The G Manifesto

Montreal: A Case of Mistaken Identity Part I

As you all know, I was recently in Montreal.

I really loved the place, and Montreal holds a significant place in my future.

However, when I was there, a curious thing happened:

The first night I rolled out, Custom Suited Down, Going for Dolo, I stepped into Cavalli for a cocktails and a little grind session.

The fly bartender girl greeted me with a huge smile and a “Hello again! Great to see you, how have you been?”

Which kind of seemed strange, but I didn’t think much of it, beyond the fact that people in Montreal as nice as hell.

Then a little later, when I went outside for a cancer stick, I started talking to a fly Russian girl who was also smoking.

We rapped out a while, and she asked me my name.

“Michael Mason”, I answered.

She replied, “Oh yeah, we have met before.” and showed her dental work.

I was positive we had never met before, but I didn’t really correct her either.

This kind of stuff continued to happen at least once or twice a night throughout my stay in Montreal.

Upon refection on my plane ride out of Montreal, I can only deduce one thing:

There has to be some extremely handsome, charming, dashing, sharped dressed cat in Montreal who happens to look exactly like me rolling around there.

I am guessing he has to be a club promoter or some other “man about town” by the way everyone seemed to know “him”.

Strange.

But I guess that is just another reason to like Montreal.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

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Yuna – Someone Out of Town

The Mile High Club Broken Down To The Bone Gristle

There seems to be some confusion out in the marketplace as to what really constitues membership in the Mile High Club.

Let me clarify this once and for all:

To have membership in The Mile High Club, you need to swoop a girl on a plane that you have never met before.

IE, it must be a “cold” swoop.

Swooping your wife, banging your girlfriend or taxing a girl you already knew does not count as full “Gold Level Membership”.

I probably just revoked thousands upon thousands of people of their “Membership Status”. But it had to be done.

That being said, in all fairness, there are some other junior levels of membership:

Silver Level Status: Blower on plane from a girl met “cold”

Bronze Level Status: Shaker on plane from a girl met “cold”

Copper Level Status: Nudity on plane from a girl met “cold”

And a couple of “Advanced Statuses”:

Palladium Level Status: Swoop two separate girls at separate times on plane from a girls met “cold”

Platinum Level Status: Swoop two girls at the same time on plane from a girls met “cold”

And at least one “Wild Card Status”:

Cherry Level Status: Swoop a virgin on plane from a virgin girl met “cold”

I hope this clears everything up.

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(Side note: It is not really my language to say “The Mile High Club”, but I used that term here in an effort to have more normal people understand what the hell I am speaking on.)

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Flight Facilities – Feeling

New Years Eve: Night Game

I am going to give away another butter Game secret for my fellow budding International Playboys on the rise out there:

Now it is well documented that I don’t go out on New Years Eve.

However, like 6 or 7 years ago, one of my friends rolled over to my crib on New Years Eve and said, “We are rolling out tonight”.

I said, “You already know the only night I won’t go out during the year is New Years Eve. I have been out 12 of the last 14 nights swooping mad girls. Where were you? Don’t bring this weak sh*t to me”.

He responded, “You will want to go out tonight. Our friend XXXX has got this club locked down. Mad girls. We are rolling.”

I cracked a little, “No issues getting in?”

“None” he said.

“You sure you got it locked?”, I said.

“No doubt”, he said.

“Ok, let me call my driver. I am not f*cking around with catching cabs on New Years. Too many wack people out”.

Fast forward a few hours and we get to the club.

Full Mayhem. Fire Marshal there. I should have guess it.

“Call your boy, who has this place “on lock”. He should be able to get us in, right?” I told my friend.

Fast forward 10 min.

His buddy who supposedly had sh*t on lock came out of the club and said, “There is nothing I can do, I am really sorry Michael, Fire Marshall and all, I promise I will make it up to you.”.

I should have known. In fact, I did know, and I was almost frothing at the mouth.

“What should we do now?” my idiot friend said.

(Side note: my friend actually is smooth as f*ck. Real strong resume. Probably a top 50 player in all of America. Still, he was really throwing up airballs that night).

I take control of the night:

“We are going to my ‘Local Bar’ AKA The Gentleman’s Club that I have on lock. “I need a drink. Let me call my driver again.”

Fast forward 10 minutes.

We arrive at my Gentleman’s Club, slap five with the valets, say “what up” to the hostess girl (free entry of course) slap five with the bartender and settle in for a cocktail.

