Most people are eager to follow the model accepted in today's society by any means that blurs the borders between fake and real. We are here to keep you on track and check on your ability to identify the 'fake reality'. Please welcome our top positions from the fake list of today - BDB: Breasts - Diamonds - Blondes.

Breasts
BANI: Fake breast are easy to detect. At least, I believe I can! Well...every girl with natural ones believes so... Anyhow, step by step guide is here.
DANI: To understand whether breasts are real or not I know only one way: GRAB them! If they are real it feels... like at home, but If it feels like going out…get the fuck OUT of my bed! Point. No more no less.
Diamonds
BANI: Girls, if you ever want to receive one soon, you have to make it easy for your guy. Simply do the math for his already 'packed' mind and count how much he needs to save every month to give you one in X amount of time. What's important is to make it part of the plan...HIS plan, of course. Once its on the map, he will be sure that its something HE decided to do. And this is just the beginning!
WARNING! Watch this to not be fooled by artificial diamonds ...or may be not fooled: it is for you to decide what is the 'meaning' of the diamond. Mmmm...3 synthetic or 1 natural?
DANI: Stupid diamonds! Every time Bani starts crying about this stone I mentally compare it to a trip to Bali for 1 month or a racing scooter or...damn! let's be open here..few thousand dollars! Come on! Be reasonable! It is just a shiny toy for you, but financial monster for me.
Blondes
BANI: I call them 'whores' ... with love though (I used to be one myself), no offense. Now, I prefer to be natural - more classy, more sophisticated, and my hair is way softer and shinier. The only thing that bothers me is Dani's anxious look towards some passing blonde that I guess reminds him of the past, his lovely but miserable past that is still on his mind. I hate this moment, and feel like dyeing my hair again, but something stops me... perhaps, it is the feeling when every man looks at you with a smirk on his face: up and down, up and down... I just got tired of that and am proud of not being blonde any more!
DANI: Blondes, I love you sincerely even though Bani hates me for that. I would follow you in metro, on the streets, in the halls replacing my initial destination by the bleach blond dream. And honestly, girls, please, save me from this kind of conversations: 'Oh! Oh! Don't you see, she bleached her hair? Don't you see! Look, look!'
I don't care! Why? Because all other guys will be jealous about me having a blonde. The explanation is somewhere there...in genes.
WARNING! Watch this to not be fooled by artificial diamonds ...or may be not fooled: it is for you to decide what is the 'meaning' of the diamond. Mmmm...3 synthetic or 1 natural?
DANI: Stupid diamonds! Every time Bani starts crying about this stone I mentally compare it to a trip to Bali for 1 month or a racing scooter or...damn! let's be open here..few thousand dollars! Come on! Be reasonable! It is just a shiny toy for you, but financial monster for me.
Blondes
BANI: I call them 'whores' ... with love though (I used to be one myself), no offense. Now, I prefer to be natural - more classy, more sophisticated, and my hair is way softer and shinier. The only thing that bothers me is Dani's anxious look towards some passing blonde that I guess reminds him of the past, his lovely but miserable past that is still on his mind. I hate this moment, and feel like dyeing my hair again, but something stops me... perhaps, it is the feeling when every man looks at you with a smirk on his face: up and down, up and down... I just got tired of that and am proud of not being blonde any more!
DANI: Blondes, I love you sincerely even though Bani hates me for that. I would follow you in metro, on the streets, in the halls replacing my initial destination by the bleach blond dream. And honestly, girls, please, save me from this kind of conversations: 'Oh! Oh! Don't you see, she bleached her hair? Don't you see! Look, look!'
I don't care! Why? Because all other guys will be jealous about me having a blonde. The explanation is somewhere there...in genes.