Dearest Alicia -

You do it for me. I listen to your music on repeat constantly.   You  inspire me.  I only need the sound of your voice and your melodies (and my money, of course) and I’d be a happy man.

When I listen to “No One”, I almost feel as if you’re all I need. As if I could survive with nothing but your songs.

As long as I have your music (and my money) there is nothing I can’t accomplish.

I am a strong man, but you destroy all of my defenses.

I will give you everything I have to give (well, at least half).  Will you take my hand in marriage?

This is an open proposal, take your time, accept when you are ready.  I will wait for you.

yours,

PJ

In the news today: Some quack says we should pull the plug on the Pandas and all of you sissies are up in arms about it.

First of all, this is obviously some idiot trying to get press. I have several friends in the scientific and medical communities. Any time there is some new cure for this or some amazing breakthrough, reported all over the news I ask them about it.

Guess what they say?

The answer is always the same. It’s all about half true. And, almost always, involves someone trying to get recognition or funding for more research.

They create exaggerated brazen stories and the press eats it up. And we all know who eats up the press: you idiots.

So, the story is the same with this douche-bag and the pandas.

Here’s the reality of the animal extinction issue:

We already have the technology to clone things. So who cares?  In a few more years we can make all the pandas, and gorillas, and dodo birds that we want.  So quit bitching,

It sounds like extinction is going extinct, if you ask me. Why worry? Focus on something positive — like money or autumn.

I love the fall. I can finally drive the 911 again.

(For those less fortunate who don’t understand, the pre-1996 Porsche 911 is air cooled. Thus the AC really sucks and driving the bitch in the summer can make her temperamental.)

Life is good and I keep getting wealthier. It’s as if I can’t lose. It’s as if I designed it that way.

Oh wait, I did.

How is life in Loserville? Please leave your comments below.

Elitist became a bad word all of a sudden?  When did this happen?  Since when is it wrong to recognize fact?

Facts:

• I am smarter than 99% of you.
• I am more organized and disciplined that 99% of you
• I am better looking than 99% of you
• I am a better public speaker than 99% of you
• I am a better leader.

Now, does recognizing these facts and rising to my God-given role of Supreme Master of Most make me me an elitist?

And why is this a bad thing?

What else am I supposed to do? Ignore God? Am I supposed to sit on my fat ass like you:  surfing the internet web, reading ridiculous blogs and stuffing my saliva pit with mono-sodium glutamate infused snacks manufactured especially for fat poor people?

Should I play the lottery, you fool?

Keep sitting there, Dumpy.  In the time it took you to read this I accomplished more than you ever will (in your whole life).

But, that’s why I get paid the big bucks.

- PJ

Sometimes I like to think that when people become uber succesful, at whatever it is that they do, sometimes I like to think this is indcation that they are exceptional people.

ergo, not idiots

Think it takes brains to be successful? Think again.

After watching Kanye West act like an ass clown in front of a huge television audience, I have to admit I felt a little better about myself (only because I love to watch big guys fall down).

Life is just like high school: nothing is the way it seems and idiots are everywhere.

Blogging is for winners.

Over the last year or so, yours truly has become very involved in and excited with new media.  In other words, Paul Jamrock owns blogs.  He owns hundreds of blogs to be more exact.

I know what your thinking. Paul how the hell do you find time to date supermodels, run an empire and write 300 different blogs?!?

The truth is, this is the only blog Big PJ writes.  All the rest are taken care of.  I hired a few bright individuals over at WeWriteBlogs.com to start helping with my sites.  They’ve done a fantastic job so far and to be honest the labor is so cheap its laughable.

College educated people writing brilliant blog posts for peanuts.

The Jamrock is sold.  My network has been blogged.

PJ.

These poor people. Unemployed and uninspired.
“Hey Paul can I borrow a little?” Says the lumpy sad sack of a man.

“Hey Paul I know you have extra, buy me one?” Says the looks-better-in-the-dark chick at the bar.

You’re damned right Paul has extra.

Paul Jamrock has ALOT extra. But I’m not here to advance your paycheck. They have cash loans companies online to help you do that.

Jamrock ain’t a bank baby. Banks fail. Jamrock succeeds.

Now if you have an interesting idea or something cool I can add to my network of sites.  That’s another story. Maybe you’re an enthusiast of some sort?

Give me a pitch and lets start a business. Stop borrowing to pay the bills.  Borrow to build business systems that pay the bills.

You can thank me later.

Jamrock Loves You Baby. – PJ

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PS – My body is lean. I ran 8 miles in 57 minutes tonight.

Keep trying fatty.