Inner game

I recently did an article about inner game for TSB magazine. You can read it here

Let me know what you think!

So you like tall women?

I recently posted a response to a thread on the forums asking if size matters for guys. Height that is. I thought you guys would enjoy the anecdote I included so I'll post my response here for you guys as well.


"It's funny, when people call me short the first thing that pops in my mind is "Wtf is he/she talking about? I'm not short at all." I don't believe that im short, and it hardly ever comes up as a problem.

I'm about 5'6 -5'7 in my bare feet. So im taller than a lot of girls, but im also shorter than a lot of them too. Most of the girls I end up dating are taller than me, and my height isn't something that gets brought up too much. Why is that? Because its not an issue for me. During my last bootcamp in Toronto, some of my students got to see how I deal with girls when they bring up my height, in this case it was a very tall blonde (over 6 feet) who probably has a nasty habit of tooling guys. Went like this:

Tall blonde: You're really short.
Cajun: Ooooh am I?
*I lean against bar to put the physical dynamic back in my favour*
Tall blonde: Yeah, I'm way taller than you.
*I smile and look at her waiting for her to say something else. She doesn't break*
Cajun: (Very slowly) Why don't you come over here and tell me some more things that you like about me.
Tall blonde: Haha, you'd like that wouldn't you shorty?
*Realizing that this girl may just be the type that gets off on tooling and rejecting guys, I decide to throw some massive DHVs to see if I can turn her around"
Cajun: Oh wait, my friends put you up to this didn't they?
Tall blonde: Put me up to what?
Cajun: Oh nevermind, its a little personal... (baiting)
Tall blonde: Tell me. (She FINALLY comes closer)
Cajun: Well, my friends are always making fun of me because I tend to date tall women, and I recently broke up with my ex, so I figured since you're the tallest girl in the bar that maybe they talked you into coming over and making fun of me.
*Tall blonde comes closer*
Tall blonde: No, they didn't, but why do you date tall girls?
Cajun: Oh I don't know, they're just the ones that I tend to date.
*I put emphasis on the word "date" implying that I see lots of women, and that the tall ones are the only ones that I actually end up dating."
Cajun: You're actually shorter than my ex, you kind of look like her though, you're not brazilian are you?
Tall blonde: Haha no, im Portugese.
Cajun: And you're not an actress?
Tall blonde: No.
Cajun: Good, then I can keep talking to you.
*Tall blonde shifts from "tooling me" to "blatantly hitting on me" so quickly that I can hear the collective "Wtf how did he do that?" from my students 10 feet away.*

It was easy from that point on. The trick is to let them know that height is not an issue for you, or the girls that you date. You can communicate this usually by simply being confident, however in some cases, like mine, you have to subtly hint at it using DHV stories. The stuff I said was actually true too, and I ended up dating THIS girl for a little while."

I'll have a few more posts coming over the next few days, including another entry involving that shit head Rod Stewart.

Still alive when im 25?

So its my birthday tomorrow, I'll be 25.

The past few days I've been thinking about my life at this point. I have a pretty sweet lifestyle, at least on the surface, you could easily compare it to a rock star, in fact I'd say that my life is even crazier than most rock stars. Anyways, for my birthday I asked my friends to give me quotes I could use to get an idea of who I am. Just their own impressions of the type of guy I am, or maybe crazy shit they have witnessed. I told them to give it a "roasting" type of vibe, so the quotes tend to be hilariously negative. I figured that odds are I won't remember a lot of this when I get older, so it would at least be fun to look back on it and laugh.

Usually when fucked up things happen to me I don't realize how fucked up they are until other people tell me, reading over this list I got a little identity crisis, because it doesn't sound like me at all, yet, it is.

One of my best friends/drinking buddy/co-worker; Tenmagnet, summed it up pretty well:

"Dude, our lives are like a Charles Bukowski novel, nobody would believe us..."


Who is Cajun?

"His diet seems to consist of beef jerky and whatever garnishes come with his drinks. Seriously, I don't understand how he's still alive, his diet is that of a 15th century sailor"

"Pretty much has a death wish, he's the only guy I know who will actively pick fights with guys 3 times his size, easily out drink everyone, and get hit by cars on a near weekly basis."

"He once told a woman he was the devil...she believed him"

"If you take the worst parts of Errol Flynn, Oliver Reed, and Jim Morrison you will pretty much have him."

"He's definitely an asshole, but a very likable one."

