Gen, I'm hurt you hate me. I've been crying about the sad state of our affairs during the past minute. Unfortunately, for a whore who's living proof man fucked buffalo, you're one dumb filthy cunt so desperate for work, nobody wants to hire you except for a handfull of $400 scene Internet sites. It's funny when you negotiate with a porn company. You always have to bring up your cancer. I would feel pity for an ugly mutt who I wouldn't fuck with my rat faced grandpa's cock, but here's the facts ...

You're a class act.

You got pissed on for $50 at Extreme.


You swallowed the loads of 100 strangers for JM.

You have done sex scenes for $300 on Internet sites like a good little hooker.

You took a load directly into your eyeball for $200.

I suppose your UCLA education really helped guide your career. You're so fucking butt ugly, few agencies will even take a bloated gopher like you with a nose bigger than Pinnochio.

Am I lying?

Remember, my offer still stands. I've never pissed on a whore but I'll do it to you for $100. If you drink it like it's lemonade, I'll give you $200. If you lie on my couch and let all my friends drop loads into your eyeball and fuck your nostrils (trust me, with your nose it'll fit), for 5 hours, I'll give you $1000. I guarantee it in cash.

It'll be the first time you've worked in months. It'll pay for your medical needs, you disease riddled hag.

WW, a real UCLA alum