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It's a "Gimmie," Don. Skurt will never see a Grammy.



It's possible one of his "clients" could have one and allow it to be used that way. You never stated that the Grammy would have been his, only that it would have joined countless other objects penetrating his ass.



Don, I'm guess this is how your life is. You wake up, cursing God that you have to live another day as you, then you drag your morbidly obese fat ass to the bathroom where you look in the mirror and curse God again for being as ugly as you are, then you think to yourself, I am so fucking ugly, fat, unsuccessful, anonymous, who is the opposite of me? Who can I hang all of my self-hatred on? Who embodies everything that I wished I could be? that's when you think of me, Don. That's when your obsessive hatred of me takes over. you wanna be me soooo bad, Don. That's when you post fifty million times about me. You've lost all impartiality here, Don. Nobody will every take anything you say about me as an unbiased opinion of me. Everyone will always take your opinion of me with the proverbial grain of salt. What do you hope to win? you can't beat me, Don. Ever. Nothing you will ever do will have one. single. solitary. impact on my life. You've been trying to destroy me for years now. And what has it gotten you? Nothing. Not one damn thing. Just an embarrassingly large collection of obsessive rants about me that has completely undermined you and rendered whatever influence you ever thought you had with YOU KNOW WHO completely useless. Everyone sees you for what you really are Don, a morbidly obese wannabe who thinks he's gonna make a name for himself trying to tear me down. You have no power in the adult biz, Don. You never did. You're just too stupid to realize when people are humoring you to make you go away you fat fuck. And stop harassing the girls! I can't tell you how many chicks in the biz have said how creepy you are. Wake up before you waste your entire life on hating on me, Don. But when I am the most exciting thing in your life (so much that you even post about me on Sundays) I see why you just can't let me go, you fucking loser.