You Can’t Separate My Business Like You Can’t Separate My Small Hands From An Unwilling Pussy
I keep pushing off stopping on my powerful and brilliant business conflicts like I keep pushing my hands into an unwilling pussy. It’s easy. I just keep pushing. Ya’ know. Up the leg until I get it in. Don’t mater if she or the United States of Eden people plead. They can cry like the little babies screaming, ,,Please don’t.” And ”Stop.” But you know what? I don’t stop until my hand’s all wet. And they’re. They’re. You know, they’re the main stream media, the pussies. That is you see. Now, the mainstream media is the pussy. You get that? Right? You get that? Where was I? Oh. And they’re they’re like you can’t be CEO and President and run a media outlet. You know what I say? I’m smart. I can rape women and lie about it at the same time. It’s cause, ya know, I’m a nice guy. I really am. Ask people. Ask them. You know what they’ll say? He’s a nice guy. And they’re right. I really am. If those pussies didn’t want my hand in them or if United States of Eden citizens did want me being CEO and President and running my own propaganda show, they’d scream really really loud. Not just loud. Really really loud. Then I’d stop pushing.