In the tight brotherhood of pornbloggeurs (we all live in the same house – last week Lurk Ford brought home a Slurpee machine in his van that some 7-11 owner had thrown out. He and Mike South have been tinkering with it for a while and I’m hoping it’ll be ready by the time Pamela Peaks comes over) sometimes we hit depressive patches, like freshman girls syncopating their menses by the time Thanksgiving break rolls around. It happened to Dcypher and Fayner a little while ago.
Now the jocular Jimmy D has wreathed himself in shadow, like darkness issuing out of Mordor.
“Comraderie in the jizz biz is an illusion. It only is in effect when it serves the purposes of individuals and companies. For the most part, people don’t give a shit about you and you probably don’t give a shit about them. You and they merely give a shit about what each of us might mean to each other in terms of achieving our goals, ambitions, and desires. That’s not to say there’s not exceptions to this, but for the most part, it is what it is and, in your heart-of-hearts, most of you already know this.”
I’m’a go back to the tobacco lobby where I have real friends. But remember: Gram Gives A Shit™.
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