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Podcasting Day: The Diebel-verse, with Cristian Ramirez 🌭

On today’s Maximum Hype episode of the Dogg Zzone 9000, Sean and Robert talk with Cracked and U.S. Army veteran, Cristian Ramirez, about the greatest pick-up artist of all time, Don Diebel.

Seanbaby leads Cristian and Brockway through Don Diebel’s lifetime war against women, from his early literature like How to Pick Up Women in Discos to his later work like How to Use the POWER OF JESUS to Help you Meet, Date, and Attract Women. It’s four decades of blue balls and desperation crammed into 104 minutes! You’ll learn how to seduce a stranger by screaming “PUT YOUR FILTHY FEET IN MY MOUTH!” or “SOMEBODY FARTED LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!”

It’s disturbing! Listen to it wherever you get podcasts! Or with this link!

And if your device is brave enough to stand up to our former website’s onslaught of ad bots, you can read Sean’s ludicrously exhaustive account of Don Diebel here: The Sad Reality of a Christian Pick-Up Artist. He’s a fascinating man who has been throwing everything he could think of against his virginity since 1980 including sex colognes, farts, and hypnotic powers.

And if you are a Hot Dog Hero or above, you can listen to a very special Extra Wiener bonus podcast where Brockway and Cristian compete against each other in a game based on HOW TO PICK UP TOPLESS DANCERS, a book Don Diebel published under the pen name “Derek Evans.” You absolutely won’t believe how much “Derek Evans” hates strippers, or how much he has never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever had sex with one.

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7 replies on “Podcasting Day: The Diebel-verse, with Cristian Ramirez 🌭”

I’m so glad we found Diesels corpse to kick around while we wait for GODEK to commit suicide!

OK. I clicked on the Cracked article and, as advertised, the ad-bot tried to murder my phone with things it thought I would be interested in. I discovered, after the entry on picking up male strippers, That one of the things I’m interested in is Ted Cruz looking lonely. Obviously I can’t pay the screen shot here, so I’ll describe it: First there is text about paying for sex with cocaine and then there is a picture of Red Cruz. He looks lonely.

Pog facts: you do hit the stack, not the table, with the slammer. The central part of their appeal (in my middle school) was that they were a way for children to gamble; often, the winner got to keep whatever pogs the loser had in the pile that were flipped. I think there were even occasionally rounds of raising, where you’d stack more on the stack. When shit got serious, you’d substitute slammers instead of pogs in the pile and try to flip them.

They got hard banned after a winter month of heavy action during lunch on the carpeted risers of a little speaker’s area by a stairwell. Dozens of kids in little circles crowded it and the excited shouting, slamming, celebrating, and fighting sounded like a mediocre Macau casino gambling floor. One kid was a total whale because his dad owned a grocery store that sold em, and he was harvested in the manner whales are.

Anyway, the “Somebody farted, want to leave?” bit killed my wife while she was driving and we ran into a tree, which killed me too. Thank you for allowing us to experience the passage in joy.

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