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Im going to be nice and say nothing.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.Comment
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Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva cool (cool)
You throwin up the North(north) but I dont know you (nope)
I'm fuckin plenty bitches (bitches) sippin plenty crisses (crisses)
You frowin up like a nigga don't supposed too
I'm mobbin wit my tools (tools) don't make me act a fool (fool)
But I'm a have to if ya homies can't control you (yup)
You steppin on my shoes (shoes) breakin all the rules (rules)
Can ya fight? Why them niggaz gotta hold you?
You talk a good game (game) but I don't wanna play (play)
I ain't gone let ya pause (pause) you ain't gone get away (nope)
I'll leave ya layin flat (flat) I'll leave ya people cryin (cryin)
You blamed it on yo high (why) cause you got flat-lined (yup)
I'm Yo Gotti cause (cuz) fuck who you thought I was (was)
I really shot them choppers (choppers) I really sold them drugs (drugs)
I really mess wit Star (star) we really bought the bar (bar)
We really on that goose and we don't really fuck wit y'allComment
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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.


Fuck You Sands.Comment
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and for those who want to use this but don't wanna be restricted to promoting DH's bullshit, because you know, hes a shady fucker... i made this for everyone
http://www.retoxmedia.com/imads/
“If you can convince the lowest white man he’s better than the best colored man, he won’t notice you’re picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he’ll empty his pockets for you.”Comment
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I like you man, just know itand for those who want to use this but don't wanna be restricted to promoting DH's bullshit, because you know, hes a shady fucker... i made this for everyone
http://www.retoxmedia.com/imads/
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Gotta love the Sands post. Those MSN things are very annoying and I'm seeing them everywhere. They are too saturated and slimy for me to use them.Comment
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