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That's something to see allright, but there may be legal issues preventing this theme. Some companies even have talent disclosure recorded so that no one can accuse the company of forcing talent to perform under the influence. Or I guess directors can just shoot an empty room and call it drug-porn because there'd be whole day of flakey addict no-shows.



This reminds me of one of the seminal events (pardon the pun) in my downward spiral into angry degeneracy. When I was a freshman in college, I knew this girl I'd dated in high school who went to Columbia. I don't know if it was New York or Columbia or what, but overnight she turned into an über-socially advanced womym (read: a smart, snobby cunt). She gave me a book titled Everything Men Know About Women. And the funny ha-ha was that all the pages were blank. She thought this was sooo damn funny. She taunted me day after day, asking if I'd read her book yet. Over the next three years my two best friends and I got routinely drunk (especially if we were all single), and filled in the book with some truly twisted things. A week before graduating, I put the damn thing in her mail box. An hour later (I hadn't so much as looked at this whore in several years) she calls me crying like someone killed her kitten, asking how I could be so cruel and hateful. I don't think anyone had been mind-fucked so badly until the first whore came into Gag Factor and hadn't really seen what was going to happen.

Thanks Gia...those were some fun days.