Holy Cow, it’s Friday. The weekend is close to our grasp and the freedom from cubicles, the freedom from office politics, and the freedom from horribles bosses is near. Let’s start off Friday with pictures of a hot British model named Hannah Martin. Check out the rest of her pictures here and follow her on Twitter here

Following us on Twitter will be your best decision today! – Twitter

Try Not To Laugh While Viewing These 20 Pictures – Caveman Circus

A Few Things 90′s Kids Realize – Ned Hardy

Best Of Friends (20 Pics) – We Rule The Internet

The Attraction Equation between men and women – Awesome Galore

Is There Anyone Hotter? – The Slingshot

The 20 Hottest Photos of Gabriela Rabelo – Heavy

The Bengals take on the Eagles cheerleaders (69 Photos) – The Brigade

This girl is damn freaking hot – Double Viking

Vanessa Hudgens does it up in a bikini – Celeb Jihad

Audrina Patridge Bikini Photos in Los Angeles – G-Celeb

Georgia Salpa Knows How To Lick… An Ice Cream – Pick Me Up News

11 Random Observations About Going on Cancun Spring Break as an Adult - Linkiest

Tattooed Girls Will Always Have a Place Here – Uncoached

Melanie Slade is a WAG I’d like to meet – Regretful Morning

25 Ridiculous Roadside Attractions – Ego TV

Former Bengals Cheerleader Indicted On Sex With Minor Charge – Busted Coverage

Shay Maria Dancing Around For.. Some Reason – F-Listed

Miranda Kerr & Candice Swanepoel Pimp The 2012 SWIM Collection – Moe Jackson

How many LSU cheerleaders we got on this ship? (78 Photos) – The Brigade

Kate Winslet is Frakking Gorgeous – Yeeeah

Wow, Rhian Sugden is so hot she can melt a glacier – Brosome

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I hate to break it to you, but it’s Monday and we are faced with the difficult task of surviving another 40 hour work week. You have two choices, you can lay down and let it defeat you or you can kick it in the ass and move forward in the direction of your dreams and your goals. I think the choice is clear. Here’s an awesome gallery of pics of a hottie named Jazzie to help make your task a little bit more bearable. Check out the rest of her pictures here and follow her on Twitter here

30 Disturbingly Creepy Easter Bunnies – Ned Hardy

How Awesome Is This GIF??? – We Rule The Internet

How to handle road rage like a BOSS – Awesome Galore

Samantha Is A Hot College Girl – The Slingshot

The 20 Hottest Photos of Gabriela Rabelo – Heavy

Esti Ginzburg rides shotgun in the RAM MKIII (29 Photos) – The Brigade

How hot is this bikini clad Asian girl? – Double Viking

Top 10 Sexy Kim Kardashian GIFs – Celeb Jihad

Top 10 Sexy Kim Kardashian GIFs – G-Celeb

The Best Dress Code In The History of Mankind – Linkiest

Eliza Dushku Laying Her Almost Naked Body On Fur – Pick Me Up News

She’s Uncoachable: Nadine Wolfbeiszer is Straight Sexy – Uncoached

Aisleyne Horgan-Wallace will cure your weekend hangover – Regretful Morning

Nadya Suleman Got $8,000 for Those Photos – Yeeeah

25 Ridiculous Roadside Attractions – Ego TV

Selena Gomez Arrives at the Kids Choice Awards – Moe Jackson

Chinese Bro With A Stephon Marbury Face Tattoo & 32 Other Crazy Superfan Tats – Busted Coverage

Afternoon Pick-Me-Up: Gabriela Paganini [Photos] – F-Listed

Melissa Giraldo will induce drooling within seconds – Brosome

Bruce Bueno de Mesquita, author of The Predictioneer’s Game, shares his foolproof method for getting your next car for the lowest price possible.

In a single word, being a drug dealer was exhilarating. Immense rewards, more than I realized at the time, but also unbelievable stress, unavoidable paranoia, and most difficult of all, an existence in a world that does not ‘exist’ by traditional standards.

I can’t speak to what it’s like peddling product on the street or life as a cartel kingpin. But I can tell you what my experience of being a mid level trafficker was like. My entry into trafficking came about suddenly and ended just as quickly, turning those years into blazing memories, grandiose and traumatic. It’s not easy to put into words and probably best said through experience.

Towards the end of my freshman year at a California college, I found out that you could successfully ship weed. But that was only part of the puzzle. What made this all possible was a friend at a prestigious Ivy League school on the East Coast.

