I'll tell y'all somethin'....

A year ago I left a rather large purveyor of the world's finest coffee (sic) and wandered around drunk on the beach until the severance pay burned out. I needed a job. I needed a suit. I got both in the same week. Within weeks I had set a green world on fire. No cat could sell like I could. And none of these fucks could drink like me, cous.... I held out. I sold like a motherfucker and had these boys shit-scared. Except for my boss. He was gleaming like a freshly polished cock still oozing after a tight squeze. I ran circles around these kids while stinking of bourbon and filthy sex. After a long (too fucking long) day's work I'd go home, burn one down, and catch a ride with the boss for some necessary brown-nosing before the day began just so I could maintain and keep up my rouse whilst I plotted.
I'mma tellin' y'all. If you've got it, you'll get the paper. You'll get the liquor and you'll have your nose in a stinky twat. If that's what y'all want, that's what y'all get.