At last count I've been fired by the moguls in the Valley nineteen times. For an industry that prides itself on fucking it took me a surprisingly long time to simply say, "Fuck it." Walking into a production meeting with a dogeared and blue-jacket treatment for a film you know can make millions, yet being shown the door in the time it takes for the latest bimbo to slip out of her panties, takes a toll on a man's pecker.
What do you do when they won't work with you?
You work for yourself.
I give you XzillaRation Pictures Ltd. More than that, soon I will deliver the motion picture that made it all happen. If you're an insider you've probably heard about it. If you're not an insider, even better. Welcome. This is for you. There are no outsiders here, only insiders who haven't come . . . inside.
The picture is The LubeSlinger. If you have an appetite for juicy hot bitches and big-cocked studs, then you're going to want to visit this page in the days and weeks ahead to see what it's all about.
I am still walking bowlegged from that shoot over the weekend!
ReplyDeleteIt's a testament to your professionalism that you can even walk at all. I asked for much from you, and you delivered each and every time. You're my muse, baby!
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