Women And The Meth Life In Dickinson, North Dakota

In the beginning of May I bought a house in the Dickinson area.  For those of you who don’t know, Dickinson went through an oil boom from 2007 through 2015 where the housing prices quadrupled.  Though the oil boom has been over for five years, the real estate prices remain artificially and ridiculously high, way out of proportion to what the local economy is now and will be for the foreseeable future.

I recommend not buying a house in Dickinson at this time, because the real estate prices are too high and they are headed for a long downfall.  But, I bought a “For Sale By Owner” house that was not advertised, appraised, or handled by a realtor so I got it for about 30% of what houses here are being advertised.

I am kind of numb from everything that has been happening in my life recently, good and bad, ups and downs.  I can hardly believe that I have enough property now to park my vehicles and trailers without anyone bitching at me, wanting to charge me money, the Police wanting to Red Tag it for being parked on the street, or the Meth addict thieves trying to steal things every night.

The apartment building where I had lived in downtown Dickinson for the past three years, I can’t believe that I lived like that.  I try to make sense of it, 75% of the people who live in this building are just trying to live a normal, peaceful, stable, productive life, but there has always been this constant turnover of white-trash drug-addict short-term renters that have made this apartment building a ghetto flop-house.

Now that I think about it, moving out of this downtown apartment building is kind of like getting out of prison for me.   I’m not really sure if I’m free or not, and I’m not really sure if I can let my guard down from getting robbed, stabbed, stolen from, or conned by the low-life drug-addict thieves in downtown Dickinson.

During this past week, I have had to do a lot of shopping for my new home.  In one of the stores that I have been going to, I met who I thought was a nice, intelligent, friendly young lady.  No, I want to make it very clear, this was not some woman working at a convenience store, gas station, liquor store, restaurant, or bar.  She was more like a salesperson or manager at a furniture store, flooring store, or building supply store.

Because this woman was acting so friendly, which is not normal for Dickinson, I asked her where she was from.  She is from Montana.  The second day that I saw her and talked to her, she told me a little about what she had done in Montana, when she came to Dickinson back in 2009, and what she had done in Dickinson.   She came to Dickinson with her boyfriend that she had been living with, they got married, and now she is divorced.

The first time that I saw this woman, I got the impression that she was in her mid to late twenties.  I thought that she was plain looking, and I didn’t have any interest in her.  But, since she was friendly, which is so unusual in Dickinson, and I was able to talk to her, she seemed like she was a decent person and that she was wanting to make friends.

This woman seemed to be fairly intelligent, responsible, even-tempered, reasonable, and easy to get along with.  One of the reasons why I thought this about her, was because she was the manager of the business where she worked, and she said that she had paid off her own home.   She was in her early thirties, not her mid twenties like I had thought.

The third time that I went back to this store, I asked this woman if she would like to go with me to the Mexican restaurant tonight or tomorrow night.  She said that she couldn’t, that she had to work.  I thought that this was a stupid answer, because her store closes at 6:00 p.m.  I thought that she just didn’t want to go with me.

Out of politeness or guilt, she began explaining to me that her business was short-staffed, and that she had to work every day.  Then, she began explaining that she had sole custody of her eight year old daughter.  Then, that her ex-husband was a Meth addict who had destroyed all of the walls and windows in her home, that he had been No-Trespassed from her home, and that she had had to go stay at the women’s shelter for two weeks.  And, that her ex-husband lives a couple of blocks away from her.

Prior to asking this woman if she wanted to go out to dinner with me, I had thought that she liked me.  She seemed that she liked me.  Did she like me because she was lonely, bored, alone, wanted company, thought that I was different, thought that I had money,….. I don’t know.

Me, I thought that she would be or could be good company because she was friendly, intelligent, reasonable, responsible, and decent acting.

When she did not want to go out to dinner with me, I was surprised, and I wondered what had caused her to change her mind about acting friendly toward me.  It didn’t really matter at this point, because her mind appeared to be made up.  At first her explanation just seemed like a stupid excuse.  As she elaborated on her situation, I thought that she was just trying to make me lose interest in her and give up on ever asking her out again.