"The only guy I know who dresses like an evil Michael Jackson and doesn't get beat up on a consistent basis."

"Hanging out with him is like being in a movie, like some sort of twisted Buster Keaton porno thriller"

and my favourite...

"I came over to his house early one morning to get my cell phone and found him passed out on his couch, soaked in piss, with 2 naked girls beside him. Upon waking, he ate some crackers off the floor, took a shot of whiskey from a flask and whispered "good morning" with a sly smile. Good morning indeed!"

Feel free to leave a happy b-day comment, or if you've hung out with me before you can add your own quote to my list.

Old school pick up.

Oh fuck.

I just finished watching this old rat pack movie on TV, I think it was called "They come running" or something. Anyways, it always fun to watch some old school seducers work their game, in this case Sinatra and Dean Martin. These guys are so fucking bad ass.

All the rat pack films usually revolve around the same shit, Sinatra (whose character is usually ALSO named Frank) & friends drink a lot, smoke, gamble, fuck girls, beat guys up and just be awesome in general. I was flicking through the channels and this is the first scene that came up.

- Sinatra wakes up in bed with a young Shirley McClain, presumably after fucking the shit out of her all night. He lights a cigarette and walks into the living room to find Dean Martin drinking straight whiskey and playing cards. They proceed to have a conversation about gambling, drinking, smoking and steak.

Cajun: HOLY FUCK! This movie is amazing!

I decide to watch the rest, and to be honest the story was pretty fucked up, even for the fifties. I imagined how a conversation about the plot of this movie would have been brought up in conversation, then I thought of the Limo driver from Spinal Tap:

Limo Driver: Oh you may be good with women, but you're no Frank, I mean that guy really deserved respect.
Cajun: Why is that?
Limo driver: Because Frank knows, I mean he's loved and he's lost, he knows.
Cajun: What do you mean?
Limo Driver: Have you ever loved a woman, then have her find out you fucked a whore from Chicago and then marry that whore to prove that she's not a whore, even though she very obviously is, and then accidentally get her shot in the back by an angry drugdealer and have her die on top of you while still wearing her wedding dress?
Cajun: No thats never happened to me, that is some fucked up shit. Frank is a hard man.

Here is a rundown of what I watched in the film:

-A woman breaks down and pleads for Frank to love her because she worships him and will do anything for him. Frank pauses, and then asks her to clean up the house (So he can invite more women over)

-Dean Martin gets stabbed in the arm after punching some guy out for making fun of his hat at a card game.

-Dean Martin seduces the nurse at the hospital, who is a nun.

- Dean is diagnosed with diabetes at the hospital, and told not to drink. In the very next scene he is drinking whiskey from the bottle in the car and not giving a fuck.

-While in the car, Frank sees a hot woman on the street and immediately stops the car to go over and seduce her. Frank gives the keys to Dean, who is still drinking whiskey from the bottle and now wearing a cowboy hat.


It got kinda fucked up in the end, but holy shit why don't they still make movies like this?

Advanced Body Language part 3 (OMG OMG OMG OMG!!)

Yes, that’s right, you read correctly, I have FINALLY decided to post part 3 of this article. Why such a huge delay? Well, there were a couple reasons; first of all I was thinking of only releasing the info in Vegas at le super-conference, but then ended up not even really getting into it there. Then I was thinking of only teaching part 3 to my students and 1on1s, sort of a multi-level advancement type special privilege for them, but I started feeling like a scientologist, so I have since decided to post it here, on my blog, for everyone!

Also the fact that I received about a hundred threatening emails from people that usually consisted of “WHERE THE FUCK IS PART 3, UPDATE YOUR BLOG, STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE! FUCK *Froth* *Froth* *Froth*”

My Reply to all of you is simply:

“Fuck you! I will update my blog…right after this drink!”

Unfortunately, that drink has lasted about the last 4 weeks. Whoops!

Actually the real reason behind the delay is because I’ve been so damn busy. I’ve spent the last 4 weeks pretty much traveling all over the US teaching personalized lessons to all of you! I haven’t got a laptop yet either (Savin up!) so my internet access has been sporadic. Anyways, I’m back now for 2 weeks before I start teaching like crazy again so I’ll try to pump a few good entries over the break, starting with this one!



