Originally Posted by Sands

Listen, this is the adult industry. That means there are no rules. None. Because we're all deviant sin-spreading heathens that take the most beautiful expression of human love -- procreation -- and twist it into a grotesque spectacle with whips, chains, and sometimes poo. There is no room for morals by virtue of what we do, so why lose any sleep over big sponsors secretly creating and funding disgustingly unethical tube sites, or cross-selling surfers into adamant promises of never paying for porn again, or even infringing upon the trademark of a gigantic software company that could, with the bat of an eye lash, bury you so far down that your feet will be poking out of some Chinese farmers rice paddy.

This is anarchy, baby! The wild west! Come join the show so you can jump into the clown car and spin your wheels under the big top. Or you can even become a high-flying trapeze artist that spins, flips, and glides over accountability for heinous and unforgivably greedy actions. It's all good under the clitoral hood, so grab your keyboard and check your conscience at the door. You're stepping up to the big leagues of dubious deceit!

What does it matter how you get the money, just so long as you get it! Trust me, kiddo, any morsel of regret you may feel will quickly disappear once you're holding a thick wad of hundos in your sweaty hands. You might be 75 lbs overweight and struggling with confidence issues caused by male pattern baldness, but dammit man, this isn't a task for the weak-willed. You've got to have the eye of the tiger, the strength of a bear, and the acumen of a hawk. And if you don't have those, well... there's always 9 to 5.