>So, apparently Ekko owed money to some people and got shot
>I mean, this is NYC, so it's not like that's some crazy ass thing to happen, but we film in one day and we need a porn star
>Sam tells me he's working on it
>Mark comes in and is not happy
>He knew Ekko's brother or some shit
>What kind of name is Ekko?
>Anyway, Mark and I are sort of talking behind Sam's back
>Mark too is suspicious of the money, and thinks Sam is probably tied into drugs or worse
>Remember when I was just making VHS tape box art?
>Mark has an idea
>The idea is simple - basically I will be in the porno, but my face won't be shown
>Mark claims that this should give Sam incentive to give me a shit ton of money and Mark can claim he needs money too, since the plans changed so suddenly
>I have never been in a porno before
>Well, I have, but just my breathing
>"Come on, Anon, you can do this!"
>"You're the best, Anon!"
>Ten o clock
>Call that chick from across the hall
>No one answers
>I spend the rest of the night wondering if Ekko was even that dude's real name
i know you guys like this shit
front facing pepe=best pepe
>Now I'm into the gay porn industry
>Am I a fucking faggot or what
The band thing is... this is all absolutely true. I know the OP, I am friends with the girl from the other building. A shame what happened to her.
OP I've literally driven halfway across the country I live on, in the time I've been following this (it's an island, granted, but not a small one). Or jogged, broke up with someone and took a shower.
FUCK I'M GOING TO FLUSH MY BRAINS FINNISH THE FUCKING STORY
what about a back facing pepe? checkmate
>The day comes
>Again, no pun intended
>Mark swears no one will see my face
>Unless you want them to
>So here I am, in the room with Chad, Mark, and Sam
>Sam has promised me an executive producer credit under the alias 'Josh Simms'
>He has promised Mark and I a very large sum of cash
>He still has no clue I plan on leaving
>I am about to make a film
>I am about to be jerked off to by a shit ton of Mexicans
>And I'm not even 20
>So, I ask to film the speaking scenes on one day and the sex scenes on another to prolong this shit
>Sam says good idea since I'm a newbie
>Yeah, a newbie alright
>One of my lines is "Nice tie"
>To which Chad replies "Thanks, nice ass."
>I have to do like six takes because I can't stop laughing
>Realize, as Chad tells me time and time again that I have a nice ass, what I'm doing
>I've got to get out of this mess
>But if I leave, I'll miss out on all that money
>Decide to keep going, record all my scenes, including one where my dick is seen from behind a water cooler
>Sam tells me good job, I won't regret this, etc.
>Go home, dreading the next day's filming
>I call that girl to see what she's doing
>A guy answers the phone
>I hang up
>I wonder what I would be doing today had I not picked up that newspaper three years ago
this could very well be an epic thread...give OP a chance,,,,
one of the mysteries of life
I'm out.. taking way too long.
Unless there is more when I post hehe
its just like a dentist chair or something the torture comes from the straps not anything electric
MAN YOU BETTER TURN THIS INTO A NOVEL OR SOMETHING
Call it "Chad Potter and the Fifthy Grey Mexicans"
I know but it triggers my autism, anon. I'm one of those faggots who'll look at a porn taking place in an office and go, "Wait! That secretary's keyboard isn't even connected to anything! THE USB PLUG IS JUST HANGING THERE!"
he's gunna give you an inspection alright
no absolutely its not gay.
source: i am 100% not gay
oh idk ive never been to a gynecologist
Nigger I'm talking like the old school dedicated keyboard input plug. Back when there was a special one for the kb and a special one for the mouse. I use the term USB because I forget what they're called.
so, I did a quick screencap of what has been going on this far.
Gia Demarco, Noah Brooks, and Danni Daniels. Enjoy!
googling "stirrup" only results in horse saddle shit tho
>Alrighty, so the day has come
>The plan is for me to give it to Chad, and then for Mark to give it to Chad, and then for both of them to -
>You get the idea
>I'm not really some homophobic dude, but this shit is unnerving
>We film the scenes
>Then we do the obligatory breathing into the mic with Sam
>Whelp, I am officially a porn star
>Not really a star, but you get the idea
>Go home that night, start to breakdown
>I have all this money (for a kid in NYC) but my life choices have obviously been questionable
>I call that girl again
>She answers and tells me not to call her again
>I am in the office early, making box art for the film we made so that I can make sure my face/name isn't on there
>Mark comes in, congratulates me
>Starts massaging my shoulders
>What the fuck?
