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You don't have to be Ron Jeremy to figure that one out.
these games continue as long as women CONTINUE TO pick lying douchebags OVER decent, honest guys.
I was one of the older guys in a Wall St. sales group that had been assembled by a distant relative of the Dean Witter family in the mid-eighties. Our mission was to sell U.S. Government bonds (whether whole bonds or pieces, so-called "discos") that were at the time still yielding in the double digits although we had missed the real money that saw these bonds peak around 16%. In the group there was a young fellow -whose name I recall, but shall not mention here- who had beat a hasty retreat from Florida where over the previous six months he had made over $100M seling "investment grade" diamonds. Not in itself a unique accomplishment except that "Chad Billingsly" -his nom de phone pitch- had done so OVER THE TELEPHONE. By the way, he was nineteen years old. I sat next to Chad until his coke and codeine daily regimen led to his mysterious need to deploy a butcher knife, the handle of which jutted prominently from his brief case. Ars vitam imitat.