We both look around:

We are the only two customers in the place.

And about 18 dancers working.

9 girls to one. Solid ratio.

Let’s just say a we had better things on the agenda that night than a “New Year Kiss”.

Moral of the story:

If you absolutely have to go out on New Years Eve, go to a Gentleman’s Club.

Or a legit, and I mean a legit Mansion Party.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Tina Turner – Private Dancer

A Subtle Way To Prevent Girls From Falling Too Hard For You

In the past, we covered How to Un-Pick up Girls. (Mad Innovative and futuristic. Even most “top” players will only start incorporating those moves in 5-7 years).

Here is a move straight out of The Chambers of The G Manifesto to prevent girls from falling too hard for you:

If you are anything like me and you travel the world, do a lot of “math”, and accomplish it all while Custom Suited Down, you are going to have girls fall for you. And fall hard.

One way to stop this from happening is to tell girls after you swoop them, that you “hate” celebrating holidays.

You see, girls are completely brainwashed by society and “love” holidays.

Ever met a girl that didn’t absolutely love the holidays? Yeah, me neither. They don’t exist.

Telling a girl that you “hate” holidays is somewhat like telling a little kid that the Easter Bunny isn’t real; it blows their whole foundation up.

After the shock waves settle, girls start viewing you as “not relationship material”, which is exactly what you want them to think.

And let’s face it, American Holidays are weesh.

Lets’ break a few of them down:

New Year’s Day/Eve – If you really want to party, you don’t need society to tell you when. And it’s better to do it on a day when every dork is partying and The Police State is in full force. New Years Eve very well could be the only night of the year where I won’t go out at night.

Thanksgiving Day – I like turkey as much as the next cat, and I love mashed potatoes like any good half Irish kid does, but I can have a big meal with my family anytime.

Christmas Day – If you really want to give a gift to someone, you can do it August 1st. Or March 12th. Or…you get the broken picture.

April Fool’s Day – Kind of funny. Also, kind of tired.

Chinese New Year – Maybe would be smooth if you were in Hong Kong or Macau or somewhere. In America? Weesh.

Cinco de Mayo – Phony holiday created by the beer companies. And I can’t stand Tequila (drank a whole bottle to the brain as a kid and I still can’t even smell the stuff). I will pass like Jim McMahon.

Halloween – If you are a “Monster” like Cody, everyday is Halloween.

Mardi Gras and Ash Wednesday – Not too bad, but I would never do again. (And it wasn’t my choice to do it the time I did).

Mother’s Day – I do celebrate this one.

St. Patrick’s Day – Green beer? Come on. And this is from someone who’s Father was born in Northern Ireland. Belfast.

Valentine’s Day – Might be the worst of the bunch.

Any questions?

This all being said, I do dig holidays in foreign countries. I love the week-long Spanish Festivals in Summertime. However, America is such a Police State that outside of Mardi Gras, we don’t have any week-long, all-night party holidays.

And I do enjoy Bastille Day.

Hell, the more I think about it, I love Bastille Day; surfing a beach break during the day, picking up on topless girls at the beach and then an all night party with E-Tabs and fireworks?

Count me in.

What do we have to do to get a beach/beautiful topless girls/Bean holiday cooking in America?

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Gabriel Davi – Beautiful (Official Video) [HD]

Travel Bum Show: The Cuba Prostitution Documentary

“Cuban women can take a compliment without sneering at you as though you offered them your entire soul.” – Andrew Lindy

A friend of mine recently sent me The Cuba Prostitution Documentary by Andrew Lindy.

This cat obviously has talent. It is pretty damn good.

It is not a documentary about “prostitution” Cuba per se (and I don’t mean Thomas Keller’s restaurant Per Se either), as in the guy pays money in exchange for sex, it is more about the cat trying to pick up girls in Cuba.

I have been thinking someone needs to do an Anthony Bourdain-style travel show for the swooping girls set.

It sometimes makes me wish I could get in front of a camera and bust something out. It would be probably the dopest video show on the Internet. But I never would for a host of reasons.

But that is neither here nor there.

Peep it:

The Cuba Prostitution Documentary from Travel Bum on Vimeo.

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Natures Way Coconut Oil-extra Virgin

Here is the trailer for The Travel Bum Show:

Travelbumshow.com Trailer from Jim Johns on Vimeo.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com