>I tell him that, despite my actions, I'm not gay
>He tells me that makes no sense
>I basically tell him to fuck off
>I need to quit this job - and soon, move to another state or something
>Leave early, go to my parents house and talk with them, don't tell them much except that my job is getting pretty shady and I want to go back to school, maybe for programming or graphic design or some shit
>They tell me that's a good idea
>There is a message on the answering machine
>Anon? It's me
>I need to tell you something...I'm in Mexico...I don't think we can make anymore films
>But he's pissed and hangs up on me
>I wonder what the starting salary is for a graphic designer with an associates degree
I'm not sure what's going on in this thread.
Can someone please explain everything from the beginning in detail. Thaaaaanks.
Some old school feature-length stuff is p. cool. Like italian giallo shit.
the round ones are called ps/2
before that, 9 pin serials for mice and AT/ISA for keyboards.
Yer this Tory has really turned out to be good
Hope the ending is worth it all
Op could probs wright and book/movie about how this shit and get ton of money
Also that would probs be quicker then him typing it here
why it's true
didnt say i dont believe you
yeah she's really quite masculine too. sorry anon but this is a gay porn story after all
Op is always a fag
But op is a good fag today
Read the thread faggot
Also dont post shitskins
>I wonder what the starting salary is for a graphic designer with an associates degree
Oh come on. This ending sucks.
Look at all the movies until the early 1990s, they all had excellent endings. What have writers lost in the mid 1990s that all books and movies suck at the ending?
I saw Jesse Eisenberg at a grocery store in Los Angeles. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Because they are an element of danger. You should try bringing a pocket knife or even exacto into sex sometime. If you're really adventurous, move the play to areas like the neck.
Personally, I can rarely even get off if there isn't at least a slight danger of mortality.
>implying I'm done yet
Don't discredit me so fast, this is all real and I have to recall it from memory.
>Run to the office to see if Mark is there
>I go across the hall to the porno set
>This is bad
>All those Mexicans presumably know everything
>They know my name
>I wait in the office for what seems like hours
>Finally, the phone rings
>Please tell me you're okay
>Sam tells me he has been holding back on payments to the Mexicans, and that most of Mark and I's salary increases came this way
>He is sorting things out with them
>May need me to burn some tapes
>What the fuck?
>Sam reads off some numbers - catalog placements for the tapes and tells me to burn those
>Yeah, yeah, sure, just come home safe okay, Sam?
>He tells me he will
>I smash those tapes with a hammer, because it's NYC and I dont want to start a fire
>I don't even watch them
>I have never been more afraid in my life
I wonder if they're responsible for this as well?
Shit that locks down your retard kid.
Eastern is the only legitimate one. It's the one this story took place in and it's the one Jesus was using when he wrote the Bible. These other so-called time zones are Satanic Pagan nonsense invented by the Cathylicks and Muslims because they hat Jesus and Christians so much.
I kek'd, made this for you.
>So, for three weeks I don't even go to work
>Mark calls me one day and apologizes, tells me he has heard from Sam
>Sam had an ''accounting error" with the Mexicans
>And he had to sort things out with them
>He's on his way home
>Am ecstatic because that means I can finally quit this job and make something out of my life
>Go to the office after a couple days, Sam is there
>He is a lot thinner, clearly he has not eaten well in a while
>Tells me I am like a son to him, he wants me to have another raise, be in more films, etc.
>Tell him I can't do it
>I need to move on
>He says okay
>Him, not me
>Fast forward to 2009
>Still living in NYC as a freelance copywriter/graphic designer
>Have not talked to any of the FunShot crew in nearly a decade
>Loving my life, got a great girlfriend, a fun job
>One day, get the mail
>Bill, bills, bills
>A letter from Sam
>Actually, it's not 'from him'
>It is a funeral invitation
>Start to tear up
>Find out Sam committed suicide after being diagnosed with prostate cancer
>Decide to attend the funeral
>No one is there, except for a pastor and an older woman who tells me she worked with Sam when he opened his first gas station
>I am kind of sad Mark isn't there, because I have always wanted to tell him I'm sorry for sort of being a douche the day after filming
>Walk up to Sam
>Pat his head
>"Come breathe with me," I whisper under my breath
>Turn around, my time here is up, I have a new life now
>My mind flashes back to that newspaper ad
>I should have stayed in Idaho
I HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING FOR ALMOST TWO HOURS HURRY UP YOU FAT FUCK