I’ve always had a lot on my mind, and I’ve got a few stories; many read like a Jackass movie script, some like a bang bros porn, others are mundane and pointless to those who cannot relate to my upbringing. This will not be a “rated G” blog. This will not be PG-13, or even R rated content. Whatever they rate tentacle rape porn, consider it that. 

 I will type up whatever the fuck I feel like rambling on about.  I’ll share some amazing fucking tales and advice with those who want something a bit different than the typical wordpress blog.

There will be topics like: The bachelor life of Dr.B, my views on pickup theory and “GAME”, book reviews, thoughts on living in the middle of nowhere, dealing with people at work or school, alpha/beta observations, music, movies, life with a large penis, war history, political satire, milf hunting, crazy shit I used to do when I was younger, comedians that are actually funny, gunplay, evil pranks you can play on people you wish would eat shit and die, ex girlfriends, managing your time properly, online dating tips, picking up bar sluts in the middle of nowhere, how to get away with drinking and driving, all forms of motorsports, outdoor shit like camping, fishing and killing wild animals, getting stuff you want for free, recreational drug use, alcohol abuse, outsmarting people in your daily life, how to make girls cheat on their boyfriends, how to deal with tough guys giving you shit, my views on current events, and random observations of the stupid shit in my area, etc.   

Let this also be a memoir of sorts, as I am a dying man.

Typical game/pickup/lifestyle blogs do not apply to everyone, whether it’s its due to location, logistics, or other variables beyond our control. I’ve always been naturally good with women, but not perfect by any means. I’ve focused more on developing my own unique type of “game” tailored to guys who don’t live in places like NYC or DC. Game trumps everything afterall. In my case, there simply was no sprawling cities, no coffee shops full of sexy nerd chicks, no streets lined with pubs to pop into, and no taxis to take you there if there was. The conventional wisdom does not always apply here. The village I grew up in didn’t have a bar. The locals used to get stupid drunk, wander by the river and drown. So the townfolk decided to tear the fucking place down, forcing the patrons to drink and drive, endangering innocent people instead. To this day, if you want to go out and land some pussy, you’ll have to find a ride, walk for miles, or drive yourself drunk. Unless you lived in the right town, those were your options. This is the underlying theme of the blog. I’m truly from “the sticks”.

If readers have something specific they’d like me to write about in the future, or my thoughts on your own situation, by all means make a request in the comments or email me. 

-Dr.B

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