Sunday 28 December 2008

Sean Rodrieguez Guide: Dating for Idiots Part 1

The First Date.

Appearance.

Perhaps the most important part of that all important first date is the way you look. Scientists claim that 100% of the way we see people is with our eyes, so it's your job to be pleasing to the eye with a carefully selected outfit. You should read the situation carefully when picking out your wardrobe. A cowboy hat for example is likely not suitable headwear for a classy restaurant, nor is that witty T-Shirt you own that say's "Ask Me About My Penis..." on it. 

You want to appear casual and at ease. The first date is all about first impressions. First impressions are important with women because they have the attention spans of particularly vacant moths. You need to say things with your outfit and not things like "Nice Tit's" or "I want to ride you like a pony". You need to say "Here I am, this is me. Don't just look at me, LOVE me" or alternatively "I am a calm, casual and at ease modern man who respects your place in the world as a modern woman with choices. I'm not trying to force you to like me, merely hoping that you will." The final alternative is for your outfit to say "Look that way whilst I get the cap off this Rohypnol bottle..." But that's another article.

Whilst appearing casual you also want to look smart and fashionable. As a dating conneisseu...coinnessue...expert I've provided a few examples:

 Here I'm standing aloof. My top button is undone, one hand in the pocket, the other holding my hat. I'm just practically saying "No, why don't you pick the wine? I'm sure you've got incredible taste" or "Shall we share a Starter?". I look like a classy guy but still a guy who knows what he want's and how to get it. Women love a guy who doesn't give a shit as it sort of balances out the fact that they give too much of one. In this outfit I don't care about anything, the wine she orders, the starters we share, that gigantic mole on her chin, the eyepatch she's wearing or that stench of rotting fish eminating from the sweat patches on her dress. I'm a cool, casual guy and tonight I might just stay at her place. If I can be bothered and the walk isn't that far.

 Now this outfit works on a whole other level. It say's that I'm a fun loving guy who isn't afraid to buck the trends and do my own thing. The outfit's colour is a little gaudy but I can totally pull it off because I'm exuding a sense of humor whilst maintaining an element of style and class in my clothing choice. In this outfit I'm the kinda guy that when I walk into the restaurant with her and the Maitre d' asks if I have a reservation I'd reply "Only in her vagina! GET IT?! VAGINA?! AHAHAHA" then I'd flick my lips with my index finger and go "Brpbrpbrpbrp", laugh casually and say "No seriously, table for two under Rodrieguez my good man, thank you."

From that point on she'd know, not think, she'd KNOW that I was a little different from the other guys she's been out with and that sense of individuality can be all you need for a successful date. Failing that I'd bring a large bag of party poppers and everytime she spoke to me set one off at her face. Physical humour you see.  Women love a funny guy. Write that down.

What Not To Wear:

 This is giving her too much. You don't want to ruin that electric suspense a first date holds where she watches you clumsily cut your pizza into slices whilst you unwittingly have your tie in your drink and wonders "Just HOW big is his penis?" You should never appear naked to a first date. The second date is a judgement call and if she isn't stripping you naked by the third after you implement the advice in this guide she's a filthy fucking cocktease who doesn't deserve you at all. Even with something stylish covering your manhood (as pictured) it's a complete No-No on a first date and should be avoided as much as saying "Well by the smell of her she's already had the fish..." when the waiter ask's if you're ready to order your main course. 

Getting Ready For The Date. Before you do ANYTHING else play this song: 

Whilst completely naked, moonwalk around your apartment/bedroom/YMCA Hostel/Cardboard Box. This will help you build confidence, particularly with the above song playing. Shower carefully, then lightly oil your entire body and allow yourself to airdry. Use the remainder of the baby oil to slick back your hair and then shave off all your facial hair except the moustache, which should be left thick and bushy. Women love this style. Do not wear underwear, real men do not wear underwear and this will provide you with a sense of confidence that she will definately sense. DO be sure to make sure your unibrow is neatly trimmed. Then get a small amount of hair gel and apply it thoroughly to your nose hair. Now dress and look at yourself in a full length mirror and exclaim out loud "I AM THE MAN, I AM THE MAN, I AM THE MAN". After a one last, quick, final toke on your crack pipe you'll be ready to hit the door and go begin the rest of your romantic life.

The Date.