But, if I would have just stopped and listened to what she was telling me, that her ex-husband was a Meth addict who had destroyed all the walls and windows in her house, was No-Trespassed by the Police, that she had had to go stay in the women’s shelter, that her ex-husband lived a couple of blocks away from her and that they had an eight year old daughter together, why the fuck would I want to get involved in that situation?  I just got out of a Meth-addict hell-hole living in downtown Dickinson.

Something else that I thought about, what does this say about this woman’s character and judgment, that she dated, married, and had a child with a Meth-addict, white-trash hoodlum?

When I described meeting this woman, I said that she did not work at a convenience store, gas station, liquor store, bar, or restaurant, which is where you will usually find the Meth-addict women in Dickinson.  But I guess it doesn’t matter, the people in Dickinson aren’t even at the blue-collar level or low-class level of people, they are at the Meth-addict level.  See, I didn’t get out of prison after all, I’m still here in Dickinson with the Meth addicts.

Golds Gym And 24 Hour Fitness Filing For Bankruptcy

In the past several days I have read news articles saying that the Golds Gym franchise has filed for bankruptcy and that the franchise 24 Hour Fitness is considering doing the same.  A smaller gym franchise, Crunch Fitness with 22 gyms and 73,000 gym members has also filed for bankruptcy.

Each of these gyms have reported that their financial crisis was the result of the coronavirus which caused them to temporarily close just like restaurants, movie theaters, and beauty salons.  My opinion is that if a business was doing well financially, with a high demand for its product or services, it should have been able to withstand a four to six week closure.

When reading some of these articles, I saw that one commentor left the remark, “Yeah, gyms are kind of on the way out anyway.  Many people prefer to work out at home now.”  I could not agree more, however it used to be the other way around.

I am almost 51 years old now, and most males my age who grew up in the 1970s remember having plastic-case, concrete-filled weights from Sears or Kmart, or rusty bars and weights from the 1950s that had been used for twenty years.  In junior high and high school, these home weight sets limited us to bicep curls, triceps curls, bench press, overhead press, and dead lifts.

Once we got older and later had access to college weight rooms or commercial gyms, it opened up the opportunity to safely and easily begin using much heavier weight, try new lifts, and begin a much more elaborate weight lifting routine.  Not only was it greatly appreciated to be able to do so much more, but the strength gains progressed much more quickly than when using a limited home gym.

Most of the people that I knew in junior high and high school, the amount of weight that they lifted or believed that they were capable of lifting was determined by the total number of the plastic-case concrete-filled weight plates that they had.

I wrote about this before a couple of years ago, when I was in my early twenties in the 1990s, there was a good competitiveness and cooperation in each of the gyms that I went to in my home town, the college town of Gainesville, and Daytona.  In these gyms, it didn’t matter if a person was affluent or poor, older or younger, black or white, educated or not, what they did for a living, there was equal competitiveness and equal cooperation.  It was a very positive and optimistic environment.

But back then, 90% of the members in these weight lifting gyms were male.  This was one of the reasons why money, education, occupation, age, and color didn’t matter, it was just males.  Males that shared the common goal and belief of getting bigger, stronger, and being able to add more weight to their lifts.

Once women began going to weight lifting gyms in increasing numbers, women and gym franchise owners began making changes.  In order to appeal to not just men, but women, young adults, millennials, lesbians, gays, and transgenders, weight lifting gyms transformed into fitness centers.

To explain the difference, white-collar men, blue-collar men, military men, police officers, and convicts, would eat and train for weeks in order to arrive at a specific day in order to attempt their maximum all-time bench press for one rep, or maximum all-time dead lift for one rep, or maximum all-time squat for one rep, whereas women will come to a gym wearing their new outfit, get on a dead-lift platform, play with their phone, and lift just the weight bar by itself, in order to get in the way of the man who trained for weeks to attempt his maximum all-time lift.

Because of the increasing numbers of women going to gyms and ruining them for men, not just by getting in the way, taking up equipment and using no weight, using equipment as locations to place their phones and water bottles, and being a distraction, but by killing the competitiveness, cooperation, and common goal of men, men don’t really have the desire to go to gyms anymore.

