unless you really have to by some sort of dress code, tucking in your shirt is pretty much unacceptable. especially if said shirt it tucked into khaki's...hey khaki guy. cut loose...untuck that shit...and while you're at it, take off those sandels you fucking homo.
rocking sketcher sneakers
by rocking sketchers you're basically saying "i ALMOST don't give a shit about what goes on my feet but i care just enough to go to a sketchers store and spend money on kicks my mom wouldn't wear to power jog in."
oogling EVERY girl on the street
you ever see guys that lose their shit ont he street over any half assed owner of a vagina that passes them? i understand staring at girls on the street. we all do it...but stopping dead in your tracks and doing a 180 turn followed by a sound effect like "daaaaaaaamn" everytime any girl on the planet walks by is just ridiculous. what do you do when an actual hot girl walks by? jerk off on the spot?
owning a ferrari/lambourgini type car...
they're tiny and the backseat can maybe fit a premature newborn...maybe. so they go fast...it's not like you can ever really drive 195 miles an hour. save the money and get a dick implant. it's pretty much the same thing.
being the chatty guy while waiting on a line...
i was on line to get into canada this weekend. it was long and slow. right in front of me was broham who couldn't shut his stupid mouth. he was talking to everyone like it was the first day of summer camp. waiting can be brutal but waiting while listening to some umbro short wearing cocksucker crack borat jokes is pretty much hell cubed.sadly, i'm sure in some circles this guy is charming...but what's worse then him?
being that guys wingman/cheerleader
wherever you find the "outgoing talkative" guy, you will find the "quiet dork" who laughs at all his jokes and thinks he's "Crazy" (in the coolest way possible). this is the guy who jerks off to the talkitive guys stories of getting pussy and later tries to pasd those same stories off as his own when he meets new people.
working out all the time...
this is more about the body builder types then girls who run on the treadmill. i support that fully. but the body builders...what's up with that? how fucking ripped do you need to be? what girl likes that? outside of some jersey shore types, i don't think i've ever met a girl who wanted to bone lou ferrigno or shwartzenegger. it's kinda in the same boat as the lambourgini owners. it's a cool idea on paper but when fully executed you're just flying a huge "i have a worthless penis" flag.
saying the phrase "party like a rockstar".
way before that fucking awful song existed, i would cringe at the sound of that phrase. it's the worst thing you can say. it's an immediate deal breaker. if i had jessica beil naked in bed with the tip of my penis in her and she said that my dick would shoot back into my body like a scared turtle (i might be exaggerating here...). people who say "party like a rockstar" are pretty much the definition of "douche".
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