Always meet your date at the restaurant on the first date. This shows that you appreciate her independence and ability to walk somewhere. Hire your friends to chase her there in ski mask's with machete's if possible as this shows you respect her power and bravery as a modern woman and also provides an interesting ice breaker when she arrives at the restaurant. Always, always be there early as it shows a sense of willing and there is not a woman alive who doesn't get a little wet in the pants by good timekeeping, thus the recent summer hit "Wearing My Rolex". When she arrives, whether chased by your machete wielding friends or not, be sure to greet her in a friendly and not overly romantic way. Grabbing her wrists and kissing them each in turn is a good start or failing that an enthuastic "DUDE!" and a hard high five will suffice. 

Always have a drink before the meal and never have said drink at the table but in the lounge of the restaurant. Always pay for the drinks and completely refuse any offer of hers to pay with the reassurance that "whilst a woman with her own money is so cute" you insist that it's your treat. Drink two drinks in the time it takes for her to drink hers, down them as fast as possible and when you finish each one slam them down on the table and shout "SAME AGAIN MATE" at the bartender. He'll know what you mean. They all do.

After the drinks comes the big part of the dinner, the meal. Mull over the menu. Ask her what looks good to her and pretend like you give a flying fuck then order the steak. ALWAYS order the steak, order the steak blue because that's what a real man eats. Don't wait for the waiter to come to you, show your authority and sense of how to get by in the modern world by clicking your fingers and saying "Garcon!" in a sharp tone. This is French for waiter and will make you look cultured and bi-lingual. Now is the part of the date where I can't necessarily help you, but I can help. I don't know what she will say at dinner. I've probably not dated her, I mean there's a huge likelihood but I don't want to run that risk. So here are a few examples of what she may say and how to respond:

She starts to talk about her career/study subject/interests.

Don't look bored. Don't stare at her breast's. Dont' stare at her. Don't look at her at all in fact, stare at the table or better still turn your chair completely around from her and when she ask's what you're doing reply in a sharp tone "Appearing casual you dumb bitch." Allow her to talk for a while whatever you do and remember at least one sentence so you can quote it later and seem like you're paying attention. Let her finish and then smile at her and give her a compliment like "Your eyes are so pretty you almost don't notice the flab on the back of your arms" or "Nice Tits." Reciprocate the discussion by talking by yourself at great length for the next 30 minutes at least. Everytime she tries to interject or add to what you are saying shush her and say "Quiet, this is MAN talk". This will exude masculinity. Women love a masculine man. Trust me.

She encourages you to talk about yourself/what you do/what you study.

Look around nervously and say "I'm not at liberty to divulge that information at this time" then whisper into your collar "The rabbit has left the hutch" like you have a hidden microphone there. Then pretend like this never happened at all and divert the conversation to the weather.

She starts to talk about her interests and they aren't the same as yours.

Spend at least 20 minutes decrying everything she believes in. If she isn't crying by the end you haven't made enough of an impression on her and have failed. But then at the end say "But hey thats cool, you like your own stuff, that's cool" in a reassuring way.

She encourages to talk about your interests. They will always be the same as hers.

Talk relentlessly about the most male orientated interests you can think of. Powertools, Guns, Lumberjacks, Cars, Mechanics, Groundwork, Football, The Offside Rule, Strip Clubs, Prostitutes, Penises, Testicles. If she looks bored for a second, get offended as all hell, overturn the table and leave. You deserve better than her.

She talks about her ex-boyfriend.

Then he is somewhere in the restaurant waiting to kill you in a jealous rage...and she'll let him, oh yes, she'll let him. The second she brings up the ex, commando roll out from your chair and take her as a human shield with your table knife screaming at him to show himself. You do not want this to be brought up, it's a real night ender for all involved.

She ask's about your ex-girlfriend.

Then she is, in fact, your ex girlfriend in disguise. Stand up and bellow "THIS CLUMSY MASK DOESN'T FOOL ME" and pull frantically at her face. Do so until the police arrive and as they drag you off scream "I STILL KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE BITCH" This show's you had a fun time despite things not going to plan and you'd love to do it again sometime.

She ask's how your meal is.

Look at her like she tried to shit on your lap and say "None of your business!"

She comments on how nice her meal is.

Roll your eyes, sigh and remark "It's always about fucking you isn't it?"

She remarks if you would like dessert then she'll happily join.

Look absolutely appalled and comment that if she pays for the fucking meal then she's more than welcome to a dessert, otherwise she can piss off.

