Dear Mike,

I just framed your letter after jerking off to it.

I bring you guys porn last week and now you complain? I yell because I have to. How else is a room full of 70 degenerates going to hear me and follow instructions? You know, the SAME instructions at each bukkake. Yes, the box cover shots are hell. No one likes moving in real close to the other guys, but it's a small price to pay to jack off onto a whore's face for a few minutes.

I'm sorry Jim didn't hire Emily Post to shoot the bukkakes, but I don't say 'excuse me' when I bump into you guys because it will show up on the audio and can't be edited out while the jizz is glistening on the young lady's face.

It's admirable that you took time out of your busy day to write this letter. You should start a bukkake union.

-Gia
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"What I do know is that if Karen Carpenter and Mama Cass Elliot had shared that sandwich they'd both be alive today." -Michael K