doitbro: How do I figure that price? Well, let’s see, one bottle of piss - discount because it’s chi
doitbro: How do I figure that price? Well, let’s see, one bottle of piss - discount because it’s chilled. First, there’s a big extra tax because I’m an athlete, although that was still smaller than it could be for vintages by guys with a different sport of choice. This bottle was produced using alcohol, so there’s a big fee matching 50% what I spent making the bottle: we both pay more for top-shelf. Plus there’s a small, per-unit, charge when I produce the vintage using soft drinks that have piss sweetening additives, and I made sure to mix my alcohol with plenty of that. Toss on the premium for over 6 inches of cock, plus the premium for being thick of dick, and you arrive at this very fair price. Now, do you want the bottle or not? Because this is just disgusting chilled piss to me, and I would gladly dump it on the ground and forget about this deal entirely. Fuck that’s truly pathetic. I give you that choice and your instinct is to kneel and beg for me to sell you the bottle? Fine, but let’s include a 10% surcharge for wasting my time, and if you spend even one moment arguing then I am dumping this out right here and now. Yeah, that’s it, app out - send the money. Cash for me, piss for you. And look, next time I’ll try to make sure it’s fresh, okay? Just remember that fresh costs extra. I don’t want to hear this kind of whining again. This arrangement is at your filthy request, if you complain even one more time the agreement you made with us will terminate. Do you want that to happen before you try the piss popsicle treats a few of the guys have been developing just for you? That’s exactly what I thought. So I don’t want to hear any more complaining out of you, okay? Just pay up and shut up: no one wants to hear you bitch. -- source link