Now, men are oft perplexed by the females seeming interest in Italian Stallions. It seems all it takes is a sidelong glance, and before you know it, they’re on Marcus Aurelius’s column and being taken up the colosseum by some bronzed adonis on break from the local Pizza Hut.
Many think it’s the accent, or the honed, toned body with the posing pouched pasta penis - but no! It seems there’s more too it!
These Luigi Lotharios are hypnotists! The Don Derren Browns of Italy! And unfortunately, their sly scrying’s been caught out on CCTV!
It appears that some Mafiosi Magicain popped into the Supermarket, and asked for change for a €100 note.
On bagging up at the end of the day, she was €600 short! On reviewing the CCTV, as she opened the till, he did the old "look into my eyes, not around the eyes" palaver, and made her hand over wodges of cash!!!
It seems the Romans have mastered the art of hypnotism for their own ends... the end of their nob in particular! I’m suprised the bloke didn’t get the serving wench to perform additional services, for let’s face it, the main reason people want to learn hypnotism is so they can nob all the birds who’d normally turn them down flat...
...hold on, they’re onto something there!
Onto a bloody promise, most likely!
Note to self: Must learn hypnosis before next Hades...
That’s why these stage shows are so popular, coz the hypnotist can get everyday birds up on stage, and get ’em to whip their kit off, then to become a nympho for 2 weeks and not remember any of it (or so I’m lead to believe).
BUT what puzzles me, is these people who claim to hypnotise themselves! How can you hypnotise yourself?
Surely you’re trying to talk yourself into a deep subconcious state, but you can’t drift off coz you’re babbling on! And even if you do ’go under’ - you won’t be able to give yourself any commands coz you’d be in a subconcious comatose state!
And why would you want to hypnotise yourself anyways - unless you want to make yourself whip your kit off and have loadsa sex and wake up without knowing anything about it, which would basically be a whole load of unnecessary effort just for a wet dream.
Oh, hello lovely pretty lady reading my blog...
You’re feeling sleepy...
Very sleepy...
That’s it....
You lurve me....
You really do...
You want me...
You’ll see my gutbucket as a bouncy castle of love squeezin’s
Climb aboard my pretty...
Piece of piss this hypno lark - I’ll be buried up to the lovespuds in ladylurve in a never ending cycle of brainwashed babes before the week is out!!
Just call me Xymanio Owainetti! Ciao!