Men now have the desire to stay home and create their own gym at home, though it is vastly less equipped than a commercial gym.  Because many men are no longer going to commercial gyms, women don’t have anyone to disrupt, interfere with, or cause problems, so women aren’t going to gyms anymore either.  This is the real reason why gyms are having decreasing membership, struggling financially, and are closing.

Most men would love to get their hands on the gym equipment that will be sold after these commercial gyms go out of business.  You see, it is not that men no longer have an interest in weight training, they just don’t like what gyms have become, fitness centers for women.

I Was Considering Meeting A Seventeen Year Old Girl For Lunch

For those of you who don’t know, if someone who has a Facebook account looks at your Facebook page more than once in a short period of time, their Facebook profile and photo will appear near the top of the list under your “People You May Know” or “Find Friends”.

Partly due to my blog post article “What Happened To Erik Odegaard Is A Tragedy That Is Everyone’s Fault”, a hundred additional people have appeared under my Facebook list of “People You May Know”.  When I was trying to determine where the links, referrals, and shares to this particular blog post article were coming from, I found that it was mostly a group of very bitter, angry, hateful people who disagreed with my article, who also began appearing on my Facebook list of “People You May Know”.

Probably the most important thing that I learned from writing this blog post article was how ignorant and hateful the people in Dickinson are, combined with their disregard for facts, reason, logic, or truth.  It’s fine to disagree with my article, it would do some good and help me and everyone else if someone could give some facts and insight into why my article was incorrect.

Instead, I received threats, hateful remarks, and saw that a group of people were trying to cause me harm.  For instance, a couple of people found what appeared to be where I live, my address, and some personal information about me, which they publicized and tried to stir people up to assault me or damage my property.

Besides seeing the ignorance, hate, and primitiveness of the people in Dickinson, I also saw that the women in Dickinson were enraged and desperate to prevent people in Dickinson from realizing and addressing the situation, that there is a great shortage of women in Dickinson, which the overweight and unattractive women in Dickinson have been using for years to their advantage.  They don’t want things to change.

At the top of the list of my Facebook “People You May Know”, are a couple of young women who are so crazy, that they like me and hate me at the same time.  They want to argue with me, cause me problems, meet me, get into a relationship with me, and then do something like get pregnant, get me arrested, or some such thing, however they can cause me the most permanent problems.

Because I am male and want to have sex, I almost want to meet these young women and have sex with them, but then I stop and think, why would I want to have the Police called on me for their pre-planned set up of sexual assault allegations or them becoming pregnant and me having to pay for child support, health insurance, and possibly college for the next 22 years?

Then, there are the teen-aged girls on my Facebook list of “People You May Know” who have taken an interest in what I write.  Teen-aged girls like to push the limits of what they can get away with, they like to do the opposite of what they are told to do, they like risk, danger, and excitement, and just like grown women they like causing trouble and getting other people in trouble.

For my own fun, entertainment, excitement, to piss people off, and do something that I’m not supposed to be doing, I was considering meeting a 17 year old rebellious girl in Dickinson for lunch, to allow her to bitch, complain, and gripe at me.  Technically, legally, it is not against the law for me to eat lunch at a restaurant with a 17 year old girl.

My reasons for meeting this 17 year old girl in public would be almost the same as this 17 year old girl’s reasons for meeting me in public, except she might have the intent of getting me into a lot of trouble.

At first, I thought that there is no way that I could get into trouble for this.  One step closer to me getting into trouble would be if she asked me and I agreed to give her a ride home.  Her mother seeing her getting out of my vehicle would put me well on my way to being in trouble.

Another possibility, would be her or her friends planning a confrontation at the restaurant to make this appear to be a preliminary meeting prior to having sex.

I debated in my mind whether this was worth the risk or not.  I wanted to make the point that it is not illegal to have lunch in public with a 17 year old girl, even though people might think that we are dating, or think that we are planning on eloping, or think that we are planning a romantic rendezvous, or think that she is accepting money for sex.

