What the fuck is that? If you’re going to cheat at least have enough respect not to throw the shit in my face.
If your mate gives “IT” to your best friend, the next door neighbor, anybody in your circle of friends or anyone you both see on a regular basis. They really don’t give a fuck about you! I can’t get any realer than that!
Being in love with someone is not a death sentence. Meaning you don’t have to be dead to everyone in the world but that “Special” person, and I do mean “Special”.

I’m not a believer in giving up your individuality when you become a couple. Everybody needs room to grow. You can’t cram somebody into a box and only let them out when you want to play with them. Restriction only builds resentment. If you’re constantly telling someone what they can’t do, do you really think they’re going to grow to love you more and more?
Maybe I’m wrong, but I can’t remember ever hearing an ex-con go on and on about his lost love for the Warden.

“Pressure busts pipes!” Have you ever heard that one? I know a lot of married women, who’s husbands were hell bent on controlling them. Yeah, they did everything he said when he was around. But the moment they got out of sight, they were buck wild!

Now you can look at that last paragraph a few different ways?
1.) The Woman was a “Hoe” so he should stand on her all the time. My answer to that is “Don’t turn a “Hoe” into a housewife”. Why would you marry a Woman you can’t trust?

2. Why would she marry a man that felt he had to control her? Maybe that’s what she likes?

3. Maybe he was cheating and didn’t want that “Karma”. so if he watched her every move so she couldn’t cheat?

4. They both wanted to be single, but didn’t want anyone else to have the other one?
Whichever one is right is irrelevant. It’s all Bullshit. Everybody is their own person. If you’re lying to yourself, how can you tell somebody else the truth?

“Nobody belongs to anybody!” You are born with free-will. I had this same conversation with my daughter. She told me her “boyfriend” (I put it in quotes because she’s 15 and clueless) didn’t want her to have contacts. He was afraid somebody else would find her attractive and she would leave him. “Nimrod!” She didn’t become your girlfriend because she was butt ass fugly! (She’s my daughter, that’s not possible) You picked her because she is attractive. So I calmly explained to her that he was insecure and jealous. Also, that if he was acting like that this early in their “relationship” then it would only get worse.

“Character is consistent”, meaning you can’t hide who you are for long. You can pretend to be someone else, but your true colors will shine through for better or worse. I also informed her if she’s with him, that must be the kind of guys she likes. I didn’t yell and fuss, just calmly explained the “situation”. She’s still with him. She has to get her head bumped. “Load The Truck” on people that try to control you.

Load the Truck Pt.5 “List-Less!”

  Make a list! Don’t even call them “Goals”. A Goal sounds too hard. It sounds like you have to climb a mountain to achieve it. It gives too much energy to simple things that must be done. Take away the energy that you give this “list”. Which is all it is a “list”. “Basically, go here, do this, pay that, clean up”.

It’s all simple shit. “Load The Truck!” and stop crying about what you have to do! You can either cry first, then do it or do it and not shed a tear. But either way the shit has to be done.

If you were in some dark alley, with a person who you knew was trying to do you bodily harm. Would you wait for them to run up on you and start beating the hell out of you or would you run up on them and pound the shit out of them? You may say the second answer, but you’re really doing the first. As soon as a “situation” arises, run up on it and pound the shit out of it! It’s all in how you look at things.

Don’t wait for someone to straighten out your shit! Do it yourself! Put on a cape and save your damn self! Be your own Super Hero! Put a “Super” in front of your name and make it happen!

If life was basketball, would you be playing offense or defense? That’s a trick question. You have to play both! But offense comes first. Don’t get so wrapped up in defense, that you forget about scoring. We spend so much time back-pedaling, trying to protect our feelings that we make no forward progress.

You ever see a little kid chase a butterfly? It’s fucking amazing! They run headfirst, with total disregard for human safety! They will take some of the ugliest spills in human history! Get up and keep running! With a smile on their face the whole time. Scraping knees, dirtying clothes, and busting up elbows. Still running! No chance in hell of catching the butterfly! But they don’t know that and if you told them, they still wouldn’t give a shit! Are you feeling me?
“You have nothing to prove to anybody, but everything to prove to yourself.”

Load the Truck Pt.6 “How to Roll 1 Deep!”

  Do you look yourself in the mirror? Can you? Why not? That’s you in there, you know that, right? Look at your self! Stand there! You’re all you’ve got! No one can help you, but you!

In the “Hood” when you hang around a lot of people they call that “Rolling Deep”. You can hide your weaknesses in a group. That whole strength in numbers thing. But how strong would that group be if every person in the group could “Roll 1 Deep”? Be your own back-up. Rely on no one else. Sound scary? It shouldn’t. It should be what were all striving for. Living without fear. Not trying to be a tough guy, beating on your chest, trying to take on the world. But someone who deals with “situations” as they arise, without the fear, anxiety and hesitation. Truly “Loading The Truck!”

Have you noticed that it’s far easier to control someone else than it is to control yourself? Also, what about those people who let people tell them what to do? Nowadays its either, somebody is their boss or their bossing somebody else around. Be your own boss! Make your own decisions, right or wrong! Stop trying to control someone else while you yourself are spiraling out of control. “Load The Truck!”