The best Sales person on the universe!

JB,
wanna sell me this marker for al good things I've done for you?

I would like to offer you $100 for old times sake,
sell me his loyalty!
;-)))

And you will end up just like they did on trading places, you bum!

not if YOU take my "bullet" for me
;-)))



http://ww3.sextoysex.com/sex/start/v...&a=nickdarkink

hahahahahhahahaha,
now I know what's going on and WHY you wanna take JB's bullet!
;_))))

Tell your MOM to get energizer next time, she wore the batteries out!!

BT,
there is nothing wrong with taking the bullet from your boss,
if you like that sort of things
;-)))

Serge, your right! you should put our sig as much as you waste time on this board, get paid for it! it's 9 am so I gotta work today so tell your mom I got a new set of batteries!!! Have a wonderful day!!!

hmm, I guess you should have made that 'Allleged' garbage picker.

I would hate to see you end up in court for libel.

Care to make a retraction?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Well, it would seem your up for the most gullible person of the year award.

Its ok though BT, lots of gullible people go on to live happy, normal lives with medication.

TrafficCashGold needs more content for Thumbnail Galleries, especially for their new sites and more than 12 pics per site would be a help.

BT,

Seriously, are you that shallow that you have to talk
about someones mother?

Grow the fuck up already.

BT, my mom says you are a MORON....any comments?

Voodoo,
this is ALL JB allows him to say...
he is a shield!
His mission is to make fool of himself and divert attention from the deficiencies of the company
;-))

I find this interesting. You think someone suggesting you rent from your parents is insulting to your parents. Maybe they're the ones living in a run down mobile home in crack town in a leaking trailer, and that's why it would be insulting them to suggest you rent from them. Is that why you're so comfortable living in your own shitbox mobile home? It must be how you grew up.

So sorry, I can only wish I was the one to originally bring back your childhood memories instead of dustbunny.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Serge, we better be careful,
we could wind up missing.



Don't worry dustbunny, if you end up missing, Ill
make sure the authorities see that post.

Well, at least we know how honest *you* are now, considering what you believe to be an honest person with integrity. So, since you'd take a bullet for him, does that also mean you'd go to jail for him? Start packing, as that way you'll be ready if the time comes that it happens.

If the ladies love you, just think how much the jailbird men will love you! Lube. Lots of lube.

Oh, wait, I copy and paste other peoples lyrics too.

Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing

My bad....Director of Communications AND Corporate Attorney.

[QUOTE]Originally posted by CraigA

My bad....Director of Communications AND Corporate Attorney. [/QUOTE

Craig, please don't confuse me with Workman.

Thanks

Wow I have the same one but it came to be used in this cock ring that has a built in dildo for double penetration. That thing's pretty fucking sweet.

copy..... paste! This is more like it

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
Niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night [ha ha]
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
Fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Gaurd your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millioniare
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha]
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W jers.
Where plenty of murders occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these [???]
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another knotch
And your [?"Pop stars" pops?] and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You's a B-writer
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
Soften the Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh]
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run [ha ha]
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh]
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
Fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
Fuck Mobb Deep,
Fuck Biggie,
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
Fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
Fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
Fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

seems like the "double penetration" will be a way to go for a some folks in not too distant future
;-)))

BT,
will you send us the pic of your ass after "double penetration"?
;-)))

..and after taking "bullet"
;-))

BT,

BT,

<clap clap>

Do you all have to get your posts approved by JB prior to posting?

Im done with the peons of NetMgt, Will the real (In my honest opinion) shady one there please stand up?

What a great game last night guys!! Go Marlins...

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Hell yeah, GO FISH!!!

BT,
how many bullets can your ass take?

Serge

Its rumored that it can handle enough to be on Ripley's
Believe it or not.

opinions vary, ASS-BREATH!!

Your starting to sound all discombobulated now.

Everything OK? If there is anything I can do for
you, please, dont hesitate to call upon me, Im
here to help you, help yourself become a better
person.

And you would know this, how? I know - it's from that time you tried to grab Kirk and kiss him and got all upset because Kirk wanted nothing to do with you, so you decided to lie and say he has ass-breath. Nice. From what the ladies have said, it's you that has the ass-breath, BT.

Didn't ya ever wonder why they don't want anything to do with you? Or are you one of those clueless bitches?

He'll find out if he gets to "take that bullet" (i.e., go to jail) for JB. Or was it that you wanted to go to jail *with* JB and be his butt-buddy bitch? Maybe that was it.

Either way, everyone will know just how many bullets his ass can take.

BT,
who is she?

Nah Don't give him that much credit, he is a clueless employee, nothing more, nothing less.
The courts dont want the minows, only the big fish.

It's ok BT, when you come work for me, Ill treat you right.

...with lots of lube?
;-)))

By that time, he won't need the lube, if he even needs it now.

Could BT win an Xbox with this thread?

Only time will tell.

On second thought, Ill be at oprano.com
if you would like to further this discussion.

Ill leave a thread open for your comments,
if you have the balls to post there.

anyone interested in public access internet terminals...it's a great investment

Nice thread. I can feel the love between both parties.

Hows those terminal sales going bushwacker

Furious_Male..........it could be better

ahhh you just started. How many have you set up so far?

They are selling really well, and I have a couple of deals pending.

great!
JB signed the paper in front of the witnesses that he'd pay me 2% royalties..

If you can get them in the airports, your set.

Yeah airport and hotels....some investors have been placing them in coffee shops and doing well also.

icq# 306234382 if you are interested in buying a few dozen terminals

How much are those going for?

Now that's a sight for sore eyes!! "Don't hate the game cuz it's not gonna stop me!!!"

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