What made me realize that I can’t or shouldn’t do this, is that the people in Dickinson don’t care about the facts or the truth.  Because I saw recently how ignorant and primitive the people in Dickinson are, just because there is no law against dining in public with a 17 year old girl, doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be accosted, arrested, jailed, and charged with something.

The Police in Dickinson, and probably even the prosecuting attorney in Dickinson, would proceed fully with all kinds of sex trafficking of a minor charges, and you can imagine what a jury trial would be like in Dickinson, that I could very likely be convicted of a very serious crime in Dickinson, without having committed any type of crime.

This makes me uncomfortable, the reality of likely being arrested, charged, and convicted of a serious crime, when no crime has been committed.  But the majority of the people in Dickinson would be very content with this outcome, if you stop and think about it.  Their hate, hostility, and meanness is much greater than their morality or ethics.

To Avoid Trouble, You Should Get Permission Before You Pet Women

For the past couple of weeks there has been a lot of angry women looking at my blog post articles and leaving comments.  One of the ways to not anger women, not have problems, and to stay out of trouble, is to get permission before you pet women.

Here’s how this works, you want to ask someone with authority, permission to pet a woman, in front of her, so that she knows that it’s O.K., you have asked and received permission.

For example, at a bar, you might ask the bartender, “Would it be O.K. if I pet your waitress?”  But make sure that you ask and receive permission in front of the waitress before you pet her, so that there is no misunderstanding.

If you don’t know whether the man that a woman is with is her husband or boyfriend, you might ask, “Would it be O.K. if I pet your sister?”  See, that way, you are not insulting her husband or boyfriend, because you are acting like you thought that they were her brother.

If a man is much older than the woman he is with, you might ask, “Can I pet your daughter?” And if things are going well, you might then ask, “What is her name?”  However, in this day and age, there is currently this belief that men over eighteen years of age can not have a romantic relationship with younger girls in their teen years, so don’t get your feelings hurt if the answer is “No” on petting teen aged daughters.  Better to ask permission and be told “No”, than pet her without permission and everyone get mad, even if she is acting friendly.

In a beauty salon, if you ask one of the beauticians if you can pet so and so over there, they are likely to say something like, “She likes to be scratched under her boobs.”  But you never can be sure if they are kidding, or if they are serious, so in general it is better to start out by petting a woman gently to see how she responds before you try scratching anywhere.

When a woman is by herself, and you ask her, “Would it be O.K. if I pet you?”  You might often get the response from her, “If you have to ask, the answer is probably going to be no.”  When a woman says this, I think that 70% of the time it would be safe to proceed, unless you sense that she is mean and hateful.

When petting a woman that you don’t know, begin by pressing the open palm of your hand at the base of her neck, and stroking down her back in a smooth, firm motion.  You have to pet her at least twice in quick succession, or she will think that you are teasing her.  If you are too light with your hand, she will think that you are teasing her.

In time, you should develop a better idea of how each individual woman likes to be petted, or where she likes to be scratched.

Like cats, women have places that they don’t like to be petted or scratched, and inevitably you will find this out too.

Some men like to say things when they are petting women, such as “Your hair looks nice.”, or “You have a nice ass.”, or “You look beautiful.” or “You’re out of high school aren’t you?”  But some women become lulled into a kind of trance or stupor when you are petting them so it is best to not say anything so that you don’t wake them.

The Treachery Of Women And Why You Can’t Trust Women In The Workplace

For the past 2-1/2 years I have worked at an industrial site far outside of Dickinson, North Dakota.  At times there has been as may as 150 personnel working on this site, but most of the time there are not very many people around, especially December through March when the weather is below freezing.

On many days, the only personnel on site are just a couple of us from our company.  And sometimes on a Saturday or Sunday there might only be one of us on site, we are working by ourselves all day.

Typically in the oil industry and other industries, company employees are not permitted to carry a concealed firearm on their person at work, in their company vehicle, or on their job site.  When I was working in the oil field in Texas, if you were carrying a concealed weapon on a site that could be considered a distribution facility or a refinery, not only was it against company policy, but it was also a felony if I remember correctly.