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You may not need any of the above, which is where you spontaneity will come into play. Just remember that there is no more spontaneous reply to anything anyone can say than an open palmed slap to the face. Of course you could always try chewing with your mouth closed, listening to what she says and holding a comfortable, intelligent and amusing conversation with her, but that nearly never works. 

The End Of The Date.

As you walk out into the cold evening. Always hold her hand. It shows affection, especially when you use this leverage to do a ballet like spin move. Women love a funny man. Trust me. Don't overthink the kiss, get it out of the way early and quickly so it's not such a worry. Snap it on her anytime, halfway through a sentence is usually good and don't push for the tongue action unless she does. Whatever you do, ensure that after that first kiss you look her deep in the eyes, smile just a little bit and remark in your coolest voice "Fuckin' Score!". This shows her that you're happy with the date and with her.

After The First Date.

"It's all upto you now Son"...That's something my Dad once said to me back in my native Mexico as he lay wounded leaving me to save my town from the vicious attacking bandido's with only my guitar, my maracas and my dance moves. I won and that's why I'm here today giving out advice as valuable as the above. Using this guide you cannot fail on your first date. It's an impossibility. It's idiotproof. It's Super Awesome.

You can thank me later.

Friday 26 December 2008

Sean Rodrieguez Writes: A Soap Opera Pilot Script.



Synopsis (that's a summary for those of you not in "The 'Biz"):

Hollyendersdale is a small rural village in the middle of London’s vibrant east end, inhabited entirely by country bumpkins, psychotic murderers, annoying child actor’s, gorgeous but irritating females, handsome, idiotic, violent men and Barbara Windsor (pictured above, also in picture: Nice Breasts)

There is a devious plot to my script, we simply follow the characters around as they fuck each other, kill each other, impregnate each other, do their washing up with each other and somehow commit adultery whilst doing all of the above.

In the pilot episode we follow Shishana who is trying to seduce Ben without Steve knowing despite the fact Steve's best friend Rupert is hiding behind the settee with a large butcher knife. This all occurs whilst Deidre (a stunning 19 year old blonde with little acting ability) has a pregnancy scare and tries to figure out how to tell Rupert that he is the father when he is busy hiding behind a sofa with a butcher's knife. Deidre however has a secret admirer in Montimer who is actually Rupert's second half brother twice removed, but Rupert doesn't know. Montimer doesn't actually know yet that he is in fact gay and in love with Ben who Shishana is trying to seduce. Ben however is resilient to Shishana's advances because he's already sleeping with Shishana's mum Gavivi, who doesn't know that Ben picked up an STD whilst impregnating Deidre.

As a sideplot; poor bumbling Roger has brought his nephew a bicycle for Christmas but can't find the instruction manual; UH OH! Hilarity ensues as whilst the aforementioned cast fuck and stab each other to death this man seems to be completely oblivious to the whole scenario. Until it's revealed that Roger is actually Shishana's father but doesn't know as he has a rare mental defect where he starts a mass brawl in the local pub "The Dog's Phallus" everytime somebody tells him about it. 

It all comes to a bloody climax as by some small miracle EVERYONE finds out what each other has done all in the course of a 30 minute episode and meet in the town square for a bloody brawl using the still living bodies of all the annoying child actors because I couldn't be fucked to cast them as anything other than baseball bats.

Barbara Windsor however saves the day by first berating the entire fighting cast and then giving a heartfelt speech about how Christmas is a time for loving one another. The entire cast then immediately stops fighting, forgives one another and immediately forgets everything they've shockingly discovered so I can change the names around and release it next week as the second episode.

Then the fit blonde one releases a christmas single that is only good for the music video where she dresses as a near naked Santa Claus and jumps around a lot whilst a million aching wrist's work overtime with their finger over the mute button.

The Script:

Start Intro Music:

Intro Music: DOOH-DUM-DUM-DIDDY-DIDDY-DIDDY *sort of vaguely indie sounding guitar riff* *screech of bagpipes and other various rural music instruments*

We see Shishana sat on a settee with Ben. Soft music plays in the background, the lights are dimmed. Shishana is wearing an elegant dress and has made a lot of effort with her appearance. Ben is wearing an empty potato sack which has "Will Suck Dick For Crack" written on it in what appears to be human excrement. The subtle difference in wardrobe should tip off our more intelligent viewers that Ben is not interested in Shishana and the ones who have read the plot spoilers in the gossip mags before watching the episode will say "Oh he's sleeping with her mum innhe? Evil barstard, pass us another hobnob, duck". 

