Anyway, my mama would be proud of me if she was alive to see me today. She would see how I became a self-made millionaire and how I practice the seven habits of dominance in everything I do. Instead of just shitting on stuffed animals, now I shit all over stupid people who piss me off.
So after you have adopted the first six habits of highly dominant people, you can bring yourself into a state of near-perfection by mastering the seventh habit: sharpen your blade, so you can stab everyone around you in the back.
If someone thinks she is my friend, but I realize that she is not really benefiting me anymore, then I move her over to my shit list. But I don’t let her know that she is now my enemy instead of my friend, until I already plunge the knife deep into her back. After she’s bleeding to death on the floor, I tell her, as I’m walking away, “Oh yeah, this whole ‘friendship’ [or ‘relationship’] thing just ain’t working out anymore.”
Humorous Parody & Funny Satire: How Ronnie Champ Dominated a Weird Boy and Displayed the Seven Habits in Action
Let me tell you a little story from my own life to help you better understand the seven habits of highly dominant people.
One day last year, I decided that I could use a sidekick. I thought about some of the great men that I know: Batman, The Lone Ranger, Calvin (from Calvin and Hobbes), Don Quixote, Mick Jagger, and James Brown. I realized something: they all have a sidekick! Batman has Robin, The Lone Ranger has Tonto, Don Quixote has Sancho Panza, Calvin has Hobbes the Tiger, Mick Jagger has Keith Richards, and James Brown has that guy who would always bring his cape or robe and try to throw it over him when he went “Owwwwww! Good God!” Since I, too, am a great man, I decided that I needed to get a sidekick too.
It was a cold, windy day in early December when I went out looking for my sidekick. Everyone was bundled up in heavy coats and thick winter gear . . . everyone, that is, except me! I decided to accept the challenge of Mother Nature and dominate both her and the cold weather. I went out wearing shorts, sandals, and a thin, black t-shirt emblazoned with the name of my favorite death-metal band, The Maggot-Infested Corpses, and their logo, which is this half-decayed zombie getting up out of a casket. That’s all I wore. Nothing else. Not even underwear.
As I stepped outside, I yelled at Mother Nature, “Bring it on, you bitch! I ain’t scared of you.” Most guys would be dominated by Mother Nature, but not me!
Because my car was out of gas, I decided to walk. Okay, in case you’re wondering, I decided to dominate my car, because my car was trying to tell me what to do. It said I needed to get gas right away. I said, “Listen, you punk-ass car, you ain’t gonna tell me what to do, ya little ho-ass car!” Besides, I didn’t exactly have the money on me to get the gas. But that’s not important. What is important is that my car started acting like a little stuck-up bitch. It basically stopped going until I got it some gas. I said, “You stupid bitch-ass car! You don’t want to give me a ride until I spend some more money on you? Okay, I just leave yo broke ass on the side of the road. You stupid bitch-ass car.” And I got out of the car, kicked the tire, and said, “Yeee.” That car was scared. It didn’t say nothing back to me. Stupid bitch-ass car.
So the next day, I walk by my broke-ass car, sitting on the side of the road. That car was still being a bitch, because I didn’t want to give it any gas. Not only that, but I looked at the window on the driver-side, and there’s some orange sticker that says I got to move my car or they’re going to tow it. So now, some stupid policeman is trying to get with my car and take it back to his place. Fuck that!
I hopped right in and tried to drive away, but the bitch-ass car still wouldn’t go anywhere, because it didn’t have any gas.
I looked at my car, and I said, “You little ho! You probably want to go off with that police officer, just cause he gave you some sticker to wear. Well, if that’s how you want to be, then fuck you, and fuck your sticker, and fuck that stupid-ass cop that gave you that sticker. He can have your stupid ass.”
So I kicked my car in the tire and spit in her windshield. Stupid-ass car! Cars are like women, they just want you to spend money on them before they go anywhere with you. And the second you stop spending money on them, they go hook up with some policeman. I let my car know that I am done playing her stupid ass games.
So a few days later, my car was gone. “Good!” I thought. Serves that bitch-ass car right, for letting a policeman put stickers on her.
So that’s a long story, but that’s just to explain why I was walking on that cold winter day. I was walking, because I decided to stop taking shit from my car. I dominated my car. I dominated the shit out of my car. And my car couldn’t handle it, so she went and ran off with some policeman. Stupid car.
Anyway, so back to my story about how I exercised the seven habits of highly dominant people while I was out looking for a sidekick.