We eventually scraped together enough money to buy a quarter pound before the end of the school year. Roughly 1200 dollars at the time and I sent it to my counterpart. It was enjoyed by a small group of friends and that was it. While the profit margin on selling a QP wasn’t bad, several hundred dollars, it wasn’t enough to make clear that putting in the work to build the infrastructure could be more than worthwhile. It was one of the critical move that led to me and this best friend and partner spending the next few years of our lives fine-tuning our trafficking craft.

That summer, I spent in New York, where I was working for a prominent plaintiffs law firm. Already my third summer of working at a law firm, I was dedicated to going to law school and becoming an attorney. But another critical experience put me on the path towards trafficking. While out with my friends one night, we were hassled be police after a fight. Having weed on my person meant I would be spending the night in NY’s central lockup. 

The only white person booked that night made for a lot of conversation. Mostly revolving around the unfortunate circumstances that led to our arrests. But more importantly, the discussions over weed prices in various states, sealed in my mind an opportunity too good to pass up. 

Fast-forward two years; I had made enough connections that I was able to secure a ‘front’. For those who don’t know what that means; you give me a pound, I give you the money two weeks later. This is how most weed is sold, as small time distributers or beginning traffickers don’t usually have the cash to pay for product upfront. 

While I now had the connection to get product without paying upfront, I still had to convince my friend that he could sell a pound. At that point, neither of us had any idea. And the idea of sending 3500 worth of weed, through the mail with no guarantee that it would get there or any guarantee that it would sell, was nerve-wracking to say the least. But I was young and foolish, eager to make money, and willing to take the risk.

With much relief, the pound arrived at our address back East and while it took twice as long to sell than we expected, the profit margin was some 35% of the investment. Giving us a taste of what was to come.

By junior year, my friend and I were basically supplying the entire school with our weed. We were selling three pounds a week minimum. But we were starting to exhaust our residential mailing addresses and struggling to return cash to California in a timely manner. Our sales were limited only by our trafficking infrastructure as opposed to our capital, because at this point, my connections were happy to supply the product.

Sometime around the end of the first semester junior year is when we started losing product. We lost our first package, a three pack worth roughly 12 grand which was a substantial hit and easily cut our cash on hand in half. Common sense might have told us to quit while ahead. But we (by this point) were still willing to take astronomical risks because how else can two unemployed colleges students make three grand a week? So after letting any heat die down, we went back to business.

Coming back to the second semester, we caught two fairly large breaks in both intelligence and connections. Not only did we find a way to pass commercial shipping security tests, we secured an ‘in’ at the Law School mailroom where we could send literally any amount of packages – and for the next several years, we never lost product to this location.

Towards the end of our Junior year, we had solved a lot of our risk issues and had been able to increase our shipments to 5 pounds a week (sometimes more). Saving up enough cash so that our prices in California allowed us to make some 2 grand on average per pound.

We were eager to make the rest of the school year count and knew that several major events were coming up. This is when cocaine came into the picture. Mostly through luck, we had stumbled upon an excellent cocaine connection. Not only was the product top notch, it was cheap as hell. It was however in Texas, not a convenient location but that didn’t stop us from packing our bags and driving overnight to Texas to buy our first kilo.

That first purchase made for a risky investment, having to spend 22 grand on a kilo of cocaine for only a few events we knew were prime for that product. Why risk didn’t factor into the investment, I’m not really sure. We were so determined to squeeze every ounce of profit out of this school, we lost sight of what reasonable risk, even by drug dealing standards, was. We were on a path and there was no turning back. Once you’re in the game, there are no easy exits. 

Buying the cocaine turned out to be a huge mistake. One, we didn’t allow ourselves enough time to build a clientele or distribution. And on top of that, it tied up all our capital in product meaning that we went back on front for weed and our prices suffered. We had to discount our cocaine just to move it before the end of the semester, meaning our investment didn’t play out quite as we had expected. Caveat, Ivy leaguers buy a lot of coke before finals.

So while my friend, a finance major, for the investment, blinded by ‘potential’ returns, reality played out quite differently. We made a scant profit on a 20 thousand dollar investment. Hardly worth the time or risk.

By the end of junior year, we had done well but made some critical mistakes. We had established a viable trafficking system but lost considerable product. Not a deal breaker but substantial. Money packages had been replaced by expensive flights that were taking a toll on my health and academics.

We had built a distribution network and made our connections a lot of money. Having moved upwards of a million dollars worth of product over the school year. We calculated that over 100 thousand was spent cumulatively through living and business expenses mostly in the form of flights, shipping and prepaid cell phones. But we had lived lavishly that year and were able to split some 50+ grand going into the summer. I spent the first month of the summer working in a law firm, my last stint in the legal profession after some four summers. I spent the next two months in Bali.