*Early 90’s infomercial music*

BODY LANGUAGE PART 3  scrolling up

“Aura & Mystique”  Fades in

*Music fades*




Alright, so in the past 2 articles I’ve gone over how to exude sexual presence, alpha behaviour, and restraint using only your body language. Ok great, it’s been 3 months, so now you can compete with the naturals right? Damn right you can! But unfortunately for you, once you’re at this level naturals start appearing much, much more and if you’re going to stand out from even them, then you’re going to need something that only the TOP seducers throughout history have mastered…

Aura & Mystique.


So what is it?

Aura and mystique is achieved by communicating to women, through non-verbal communication, that you are a man of exceptionally rare quality.

That’s the most logical way I can explain it if I was to define it. I came across this quality while reading about the great seducers; Casanova, Don Juan, Cleopatra, and Rudolf Valentino, they all were described by their lovers as “having an aura” or “Sense of mystique”. So how did they do it? How did they communicate that quality to their lovers? Well, all of the great seducers have their own unique way of displaying this quality.

Casanova would be very clear and open with his sexual intent. He would act on this intent without reserve, and communicate to women that he was simply in love with the act of love.

Cleopatra used her ingenuity and theatrics to seduce. She would plan complex entrances and stage theatrics in order to immortalize herself in the minds of her lovers.

Rudolf Valentino was overtly sexual with his movements, especially his eyes, and seduced millions by the wanton way in which he treated the heroines in his films, something very out of the ordinary for the time.

These are just a few examples, and as you study more and more seducers you find that every one of them have their own special way of standing out from the competition of the time.

So how do we take these lessons in the history of seduction and apply it to our current day interactions?

Advanced Body Language – Aura & Mystique

1. Dress the part.

All of the above seducers dressed in a way that stood out from the competition. Some were astonishingly flashy, some quite unremarkable for today’s standards (An open shirt anyone?)

I’m not going to lie; pea cocking makes a huge difference in how you’re perceived. The trick that most people don’t get (And the main reason you often see at least 1 awkward looking guy wearing a fur hat and eyeliner in any given bar) is that pea cocking only makes you LOOK LIKE someone with mystique, it does not GIVE YOU IT. As well, how you’re dressed and how you act have to be in line with each other (congruency) otherwise you’re going to look like a fake and get blown out or even made fun of. You can’t dress like Mystery without a reason or a personality that goes along with it. Cleopatra wanted people to think she was divine, Rudolf wore tight pants and exposed chests for sex appeal. I have long hair, tight pants, dress in black and leather because I play the villain, so I make sure to dress the part. Figure out who you are and then dress in a slightly stylized version of that. If you’re confused as to *who* you are, identity is something we go over in our seminars (and 1on1s) so if you’ve taken one, you should already know.

2. Make an entrance!

This isn’t as hard as it sounds; don’t worry about staging something extravagant, often, the simpler it is, the better. Your “entrance” basically amounts to a first impression. I’ve actually started asking the women I’ve been with when it was when they realized they were attracted to me, and nearly all of them say something similar, which has given me some insight into how powerful first impressions can be. Here is an actual transcript from a recent one:

Cajun: *Above question*
Rachel: Oh right away.
Cajun: Really? I’m not *that* attractive.
Rachel: No no, it wasn’t that, it was just like you were this funny guy who didn’t give a shit, and I remember looking at you and thinking “He’s a *bad* one!” and then as soon as I thought that, you looked at me…
Cajun: Awwww
Rachel: Haha shut up! Actually, the way you looked at me was pretty intense too.
Cajun: Intense?
Rachel: Most guys just smile, or get nervous and look away when I notice them, you locked eyes with me and smirked like you knew that I was thinking dirty thoughts about you or something, even though I wasn’t!
Cajun: Yes you were, don’t lie.
Rachel: I wasn’t! But after you did that it’s all I could think about! That’s why I introduced myself a little later, I *had* to meet you.

The above was a girl I met at a party. And my “entrance”, as you can see, was simply a look. My clothes and body language got her attention, but it was the “look” that made the impression on her. Here’s another transcript:

Cajun: *same question*
Isabelle: When you walked up to me.
Cajun: It was a sexy walk?
Isabelle: No, I just noticed you in the bar and you looked over at me and smirked, I thought “Ehh..he’s ok looking” but then you furrowed your eyes like you knew what I was thinking and without looking away you slowly walked over to me and said something really sexy, guys NEVER do that.
Cajun: Do you remember what I said?
Isabelle: Something like “You can’t look at me like that” but it wasn’t what you said, you gave off this confidence, like I remember feeling that even if I wanted to reject you it wouldn’t even have worked, it was weird, but sexy weird. When you left, my friends were like “Who the fuck was THAT guy?” You made a pretty good impression.