I was walking down the street, and I came to this morbidly obese, extremely pale motherfucker, with beady black eyes, an oversized orange nose, a gay-looking top hat, and a really faggoty-looking pink scarf. He was shaped like a freak of nature. He had really skinny, weak-looking arms; like, his arms were like two little twigs. But he had this big, fat, dumpy body. He looked like a bitch, so I decided to dominate him right then and there.
“Hey, nerd!” I yelled. He didn’t respond. He was so terrified, that he just froze. I sneered at him as I approached. I stood in front of him and reared up to my full height of ten feet tall (I had just finished using the rack that morning to stretch myself out). I looked down at him and snarled.
He looked absolutely terrified. He didn’t move a muscle. He was too scared of my manly essence to say anything.
“Hey, NERD!” I repeated.
He still didn’t say anything.
“Hey, NERD!” I yelled, as loud as I could.
Still no response.
Now this kid was starting to piss me off. I mean, when I ask you a question or say “Hey Nerd,” you better respond. Otherwise, you are disrespecting me. And where I come from, we got a saying. “Disrespect me once, shame on you. Disrespect me twice, well, you ain’t gonna disrespect me again!”
So this kid was trying to fool me by making me think he can’t hear me. But I’m like right up in this boy’s face. How could he not hear me? He must think I’m stupid.
So I mean mug this kid and flex my muscles and flash my gang signs by making a “W” and then a “P” with my fingers. The “W” is for white, and the “P” is for Puddville. Because I’m a white boy from Puddville, Alabama. You better recognize, fool!
This kid sees me representing my race and my hood. But he don’t do nothing in response. He just stares at me. So I say to him, “Dude, what the fuck are you staring at?”
Now, I got him in what is known as a dilemma. No matter what he says in reply, I got him. If he says, “I ain’t staring at you,” then I can be like Robert DeNiro in Taxi Driver and say, “I don’t see anyone else here, so you must be staring at me.” If he says that he is staring at me, then I say, “You think I’m handsome or something? You want me to fuck you?”
But this kid throws me for a complete loop, because he doesn’t say anything! I’m like, damn! This kid is hardcore! Like, I’m flexing in his face and mean-mugging him and calling his mama all kinds of bitches and hoes, and he doesn’t say nothing!
So I do like Robert DeNiro in Taxi Driver, and I say, “Ain’t nobody else here, but me and you. So you must be staring at me.” I laugh. I get into a stance like a boxer. I say, “I’m a-gonna give you a black eye, fool!”
I could tell he was scared, because he still didn’t say nothing. So then I acted like I was going to hit him, and I said, “Aw, shit, I can’t give you no black eye, because your eyes are already like so black. Like you just have two big pupils, with no irises and no white in your eyes. Like you got two lumps of coal for eyes. You fucking fairy.”
And this little punk-ass boy still didn’t say a damn thing. So I got right up in his face.
Just then, this girl comes out of the house and says, “You leave my snowman alone!”
I said, “Excuse me, miss, but your little snowman is about to get his frosty-ass kicked – excuse my French.”
“I don’t speak French,” said the girl. “But you need to leave my snowman alone, before I call the police.”
I looked dead in Mr. Snowman’s eyes and said, “Yo, you lucky this little girl is here, because otherwise, I would totally kick your ass!”
Mr. Snowman didn’t say a damn thing. I just turned around and walked away. The girl gave Mr. Snowman a hug and started saying all kinds of cute shit. What kind of a man calls himself “Mr. Snowman?” What a faggot. That guy needs a girl to protect him? What kind of boy can’t stand up for himself? What kind of boy wears a sissy-ass pink scarf?
When I got across the street, I flashed my two gang signs again: the “W” and the “P.” I could see the fear in Mr. Snowman’s face. He didn’t dare say anything in response, even with me standing on the other side of the street.
Just then, I saw another girl coming outside from another house. She had a camera in her hand, and she was smiling and laughing. She said something to the other girl, who shook her head and looked angry. I couldn’t hear what they said, but I imagine it must have been something like, “I got a video of your punk-ass boyfriend getting totally punked out by that bad-ass, dominating dude.”
Later, I became something of a local celebrity when that video was shared online. As it turns out, lots of people enjoyed seeing me punk out that punk-ass fairy, “Mr. Snowman.” What kind of gay-ass name is that?
Anyway, I did not find my sidekick that day. But the important thing is, I did totally dominate Mr. Frosty. I totally practiced the seven habits of highly dominant people, to his face, and he didn’t do shit about it but let me dominate him.
So if you just imitate me every day, pretty soon you will find yourself dominating more and more people too, until you are almost as dominant as me!
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