boy

I'm American Boy 2000, but just call me boy. Guess what! I turn shit into Dollars! I've made a fortune in the U.S. selling my screenplays all over fucking Hollywood. Like I don't have to move as much as a finger to satisfy ALL OF MY NEEDS in the blink of an eye. I'd pay people to wipe my ass if I want it. Can you imagine that shit? Yeah, I know you'll be too jealous to imagine. Or your imagination is kind of stuck in the 60ies and you just can't get out of these good old times when every fucking old fart with a gun and a whisky bottle and a White Trash life called himself drinking, swearing and rubbing his dirty, ugly dick a body of art. No worries, men. I'm gonna show you how to get out of that misery!