We quickly cut to a shot showing behind the sofa where Rupert is crouched with a large butchers knife in his teeth. Cut back to original shot of Sishana and Ben.

Sishana: LOAD OF FUCKING BOLLOCKS WITH A FEW TEEN REFERENCES.

Ben: BOLLOCKS, LOAD OF FUCKING BOLLOCKS, HINTS HE'S NOT INTERESTED, BOLLOCKS.

Sishana moves closer to Ben on the Sofa, he moves back. She plays with her hair and bites her lower lip. She looks seductively at Ben.

Sishana: BOLLOCKS, BOLLOCKS, LOAD OF FUCKING BOLLOCKS WITH BOLLOCKS ON TOP, HINT THAT SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO SHAG HIM.

Ben: CODSWALLOP, NONSENSE, BLATHER, BOLLOCKS, BOLLOCKS, BEGINS TO BE PERSUADED TOWARD SHAGGING THIS GORGEOUS 19 YEAR OLD ACTRESS.

Sishana: BOLLOCKS, BOLLOCKS, DONKEY BOLLOCKS, SUGGESTION THEY GO TO BED WHICH IS THROUGH THAT DOOR BEHIND THE SOFA.

Cut to shot of Rupert crouched with knife in his teeth, looking panicked that they are going to find him.

Ben: GIGANTIC WHALE BOLLOCKS WITH A SIDE ORDER OF DONKEY BOLLOCKS, AGREES TO GO TO BED.

Rupert takes the knife out of his mouth and holds it ready. Sishana kisses Ben and leads him by the hand past the sofa. As she does Rupert jumps up screaming like a banshee with a butchers knife.

Freezeframe *annoying vaguely indie guitar riff* Title Screen, Cut To Adverts.

Advert 1: Supermarket Advert

Advert 2: Toothpaste Advert.

Advert 3: Ringtone Advert.

Editors Note: Here the script abruptly stops and the page appears to be covered in what looks like brain matter and skull fragments. I haven't for a life of me got a clue what might have happened but there's this bullet casing on the page as well. Terribly strange...What with this Scriptwriter's body being on the floor in front of the script and all. Oh well, Channel 4 should broadcast it anyway...

 

Sunday 21 December 2008

What The Fuck Is With That?

Sean Rodrieguez answer’s the question’s you’ve always wondered but could never be bothered to find the answer for…

Why does pubic hair grow curly and other hair grow straight?

Have you ever been staring aimlessly at your genitals and thought “Jesus what an ugly state of affairs?” Well I surely have. Also why the hell is it curly when everything else grows straight? Could a man make his fortune by devising some kind of tiny hair straighteners to solve this aesthetic problem?
All completely sane questions any right thinking person thinks when staring at their genitals but why exactly is it curly? Well the answer is in your hormones. During puberty and afterward our bodies create a hormone designed to make you want to do the Boom-Chicka-Wah-Wah with the opposite sex (or the same one if you’re so inclined or Dave Walker). These very same nookie inducing hormones spreads to hair follicles in your “makin’ whoopee” zone and alter the hair follicles in that region making the hair bulbs in that area kink and twist thus why the hair grows curly in your special place. Same deal for your armpit hair. 
The same hormones are created more in men than women which is why men can grow beards and all women but those special ones that’s go on circus sideshows don’t grow beards. So if you’re a woman growing a beard, there’s a fair chance you’re actually a man with an exceptionally small penis. This is also the reason why your pubic hair is coarse and thick despite how many times you use conditioner on it, as it is essentially the same hair as on your face and armpits. So for all intents and purposes a man with facial hair essentially has a face full of pubes.  

So the next time you pull down that special person’s pants and are faced with what looks like a very unkempt afro, be sure to tell them that its ok, they can’t help it, their hormones just want them to have ugly genitals. Then you can cuddle in a sweet embrace, feeling a sense in unity of evolutions grand plan to fuck us all over.

The Rodrieguez Lists: Everyone likes a Top 10 list right? No? Oh Shit...