When senior year rolled around I was feeling ambivalent but still very committed. But stress was starting to take a toll, my grades were shit, and while I wasn’t overly paranoid, the sight of a cop would make my heart skip a beat. I was 23 and my hair was starting to turn grey.  

None of those signs caused me to slow down though; our business was flowing smoothly, selling the usual 5 pounds a week, sent to the mailroom of course. We were sending a few additional pounds to various residential locations and had invested in a safe house where we kept cash and product. 
We had finally established a distribution network for cocaine, and that quickly started to pay off. The business wasn’t booming but it was turning more than 50% profit margin. But the toll of operating this business was really starting to add up. What started as a profitably hobby was turning into a full time profession. 

But our business wasn’t without problems. We were losing too many of our cash packages, at a tune of 10 grand apiece. Often times almost a week’s worth of work. But our weed was still getting there no problem so we moved more and more towards flights. My partner, who was a more serious student, was less willing to fly and more willing to lose cash, while I was the opposite.
Consequently, I spent a lot of time in the air. I’d travel to a location, pick up cash, and fly back with 40 grand strapped to my chest. I had already written off school as a determinant for my future and was disillusioned with education through my experiences trafficking – convinced in part, that I had a future as drug dealer for life. 

I was living out of multiple locations around the Bay Area and had bought a new car for 30 grand. Spending money on friends and expensive dinners, lavish purchases and non-business related travel. Life was good. So we expanded.

We started selling weed in Texas. The clientele was there, the market was there, but building the infrastructure was tricky. On a one way flight out of Texas, I was nearly stopped by a TSA agent, and then allowed to move forward only because the line was backing up. In retrospect, it was a very close call, I had a lot of cash strapped to my chest and legs.

Our business at school was going well and as we moved through the second semester, we were poised to leverage any possible profits. On one successful weekend, over prominent school events, we sold a kilo of cocaine and 7 pounds of weed. After a few sleepless days, I flew back to California with 60 grand on my person. 

But as school started to wind down, so did our sales. Concerned about our ability to carry on our successfully operations past graduation, we moved into Texas more and more aggressively. Our market was unlimited but we were confined by our shipping limitations and our Texas connection’s cash flow.
Luckily our connection in Texas had close ties with cartel members whose attention we had caught. They requested that we put together a small pack; the only problem, this was outside of our wheelhouse, and we did not have the personnel to transport large quantities of weed.

By now, the business was clearly taking a toll on my person. It was clear that I wouldn’t be graduating this June, and what had started out as general stress  had turned into unexpected and full-fledged panic attacks. I had trouble sleeping at night and started relying on over the counter sleep medication to rest.
 
After much deliberation, we did the unthinkable, putting together a plan to sell 50 pounds in Texas over spring break. The plan was not easy to execute. We had exactly one week to make it happen. My partner flew to California with all the cash we had “out of state”. The plan was to use his parents Jeep while they were away for the week to drive to Texas and drop off the product then he fly back to school while I would then fly to Texas and drive the car and cash back to California. 

I greeted my friend at the Airport and we went back to his house. Collecting our cash and heading up to Humboldt where I was meeting our California connection. After many hours, driving around looking at our options, we finally settled on product and spent two hours vacuum sealing the weed so that I could drive it back to the Bay Area. I left just before dark, for a 7-hour drive after eating just an apple for the day.

I was unbelievably nervous. I had never driven that much weed before and the only way from Humboldt to the Bay Area is through a stretch of road called the Gauntlet which should speak for itself. I had one spotter driving in front, and another behind me. The hours passed slowly as I weaved through traffic in the dark, often losing my spotter and trailing car. I left my partner’s house at 7am that morning and finally returned at 1am the next day. But this was just the beginning. I spent the rest of the night and the next morning vacuum sealing the product and packing the car. Then my friend left for Texas.

A few nerve-wracking days later, he arrived at the location, where things got off to a bumpy start. Our connection lost a small amount of product in an unfortunate robbery situation, but the cartel purchased the rest of our product for just over 200 grand. We were more than half way there. I arrived the next night in Texas at 12am. My friend picked me up at the airport and we went back to a location outside of Houston. For the first time in my life, I held nearly a quarter million dollars in cash. A triumph to say the least, I was 23 years old.

I left at 4am that morning without sleeping. There was not a single car on the road. Then out of nowhere, a car starts trailing me. Seconds later, lights flash and that car is pulled over. I can only assume that the cop pulling over the only other car on the road, in Texas, in the middle of the night, was coming for my car with California license plates. Without an option, I pushed on rattled, knowing that I very well might have made one of the worse decisions of my life. I drove from Houston to the Bay Area in 27 hours. Stopping only to nap for an hour at a time – so exhausted and sleep deprived that when I would awake from a nap, it would take what seemed like an eternity to figure our where I was and what I was doing. Thinking about it still makes me nauseous to this day.

