You knew that successful businessmen are mostly scammers.

Money come from what? From people. And these fuckers sold you fucking mop you ain't fucking need. They got richer, and you got poorer. Ofc if vacuuming up your cock with some Dyson sucker is a L then ok - like my post and fuck off.

Thing is, a lot of guys here have built their businesses/ projects/ startups, mostly in crypto. What you need in crypto? To fill up a balloon. How the builder gets money? Blowing into that balloon (hype x your money) then he gnaw a little hole in that ballon (not big, if he's not that much retarded) and starting taking out what you gave out, full of hopes and desires.

And now I surrounded here with all these fucking cocksuckers that see people as a sack of profit. You know, on the contrary I see those mfers as a sacks of shit.

Well, lot of variables here, not everyone is a scammer, but look what am I about:

One day, Danny asked me to make up his garden (I'm a gardener);

You know, I have allergy for rats (my palm got red after I shook hands with D) and grass (I'm from deserted region and everything there has an allergy for chlorophyll).

So, I have a stupid Danny standing around picking his nose and the fucking garden with a shitty white terrace.

So what I did? Fuck, try to guess. I told you about my allergies not for just like that.

My ass started to hurt.

Well, my intestines started to squirm.

Hell what else could I do to this; of course I started to took a shit. Yes, in that fucking garden. No, Danny was there, he saw everything. Miserable part is, this fucking nigga ain't gave me a toilet paper at least. OR AT LEAST FARCASTER'S WHITEPAPER!

Hell, what could I do. Fuck, I swept out my ass with my right palm. Did the thing and walked away. Told Danny "you know what, in our lands we have a tradition to shake hands three times: first - when you meet someone, second - when you organise a deal with someone; the third one - when you done the thing and now you say farewell".

You know, it's not exactly truth (no I'm not a scammer like those mfers in the beginning), at least I have a story to tell you now.

I already shook hands with D when I met him (then my palm turned red🐀).

Now, the second blow's turn.

I took a shit, wiped my ass up with my bare hand and approached D that been standing there still picking up his nose but now he does something in his trousers.

I still don't know why that smiling nincompoop didn't notice that my hand was in shit. The shit was under my nails too. Perhaps he was thinking how he would be eating my shit; you know, we talked for a while and the more I talked to him the more angry and sad he became; perhaps because my poop was cooling down and he would need to heat it up somehow (perhaps jerk off on the pile of my shit to add some warm protein sauce)!

After we done with talking, I said "oh, I forgot something". Thing I forgot is to mock my hands in my little pile of shit. I came to D again, grabbed his jaw with these shitted up hands and started to feel him everywhere I could. He started to tasting my fingers. Oh, also I painted my face like Rembo with my 3 fingers I put the biggest amount of shit on. So Danny started to lick my face. He wanted me. He sniffed pheromones. I saw someone has seen this, D noticed it too and suddenly he slapped my face. I saw a black figure here, bald had, a lot of muscles and with, more interesting, three legs.

I left, giggling but I tried to show that I'm horribly frustrated. Inside, I was happy as fuck that I've covered the founder of purple arch with my own fucking shit! Can you believe that!? Although I was red everywhere as this fucker touched every square inch of my body (he also got to my anus and gently licked crumbs of my creation that sticked to the hair of my ass hole).

Well, at least after my ritual, white ass Danny would be matching that mysterious silhouette of a black fag nigga with a 12.5 inch cock that has been standing in a window frame.

You knew that successful businessmen are mostly scammers.

Money come from what? From people. And these fuckers sold you fucking mop you ain't fucking need. They got richer, and you got poorer. Ofc if vacuuming up your cock with some Dyson sucker is a L then ok - like my post and fuck off.

Thing is, a lot of guys here have built their businesses/ projects/ startups, mostly in crypto. What you need in crypto? To fill up a balloon. How the builder gets money? Blowing into that balloon (hype x your money) then he gnaw a little hole in that ballon (not big, if he's not that much retarded) and starting taking out what you gave out, full of hopes and desires.

And now I surrounded here with all these fucking cocksuckers that see people as a sack of profit. You know, on the contrary I see those mfers as a sacks of shit.

Well, lot of variables here, not everyone is a scammer, but look what am I about:

One day, Danny asked me to make up his garden (I'm a gardener);

You know, I have allergy for rats (my palm got red after I shook hands with D) and grass (I'm from deserted region and everything there has an allergy for chlorophyll).

So, I have a stupid Danny standing around picking his nose and the fucking garden with a shitty white terrace.

So what I did? Fuck, try to guess. I told you about my allergies not for just like that.

My ass started to hurt.

Well, my intestines started to squirm.

Hell what else could I do to this; of course I started to took a shit. Yes, in that fucking garden. No, Danny was there, he saw everything. Miserable part is, this fucking nigga ain't gave me a toilet paper at least. OR AT LEAST FARCASTER'S WHITEPAPER!

Hell, what could I do. Fuck, I swept out my ass with my right palm. Did the thing and walked away. Told Danny "you know what, in our lands we have a tradition to shake hands three times: first - when you meet someone, second - when you organise a deal with someone; the third one - when you done the thing and now you say farewell".

You know, it's not exactly truth (no I'm not a scammer like those mfers in the beginning), at least I have a story to tell you now.

I already shook hands with D when I met him (then my palm turned red🐀).

Now, the second blow's turn.

I took a shit, wiped my ass up with my bare hand and approached D that been standing there still picking up his nose but now he does something in his trousers.

I still don't know why that smiling nincompoop didn't notice that my hand was in shit. The shit was under my nails too. Perhaps he was thinking how he would be eating my shit; you know, we talked for a while and the more I talked to him the more angry and sad he became; perhaps because my poop was cooling down and he would need to heat it up somehow (perhaps jerk off on the pile of my shit to add some warm protein sauce)!

After we done with talking, I said "oh, I forgot something". Thing I forgot is to mock my hands in my little pile of shit. I came to D again, grabbed his jaw with these shitted up hands and started to feel him everywhere I could. He started to tasting my fingers. Oh, also I painted my face like Rembo with my 3 fingers I put the biggest amount of shit on. So Danny started to lick my face. He wanted me. He sniffed pheromones. I saw someone has seen this, D noticed it too and suddenly he slapped my face. I saw a black figure here, bald had, a lot of muscles and with, more interesting, three legs.

I left, giggling but I tried to show that I'm horribly frustrated. Inside, I was happy as fuck that I've covered the founder of purple arch with my own fucking shit! Can you believe that!? Although I was red everywhere as this fucker touched every square inch of my body (he also got to my anus and gently licked crumbs of my creation that sticked to the hair of my ass hole).

Well, at least after my ritual, white ass Danny would be matching that mysterious silhouette of a black fag nigga with a 12.5 inch cock that has been standing in a window frame.