The way that I opened this woman was the same way I open every woman that looks at me in a bar. Goes like this:

Girl looks at me
I look at her, HOLD eye contact.
If she holds for more than 2-3 seconds I walk over slowly without looking away.
I get in close and in the most seductive voice I can muster I say “You can’t look at me like that and not say anything”

One of the most important elements here is the *way* that you look at the women. This is hard to explain in text, and I’d post a picture of the look but it wouldn’t help too much because it’s not really the look itself that’s important, but the message the look gives. Essentially you should be looking at them like “I get a funny joke that you don’t get”. That’s the easiest way I can explain it. Couple that with a few glances at their lips and some flirty kino and you have yourself a recipe for a sexy first impression.

3. Don’t give a shit.

Not giving a shit is one of the easiest ways to stand out from nearly every other guy that has approached your sets in the past. The reason is simple; most guys care what women think of them. This is actually a pretty unattractive trait, I don’t think women would admit it, but it is. It says a bunch of negative things which you don’t really need to know other than “they’re bad”. I’m assuming all of you care what women think of you when you approach, that’s ok, you can’t really just turn that off, the trick is to convince the women that you don’t give a shit, not yourself, at least initially. So how do you do it?

- SMILE: Not one of those “Look how happy I am!” grins, keep it cool, it should be a “I know exactly what I’m doing, and you can’t rattle me” type of grin. As well, whenever you don’t know what to say, just smile and look at them like you get something they don’t get. I mentioned this earlier and it’s probably one of the most powerful looks you can give. Practice it until you get it right, it’s a little different for everyone.

- SLOW DOWN: Don’t talk so fast, and try to pause for no reason often, followed by one of those smiles you’ve been practicing. If they ask you a question look at them and smile for a second or two before responding, as if they just asked a dirty question.

- LOOK COMFORTABLE: This pretty much comes down to locking in. Think about where you want to be locked in as you’re approaching the sets. Every good bar is set up in a way that there should always be something to lean on or sit on, so there are no excuses. I have actually leaned on PEOPLE in the past when there was nothing to lean on.


And the last most important rule for aura & mystique

4. Have complete confidence in your mastery of social interactions.

You should seem like someone who could never be uncomfortable, no matter what the situation. If something happens and you don’t know what to say just look comfortable and smile or make fun of the fact that its awkward and blame it on them. Always appear as if you’re one step ahead of everyone., be James Bond.



Alright guys, I’ll try to get Vegas parts 2 & 3 up before the end of next week, so stay tuned!

The Vegas Files: Part 1

Hey guys sorry for such a long delay between posts, I’ve been busy with some scary shit the past couple weeks. Anyways, so the Las Vegas super conference has come and gone and for those of you that missed it, it was FUCKING AWESOME! Seriously, it’s like the TED conference of the seduction community. I’m not going to get into the presentations themselves, you can look at the reviews on the forums for that, instead I thought I would give you guys an inside look at some of the things that went on behind the scenes by posting 3 separate stories I have since written about the events in Vegas. I’m gonna spread this out over 3 posts because each story is a little long.

Oh, and just to build a little hype, here are the 3 stories Synopses:

Part 1

The Silent Challenge: Dahunter and Cajun play a friendly challenge involving them only allowed to speak 3 words to women. Cajun gets drunk and takes the game too seriously.

Part 2

Ballin!: Cajun somehow gets his group bottle service and passed a $10,000 cover to party with Kanye West and Swedish models in Tryst. Feat: Breakdown of me picking up one of said models.

Part 3

Our Darkest Secret: Mr. M and Sheriff murder an overweight 57 year old hooker and bury her in the desert…and get away with it. Hilarity ensues, whoops!

Just kidding,

Part 3

Strippers + Game = Profit?: Cajun plays hot potato stripper. What!?

So here is part 1 of the series. I’ll post 2 and 3 a couple days apart.

The Silent Challenge:

One of the coolest things about the super conference was that I got to meet a lot of the other guys in the company that I hadn’t had the chance to work with yet. One of these guys was Dahunter, who I had been told was a really chill guy with amazing body language, and being a self proclaimed master at body language myself, I was very excited to meet him.

Tenmagnet on Dahunter:

“The guy is so chill and relaxed it looks like he’s going to fall over.”