However, the majority of the people that I met working in the oil field of west Texas on the Mexico border, they told me that they would not go into this oil field without a firearm.  They said things like, “Which is more important, having your job or having your life?”  I always had my 9mm semi-auto pistol with me in my vehicle.  This was the most dangerous area that I have ever been in.

When I began working at the industrial site where I am now, I spoke to my predecessor co-workers, and they told me that they either had a firearm on their person or in their vehicle.  To explain it another way, two of the best long-term male workers and two of the best long-term female workers that remain in very good standing with the company that I work for, they always had a firearm with them.

These four workers and myself, we each had a concealed weapons permit.  Several years ago the State of North Dakota legislature passed a law specifying that employers could not interfere with employees keeping a concealed weapon inside of their vehicle on company property.  About one year ago the State of North Dakota passed a law that said all legal firearm owners could carry a concealed weapon without having to obtain a concealed weapons permit.

The State of North Dakota is permissive about individuals carrying a firearm on their person or in their vehicle, but most oil companies are very, very against the possession of firearms in the oil field and work locations.

Many readers are probably wanting to know what the fuck am I talking about, why do we need a firearm at work?  The shortest answer that I can give, is that each of us experienced an incident that was life-threatening, that we realized we weren’t prepared for, and that going forward we probably needed to have a firearm available to us in an emergency.

To give an example, there is a woman co-worker of mine who is older than me, who started working at this site about 1-1/2 years ago.  She was working by herself on a Sunday afternoon about one year ago, when a vehicle with two males in it drove up to the site entrance.

Our company office trailer is close to the site entrance, and whoever is working is responsible to not allow unauthorized people onto the site, the site is closed to the public.  This woman went out to the vehicle to see what these two men wanted.  They were asking her questions, and as they began to realize that she was at the site all alone by herself, they began to act very, very creepy and frightening to her.

Since this is an industrial site that is closed to the public, it has no beauty or entertainment value, and it is shut down on weekends, it was very questionable and suspicious why these two men were driving down the entrance drive on Sunday in the first place.  Then they began giving the lone female employee a hard time and were frightening her.

When she told me about this incident and a second incident at this site, I had a talk with this female employee about her experience with firearms and her comfort level with firearms.  She was comfortable and familiar with firearms, but she did not currently own a pistol to take with her to work.

I discussed with her what I could do, did she want me to do this, was she in agreement?  Since this was mostly for her benefit, and she agreed to everything, this is what I did:  I bought a small locking gun safe and installed it in a hidden location inside of our office trailer.  I bought a woman’s 9mm semi-auto pistol.  I showed her the gun, I went over with her several times its features and operation, she understood.  We agreed to leave it inside the gun safe with its safety off, but with no round chambered.  To fire it, all you had to do was pull back the slide and release the slide.

I bought a canvas carrying case so that she could take this 9mm pistol home with her at night, because I already had my own Beretta .32 that I carry, but she wanted to leave it in the gun safe at work.

She understood, and I understood that if the site owner’s representatives ever found out or heard that we had a gun safe in our office trailer with a pistol inside of it, that roughly half of the site owner’s representatives would not have a problem with it, whereas the other half would.  Just one of the site owner’s representatives pitching a big enough fit about it could get me fired.  My co-worker was going to keep her mouth shut about it, because she liked it being there and she wanted it to be there, it benefited her.

The other female co-worker at this site was even more scared of being at this site by herself.  She was about 55 years old, and I didn’t know if I could trust her or not.  She seemed like at tattle-tale, most women are.  The other female co-worker who I had given a key to the gun safe, she cautioned me to please not tell anyone else.

I discussed with the other gun safe key holder, what is the worst that could happen?  Probably the worst thing that could happen, would be for this other woman to march up to the site owner’s representative and say, “They have a gun!  They have a gun in the office!”  I came close to broaching this subject with the other female co-worker to get an idea of what her reaction and thoughts would be, was she afraid of firearms, does she think that firearms are bad?

A couple of months went by, and thanks to a commentor to this blog website, “Rusty Shackelford”, he recommended buying an Italian Law Enforcement surplus Beretta Cheetah .32 for $210, and this is what my female co-worker bought for herself to carry with her.