Top 10 Songs To Make Sweet Passionate Love To…

So the lights are dimmed, the fires roaring, the eyes are flickering and the souls are yearning. Alls that’s missing is the sensual music. In a recent scientific study, it was discovered that the right choice of song whilst you get jiggy with it can actually add an inch to your penis. So in the spirit of giving I’ve cut out the middle man for you in this so the next time you’re in that sweet loving making situation you can just recall this article and give the roof a thumbs up as you put these songs on, knowing that somewhere, somehow I am watching and smiling. So without further to do (because the foreplay top 10 is a whole different list) here is “The Top 10 Songs To Make Sweet, Passionate Love To…”


10. In The Summertime by Mungo Jerry
(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=B_E8OpX2At4&feature=related)
You lay down on a large waterbed and kiss long and hard. Staring deep into your lover’s eye’s you realize this is the person you love most in the world. You’re experiencing one of life’s most beautiful emotions. “I love you” you mouth silently because you both know what you said without words…Then this song kicks in. The love making begins…and it is fucking SWEET.

9. Wait and Bleed by Slipknot
(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=655IrsbEfls)
The perfect song to show your lover that they’re still beautiful and sexy even though they’re on their period. Then she beat’s you to a bloody pulp with the bedside table and goes to eat chocolate and hug her hot water bottle whilst watching Prison Break and thinking that Wentworth Miller would never try pulling that shit.

8. Blind by Korn

(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=2-I7JgTtX3M)

A personal favourite, perfectly summarizing what the girl must be to be in a sweet, passionate situation with me.


7. Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas
(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=1BNWmnHPFvE&feature=related)
Gained bonus points for the chorus having a very orgasmic noise you and your lover can sing along to during.
You stumble into the bedroom kissing frantically, the candlelit dinner still glowing atmospherically in the background. You pick her up and put her down on the bed and she say’s “I’m just going to slip into something more comfortable” and goes into the en suite bathroom as you light aromatic candles around the bed and loosen the tie on your suit. She opens the door and she looks like an angel has been carved out of perfect just for you…Then this song kicks in. The love making begins…and it is HOO-HAH! 

6. She Fuckin’ Hates Me by Puddle of Mudd.
(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=97Vzw366UwM)
The perfect song for make up sex. Because just because you said sorry DOES NOT mean she’s forgiven you.

5. Lithium by Nirvana.
 (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=sUUHNf0S5cA)
The champagne bottle lays empty at the foot of the bed. A fire roars across the room. The lights are dim. The oysters lay eaten next to the tube of aromatic massage oil. She leans in close to hold you, she loves you more than anybo…I LIKE YOU I’M NOT GONNA CRY! I LOVE YOU I’M NOT GONNA CRY!!!

4. You Can’t Hurry Love by Phil Collins (cover)
(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=K3TesujRfpY)
Pretty much the best argument for suffering from erectile dysfunction I’ve ever heard.
(gained bonus points for the fact you’ll probably not care about the erectile dysfunction and have a little bit of a dance on the bed with her instead, which with me is probably a more enjoyable pastime to be fair.)

3. Time To Pretend by MGMT
(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=XVnRzEjpUmE)
Because gent’s you never fucking know when she might be.

2. The A Team Theme (remix) by DJ Yoda.
(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=RZuMhp3qhyY)
You slowly slide off her silk negligee and SCRATCH THE SHIT OUT OF THE DECKS CAUSE YOU LOVE HER.

1.Do A Little Dance (Make A Little Love) by KC and The Sunshine Band.
(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=0OxJUzzlvKE)

Women love a literal man at least so my “Idiot’s guide to seduction” tells me and what could be more literal than a song that actually explains what you are, in fact, going to do with her tonight. Which does include but is not limited to: doing a little dance, making a little love and getting down tonight.  

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Just remember the next time you’re rocking the kasbah that it was probably 95% down to the choice of music I just gave you. With the above list I guarantee you’ll be locking that pussy up like you’re the RSPCA. You can thank me later…

Introduction.

Since man first scrawled on cave walls, millions upon millions of years ago, writing has become perhaps the purest and most used form of communication (right up there with speech and facebook). Writing spawned some of the most beautiful and intricate portraits of human emotion and experience. Because of it many things exist. Christianity with it’s millions of followers is backed up by writings with the bible. It is a perfect way to record and immortalize what we as people need to know. From it we have been blessed with the works of Shakespeare, Dickens, Bronte, Wordsworth and Jake Harold.

Now prepare to see all that be annihilated like a cheap girl who you can seduce with nothing more than three bottles of WKD Blue and half of a cigarette.

Welcome To Sean Rodrieguez’ Blog.

Here will be the birthing grounds of some of the most profound and meaningful things you will likely ever read. In this blog I intend to help better every visitor, to broaden their horizons, to show them a side of the world that, perhaps, without me they may have never seen. 

So here, for the first time ever in blog form, is the assorted work’s of Sean Jose Jesus Rodrieguez. 

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