Dahunter didn’t disappoint, and after hanging out with him for the better part of the weekend (He was on my in-field team) I realized that our style was very similar. Me and Dahunter got drunk on one of our off nights and decided to play a game in which we were only allowed to say 3 words to any girl we meet, and see how far we could get just using our body language.

We all end up going out to the playboy club that night and once we get to the bar I order a beer and start trying to think of word combinations I can use. I spot a group of girls near the end of the bar and try a run at our game:

Cajun: I….party…..forever!

Girl1: Hahaha well this is Vegas, so you’re right at home!

*Cajun furrows his eyebrows, and leans into a locked in position next to girl 1*

Cajun: *silence*

Girl 2: So what’s your name?

Knowing I cant speak, and refusing to play “charades”, I simply drink my bottle of beer continuously and point to it as if it’s the reason I can’t talk.

Girl1: Why won’t you talk to us?

*Cajun pulls out a pen and a piece of paper and writes:*

“Awkward silence?”

*Hands note to girls*

…

Girls walk away.

I laugh to myself and realize that indirect game will be impossible with these rules. But I decide to try it a couple more times before I break out the direct game. I spot a group of scantily dressed women facing the bar and try my luck again. I order a drink next to them, switch around so my back is to the bar and then look at the one farthest from me and say:

Cajun: You love…Phil Collins. (Names count as 1 word!)

*Woman turns around and she’s obviously in her early 40’s, but not bad looking*

Woman1: Oh I love Phil Collins!

Cajun: *makes disgusted face*

*Woman 2 now turns around and is about the same age, they both immediately begin touching me and displaying other “cougar-esque” behavior.*

Being a veteran of in field game, I know that the one thing that you never want to do is tease a cougar, because if you tease a cougar you get bit. Realizing that if I play the silent challenge they will take it as some sort of sick flirting game and that Vegas cougars are probably twice as aggressive as Canadian cougars, I decide that I will pass on spending my first night in Vegas being mauled by a couple of cougs...until I get drunker.

Cajun (Cont’d): Hey sorry guys, the fact that you love Phil Collins makes it impossible for me to respect you, and I’m old enough to be your father.

Cougs: Ahahah oh you're so cute!

Cajun: I'll come talk to you wildcats after a couple more drinks.

Cougs: Wait, what?

I walk away.

Did I mention I was getting drunk at this point?

The thing with me when I drink is that for some reason my game actually improves…up to a certain point obviously. I tend to be more of an ass, so really confident girls tend to be easier, low self-esteem girls however tend to hate me. At this point I was at the sweet spot in my drunkenness where I was bold enough to confidently escalate immediately yet still sober enough to not accidentally hit on ugly girls.

I walk to the elevators, passing through the dance floor and casually making out with 2 different girls as I “Jagger” my way through. I get into the elevator with 2 playboy bunnies (We were at Playboy club at this point) and say:

Cajun: Guys, I’m famous and I need to make an impressive exit out of the club, here…

*I stick my arms out for them to grab, they do*

Bunny2: Are you a musician? (I dressed like one that night)

Cajun: Alright ladies, get ready for cameras and a mob…

*The doors open and we walk out arm in arm in front of the long line to get in. A couple guys cheer and whoo!”

Bunny1: Where are we going?

Cajun: Right here.

*I sit down at one of the nickel machines, put a coin in, and pull the lever*

Cajun: Can you get me a gin and tonic?

Bunnies: Ahahahah you’re hilarious.

Cajun: What time do you guys get off?

Bunniy2: Wow, very smooth. 4am.

Cajun: Alright, meet me here, see ya!

Bunnies: See ya!

I get up and walk towards the blackjack tables, I see Mr. M on his cell and he runs over to me.

Mr. M: Dude where you been? Everyone is at Hardrock.

Cajun: Fuck (something incoherent about playboy bunnies) lets go!

We go to Hardrock and meet up with Tenmagnet and some of the other guys. This is the point at which I pass through my “optimal drunk” point and into my “Everyone starts to look sexy” period of drunkenness. Here is what happened as explained through the next morning over breakfast:

Tenmagnet: So who won in your game with Dahunter last night?

Cajun: I don’t know, I didn’t see Dahunter after Playboy but I did amazing!

Tenmagnet: Dude, when I saw you at hardrock last night you were just walking up to women, sort of sneering at them, and then you’d start making out with them.

Cajun: Fuck awesome!

Tenmagnet: No, not awesome dude! We were at Hardrock at 4am, the only girls there were hookers and fat chicks. Here I took some pictures!

