Porn Shop Employee’s Know Best? Doubt It.
by admin on Oct.31, 2008, under Rants
So I got into a heated argument with a friend about the perils of sex with people in Daytona and how you can simply catch something if a Spring Breaker coughs on you. There was this lil twit behind me that had to put in his advice about the topic and his entire reason for being educated was that he, "Works In An Adult Toy Store."
Naturally, I laid into him about how he cannot hack it in a real job other then selling over the counter dildo’s and he left with a face redder then a bitch slapped Indian.
Losers that work in porn shops piss me off
Just because you work in a porn shop does not mean you are Rico Suave,’ it means your middle aged, fat, balding, most likely a drop out with the IQ of a cum stain, and the only pussy you will ever get comes inside bubble wrap on sale for about $19.99 on the clearance rack and runs off of 2 double A batteries.
You are not a pimp, you are not a master of relationships. The last relationship feud you had was over who gets to roam the shaft of your cock, be it your index finger or your pinky! The last argument you most likely had with a member of the opposite sex was when your mommy dropped your laundry, while bringing it down to you in the basement that you most likely still live in, while you sat at the computer playing Solitaire like the loser you were splooged out to be.
You hold the same equivalence as those losers that get capped on TV for bringing candy to lil kids in hopes of learning what a shaved snatch is before a razor can touch it you sick pathetic freak.
I hate people that think that just because they work in a porn shop makes them the complete master of everything that has to do with sex and love. Just because you make your income from selling plastic vagina’s doesn’t mean you are Dr. Ruth!
I hope you jerk off and get that lil vein beneath your shaft caught in your fake Wal-Mart ring so that it rips out ,and you bleed to death, and die a horrible death you god damned aging dirty hippy.
God I hate people that jump in my conversations like they even compare to my God bestowed final words.