About this time, the other female co-worker who I wasn’t sure that I could trust, she began acting like a bitch, so I removed the pistol from the gun safe in the office trailer, because it wasn’t really needed anymore, and I began to fear the possibility of being ratted out.  The bitch acting female co-worker, it became the case that whatever we asked her to do or instructed her to do, she did the opposite.  It was as if no matter what we told her, she knew better.

When we came back to work after being gone for a few days, the bitch acting female co-worker had broken and damaged four pieces of equipment, but she denied doing it.  We took photographs of the broken and damaged equipment and sent them to the owner of our company, and he had to ask her what happened, it was hard to deny that these things were broken and damaged.

Like a typical women, resorting to treachery, the bitch acting female co-worker began trying to tell her grievances to one of the site owner’s representatives.  I don’t know if the readers know how bad this is, when a low-level, fairly new employee, the least experienced employee in the company, does not take her grievances to the owner of the company that she works for, but instead takes her grievances to the company’s customer, this usually leads to termination.

But see, looking back on this, I have my own firearms, concealed weapons permit, and various concealed carry holsters, I didn’t need to buy a woman’s 9mm pistol and install a hidden gun safe in our office trailer.  I did this because my female co-worker was frightened and she probably was in danger by working alone out in the middle of nowhere and being unarmed.

Had I tried to help this other woman co-worker by explaining and allowing her access to this firearm in case of an emergency, because of the treachery of women, my reward for trying to help her would have been her tattle-telling to try to get me fired for keeping a firearm inside the site office trailer.

This other woman co-worker, like a lot of women, once they get a job, they begin thinking that they know more than the people who have more experience, and whatever they are told to do they do the opposite.  Then, when they reap the disaster that they have sown, their next tactic is tattle telling to try to get other co-workers in trouble who had nothing to do with the actual immediate work failures under investigation.

My trying to help her, would have had nothing to do with her current work failures, but she would try to use what I did to help her, against me.  This is why you can’t help or mentor women, whenever they have work problems, a work failure, or they don’t feel like doing their work, they go and try to get other people in trouble to deflect attention away from their failures.

More About Isabel Paige And My Disappointment

Very early yesterday morning I wrote a blog post article about a 23 year old young woman named Isabel Paige.  I had watched a couple of her videos and thought that she was interesting enough and attractive enough to write about.  I intended to find out more about her.

Later yesterday evening I was able to find Isabel’s last name, but very little additional information came up for her, which was not too surprising because she is only 23 years old.  When I did a search using Isabel’s father’s name, this eventually led to a kind of unraveling of Isabel’s story about what she was doing.

Isabel’s mother and father live in Seattle, Washington.  When Isabel was talking in her videos about living and working in Seattle, and returning to live on her family’s “farm”, I was mistaken, and so were many of her viewers.  We thought that she had been working and living by herself in Seattle, far away from her home and family, but that was not the case, her family has a home in Seattle.

Isabel’s father’s name was linked to a street address in eastern Washington state on the outskirts of a National Forest.  Using Google Earth Satellite View of this street address revealed that this was the property shown in many of Isabel’s videos, that she was referring to as her family’s “farm”.

The “family farm” that Isabel was talking about returning to in her videos, is not really a farm, because there isn’t any livestock such as horses, cattle, pigs, sheep, goats, or chickens, nor is there any corral, barn, tractor, large farm field, or crop.  There is a large garden that is maybe 1/2 acre in size.  The property is a vacation home that was recently built or purchased by her mother and father.

I feel that I was somewhat duped or misled.  From what Isabel was saying, she was talking about trying to live as a farmer, to be self-sufficient, and to live off-grid.  A more accurate description of the situation, is that Isabel and her sister Natasha are staying in their parent’s vacation home.

When I read the comments to some of Isabel’s videos, some of the commentors were being very critical, saying that Isabel was just staying in her parent’s vacation home, or asking her to show video of the “farm”, or asking her what she was going to do in the winter.  At first I didn’t understand these comments, but now I do.