*Tenmagnet shows me a picture of me kissing a really pale chubby girl*

Cajun: (taken aback) OH FUCK! Why did you take me there!

To my credit Tenmagnet really only took a picture of the ugliest girl I managed to kiss that night, ignoring the seemingly dozens of potential 6’s and 7’s (hookers) that seem to populate the Hardrock after hours.

Dahunter and some of the other instructors join us for breakfast and I ask Dahunter about his night.

Cajun: Dude did you try our challenge?

Dahunter: Ahhh fuck no I kind of forgot about it, how did it go for you?

I get a fuzzy flashback of a woman at hardrock who’s lips were so big and fake that she reminded me of a clam with hair, I then realize that in my state last night I probably would have found her “clamish” features attractive.

Cajun: Haha I don’t want to talk about it, fucking Vegas.

I take a big gulp of my bloody mary praying that the double shot of vodka cauterizes all the skin in my skanky mouth.

Stay tuned for part 2 of The Vegas files: Ballin!

Jaggering

When I first got into the community there was a lot of interest in "cracking" dance floor game. I made an attempt at figuring it out and the only worthy thing to come from my research was this theory I developed called "Jaggering"; essentially mimicking Mick Jagger's signature dance moves.

Although I stopped caring about dance floor game a long time ago, Jaggering became an inside joke between me and my friends and I still, to this day, Jagger the shit out of things whenever I feel like looking like an idiot...which is often. If you watch closely you can see a couple "Jaggers" in the Keys video.

I actually watched every Rolling Stones video I could get my hands on and found about 5-6 recognizable "moves" that he does consistently, then practiced them, yes I'm a pro. The funny thing was that, in terms of attracting women on the dance floor, it was surprisingly consistent when done in a mocking fashion. (Tip: For best results try using on cougars)

Anyways, so me and Tenmagnet (who is totally into the Jaggering) were doing the seminar in NYC this past weekend and we saw this video on youtube about 2 guys challenging each other to "Do their best Jagger" at inappropriate times. At first I was pissed that someone stole my idea of Jaggering, but then I realized how awesome of a game it would be for the bar. Me and Tenmagnet mapped out some rules:

1. If at any time the words "Do your best Jagger" are communicated to you by your challenger (whether by speech, text, or silently mouthing) you must do no less than 3 signature Jagger dance moves, immediately. This means stopping whatever you are doing, without explanation, and performing the moves within 3 seconds of being challenged.

Additional: If you are talking to a girl when challenged, you must speak the words "Cause shes a biiitch..." while doing a Jagger hand flourish. It must look really gay.

2. Failure to perform said Jagger dance moves results in your acceptance to down a shot of whatever your challenger decides to get you. This shot will be hand delivered and presented to you as "Your favourite" and will more often than not contain liquor(s) that you find personally "fucking gross!" Obvious examples include: Dry vermouth, cheap Tequila, Bailey's & lime etc.

3. There is no limit to the number of times you may challenge your opponent, however, If at any time you feel as if your challenger is abusing this rule, you may have a "Jagger off". During a Jagger off you must both perform no less than 4 Jaggers along with your own signature "Jagger Swagger" that must be improvised on the spot. A panel of no less than 3 spectators must judge the winner, who receives challenge immunity for 2 hours as well as a shot of his choice.

So me and Tenmagnet were playing this pretty much the entire weekend. We would try to challenge each other at the most inappropriate times. Highlights include:

Tenmagnet Jaggering in front of a bunch of little kids who were outside their rehearsal space where we had the seminar.

Me Jaggering in Times Square

Both of us Jaggering our respected sets at an upscale bar in Manhatten, not getting blown out.

Me opening a set with a Jagger.

Tenmagnet improvising some David Lee Roth into his Jaggering and performing a mid-Jagger jump kick.

But the funniest one for me would have to be...

On sat night I went home with an actress I had met earlier. We were making out on her bed when I got a text, usually I would ignore it but I thought it might be Tenmag locked out or something so I checked it:

Tenmagnet says: "Do your best Jagger!"

Fuck! I close the phone and get up off the bed.

Girl: What are you doing?

**Cajun starts dancing around the bed, doing the rooster walk, and making the "Ooo oo OOOhoo oohOO" noise from the song "miss you".**

Girl: What the FUCK was that?
Cajun: Nothing, just my mating ritual.
Girl: God you're weird.

THE LAST RULE OF JAGGER CLUB IS YOU NEVER TALK ABOUT JAGGER CLUB!