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Saint Dirty Face

Tag: #PSAWithAttitude

  • 5 Creepy Little Mind Games (That’ll Make People Remember You for All the Wrong Reasons)

    Robert

    Look, some folks read How to Win Friends and Influence People. Me? I read How to Haunt Their Thoughts Rent-Free.

    Here’s your Monday PSA: if you’re gonna be stuck in society’s little circus, you might as well keep the monkeys guessing.

    5. The Compliment With Teeth

    Tell someone, “You look great today.”

    Then, lean in and add: “You don’t hear that often, do you?”

    Boom. That’s not kindness, that’s a landmine. They’ll be checking mirrors all day wondering if you meant it or if you just tattooed insecurity on their soul.

    4. The Predator Stare

    In a group conversation, pick your victim. Lock eyes. Don’t blink. Don’t smile.

    Everyone else is chatting, but you’re channeling the spirit of a crow perched on their tombstone.

    Eventually, they’ll look away—because primal fear doesn’t lie. And then? They’ll wonder why the hell you were looking at them like they just confessed to something.

    3. Emotional Sniper Fire

    When someone comes at you hot—loud, angry, chest puffed—don’t raise your voice. Step close. Too close. Hold their gaze.

    Wait three beats. Whisper: “Why are you so emotional right now?”

    Congratulations, you’ve flipped the script. They were the aggressor, now they’re the crazy one. It’s not just a mind game—it’s psychological waterboarding with a smirk.

    2. The Forehead Mystery

    When someone’s talking, don’t look them in the eyes. Instead, fixate on their forehead like it’s broadcasting secret alien coordinates. Smile. Just a little.

    Watch them slowly disintegrate mid-sentence, checking if there’s mustard, blood, or an invisible horn sprouting. They’ll never recover their confidence again.

    1. The Lip Curse

    This one’s dark magic. Tell someone: “Don’t you hate when people lick their lips too much?”

    Then shut up. Nine out of ten people will instantly lick their lips—proving they’re nothing but puppets wired with cheap strings.

    You? You’re the puppeteer, Saint Dirty Face, making marionettes out of mortals.

    Final Thought

    The moral of the story?

    Kindness is cool. But sometimes, chaos is cooler.

    So go forth, sprinkle doubt, and make Monday just a little weirder.

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    Saint Dirty Face™

    Stay Dirty, Stay Rebellious™

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  • 🎸 SAINT DIRTY FACE BLOG — WORKDAY RAMBLE EDITION 🎸

    Robert

    “PSA, Energy Drink, and the Monday That Sneezed on Me”

    Alright, my ragtag tribe of warriors, poets, and people who also weren’t ready for Monday — gather ‘round.

    Because baby Yeshua heard my prayers this morning and granted me a slow Monday at work. Minimal patients. Minimal emails. No meetings. Just me, my caffeine, and the gnawing realization that Friday was five minutes ago and somehow Monday snuck up like a ninja with a grudge.

    So yeah — bedtime? 3 AM.

    Work start? 8:30-ish.

    Mood? Somewhere between “Doc Holliday with a cough” and “is it Friday yet?”

    BUT since the universe handed me a breather, let me rock your brains with a little PSA from your friendly neighborhood nurse:

    ☠️ TB IS NOT DEAD — IT’S JUST HIDING. ☠️

    Yeah, tuberculosis. That old-timey-sounding disease you thought got buried with Victorian corsets and Wild West saloons? Guess what — it’s still here.

    👉 Facts you didn’t know you needed but I’m giving you anyway:

    TB infects millions every year worldwide. It can snooze in your body for YEARS without making you sick. It’s treatable. It’s curable. But you gotta catch it.

    💉 HOW TO KNOW IF YOU’RE SHARING LUNGS WITH A GHOST:

    Simple blood test from your doc. If positive, chest X-ray tells if it’s infection (quiet, non-contagious) or disease (active, contagious). Symptoms? Cough that won’t quit Fever, chills, night sweats Weight loss, no appetite Three weeks or longer = 🚨🚨🚨

    If you’ve been hanging around someone with TB, or you live/travel in high-risk areas, get tested.

    Don’t wait. Don’t Google-diagnose. Don’t play TB roulette with your loved ones.

    🔥 FINAL WORD FROM YOUR FAVORITE SLEEP-DEPRIVED, ROCKSTAR NURSE:

    TB doesn’t care who you are.

    But you can care enough to check.

    One test at a time, one early treatment at a time — we can knock this sneaky bastard out.

    #SaintDirtyFace, #WorkdayRamble, #NurseLife, #TBawareness, #CoughCoughDocHolliday, #PSAWithAttitude, #MondayMeltdown, #NotReadyForThis

    See ya, sinners and saints — imperfect on purpose, sharp-tongued by design, NSFW by divine accident. 💥😈🤘🏼