I don’t think that anyone can live in this vacation home during the winter, for several different reasons.  From the Google Earth Satellite View, there is a one-lane, dead-end dirt road that goes about one mile from the nearest house back to Isabel’s house.  This one-lane dirt road is terraced into a very steep mountainside that is going to shed or avalanche snow onto this road November through March.

More than a mile from Isabel’s house, there is a one-lane wooden bridge over a river that provides access to Isabel’s house and three other houses.  I don’t think that this wooden bridge is rated to carry heavy county road crew snow removal equipment that would be needed to efficiently plow more than one mile of road.  I don’t think that the county crosses over this one-lane wooden bridge to clear the snow for access to these four houses on the far side of the river.

If you could find a private heavy equipment operator to drive a front end loader across the one-lane wooden bridge and clear more than one mile of snow off the road, it would take at least half a day and cost about $1,000 each time.

For the past eighteen years I have lived in heavy snow fall areas of northern Arizona, Idaho, and North Dakota.  In the winter, many National Forest and National Park roads are closed off because they can not keep up with the snow removal.  Bottoms of canyons with vacation homes become inaccessible for large amounts of time in the winter because of snow accumulation.

You can’t live in a mountainous area of Washington at the bottom of a canyon on the limited access side of the river, and expect to be able to make it to a job or a grocery store every day during the winter.  There will be times in the winter when you couldn’t drive out of the far side of the canyon for weeks in a row.

I am not so angry that Isabel gave me and the other viewers the idea that she was going to live and work on her family’s farm, when it isn’t a farm, and she isn’t working on a farm, as I am irritated that Isabel doesn’t really have a viable realistic plan on how she is going to survive this winter.

I imagine that Isabel’s parents haven’t flat out told her “no” that she can’t live at that house in the winter, because this appears to still be her plan.  Maybe her parents are thinking that she will see this for herself in November or December and get out of there before she becomes stuck and has to be rescued.

Here is a video showing Isabel with her family, which will give a little more insight into the situation:

How Hard Should You Bite A Woman’s Ass

Since I seem to be focusing on women this week, I will continue on with this same theme and answer the question, “How Hard Should You Bite A Woman’s Ass?”

Women want attention and they want to be appreciated, so one of the ways that you can show both your interest and appreciation is to bite them on their ass.  This can be done when they are wearing pants, underwear, or no clothing at all.  However, in order to be sincere and arouse any kind of emotion in women, it must be done hard enough.

How hard you should bite depends on a woman’s age.  Follow the guidelines given below, and you can’t go wrong.  Except remember that we are talking about biting women on their ass, and not any other place, as this would be too hard elsewhere.  Also note the exception given at the end of this article regarding Mormon women and Asian women.

Women in their teens:  You should bite their ass increasingly hard until they say, “Ooowwww!”, but not beyond that, let go.

Women in their college age years, 18-23:  You should bite their ass increasingly hard until they say, “Ooowww, shit, that hurts!”, but not beyond that, let go.

Women aged 24-30:  You should bite their ass increasingly hard until they say, “Ooowww, shit, that hurts, what the fuck is wrong with you!”, but not beyond that, let go.

Women aged 31-40:  You should bite their ass increasingly hard until they say, “Ooowww, shit, that hurts, what the fuck is wrong with you, are you crazy!”, but not beyond that, let go.

Women aged 41-50:  You should bite their ass increasingly hard until they say, “Ooowww, shit, that hurts, what the fuck is wrong with your, are you crazy, don’t ever do anything like that again, I mean it!”, but not beyond that, let go.

Now, before any older women get too upset, it’s not like you are going to get bit that much harder than anyone else when you are over 40 years old, it’s that you are going to have less tolerance for it and start squealing sooner, louder, and longer to stop.

*Note:  Because Mormon women and Asian women are raised in a culture where they are taught not to complain, you could accidentally do some physical harm to Mormon and Asian women before they would complain about you biting too hard.  Or, Asian women might be complaining for you to stop but you don’t know what they are saying.

Now that I think about it, biting a woman on the ass is like writing a blog post article, you really aren’t getting their attention until they start saying, “What the fuck is wrong with you, are you crazy!”