
03-31-2008, 03:23 PM
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I am the evil monkey in your closet
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Join Date: May 2007
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How about instead of gold digger we read a poon-digger ad?
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i'm a producer dammit, why won't women have sex with me?!
Date: 2008-03-05, 4:22PM PST
for the life of me, i can't seem to figure out what's going on here. i did all the things that i thought i was supposed to do to put myself in position to score ungodly amounts of hollywood poon. i got an undergrad degree in business from nyu. then i move to LA and complete the Peter Stark producing program at USC. while there i take full advantage of the networking and resume building connections that such an educational stint provides. i graduate and get a job with a major studio. i have a business card with my name on it. under my name is my job title.
"producer."
so where are the legions of young starlets aching for me to tongue-[censored] their puckered brown-eyes?
i mean, look, when i was 15 i read robert evans' autobiography, "the kid stays in the picture." there i was, short, mildly chubby, pimple-faced, cursed with a hideous jewfro, unable to get even a nut massage from the homeliest looking humans at horace mann in possession of vaginas, but i figured that if portly, profusely perspirating gasbags like don simpson can have bitches cat-fighting over who gets to blow the next rail off of his diseased cock, certainly i can get laid modestly well if i became a producer.
now i go out to parties and clubs and tell women that i'm a producer and they look at me as if i told them that i have [censored]ing SARS! every night ends with me cruising pornotube at 3am in search of just the right clip to sufficiently inspire me to rub one out into a goldtoe nylon sock.
WTF?!
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