How did I get here? What was I doing? I do not know. The gravity of the situations I found myself in, the effort that went into planning our deals, was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. My partner and I found ourselves only a few deals away from supplying a major cartel with quality weed from California. There was some talk of turning back, some reflection into our futures, and then the determination that you don’t come this far just to quit. Once you’re in the game, there is no letting go, there are no easy exits.

I arrived in California much relieved and with two shoeboxes full of cash, stashed safely in my parents house. Our business with the school had more or less ended, or wasn’t worth the effort and we settled in for a brief vacation. But we were poised to take over. We had a brief window of time before our California connection was leaving the country for several months. Anxious not to let the prospect die, we orchestrated an even bigger transaction, some 150 pounds for over half a million dollars.

But things had changed considerably, having survived our Texas trip, my friend and I refused to make the journey, arguing that as the main connections between California and Texas, we were too important to be transporting the product. Fortunately our California connections were able to secure transport at a hefty but reasonable rate. It was getting late in the season and prices were less than favorable. But we were able to source product that made the deal worthwhile. And after investing 200 grand of our hard earned money, the pack left California.

But somewhere along the border of Mexico our driver was pulled over. Brandishing a California driver license in a car with Texas plates, he never stood a chance and is still serving time. My only regret is that we were confident enough to put everything we had into the deal. You might say our luck had run out, and after getting one of the worst calls of my life, the deal was canceled. I was broke. 

My trafficking business ended just as quickly as it started. Everything we had worked for over the past two years vanishing suddenly. I was lost and scared. Having completely abandoned interest in a professional career or a real job, my resume hadn’t been updated in two years. I was basically unemployable as we headed into a severe financial crisis.

I tried momentarily to rebuild our business but was exhausted and emotionally depleted. It was more difficult for me to accept the finality of this situation that my friend who was more apt for the professional world with good grades and a masters in finance. He had also been receiving considerable allowance from his parents while we had both been living off drug money. Saving considerably over the past two years.

The next year, I claimed only 5000 dollars worth of income. But at the very least, I had bought enough toys to keep myself entertained and I still had my car, for which I struggled to make the final payments, while I lived at my parent’s house. Out of desperation, I confessed to my parents who somehow, had no idea. 

What I found remarkable is what we were able to build through hard work and determination. What’s it like to be a drug dealer? It means the things you see, people you encounter, and the life you lead have little foundation in reality. The risks are immense and the rewards, even greater.

We had reached a point, where we couldn’t turn back and to this day, I don’t know whether it was about the money or if it was the rush. After the first Texas trip, I realized that it wasn’t just about money, drug dealing is gambling with your life, a most sadistic rush.

But selling drugs was the best preparation I could have asked for, entering the real world. Now equipped to handle situations that it takes others years to prepare for. More than anything, selling drugs taught me to believe in myself and what I’m capable of. It taught me to trust my instincts and how to make difficult decisions.

I was the kid in high school that teachers and good students wrote off. But looking back, even with my stint as a drug dealer, few people in my past can compare successes to that which I have experienced. Of course with that success came immense failure for better or for worse. And the toll it took on my health and psyche probably wasn’t worth it. But had it not been for those experiences I wouldn’t be where I’m at now. 

After some time, I was fortunate enough to land an excellent position at a startup in LA that suits my personality perfectly. My friend and I reminisce fondly, wondering what life would have been like had that one deal gone through.

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Her name is Kim Lee, she is a damn hot model and DJ and she will definitely ease you through Tuesday. Check out the rest of her pictures here and follow her on Twitter here

If you need some motivation in your life, check this out – Caveman Circus

A Gallery Of The World’s Most Amazing Libraries (23 Pics) – Ned Hardy

How Awesome Is This Chick? (GIF) – Awesome Galore

Who Is The Girl In The Hunger Games? – The Slingshot

The 20 Hottest Photos of Maggie Grace – Heavy

These girls can take me out to the ballpark (61 Photos) – The Brigade

5 ways women are trained to hate men – Linkiest

Damn this girl would make any guy happy – Double Viking

Jennifer Lopez’s Body Double Is A Man – Celeb Jihad

Emma Watson Wore a See-Through Top in Beverly Hills – G-Celeb

Paris Hilton Gets Into One Hot Piece Of Bikini – Pick Me Up News

She’s Uncoachable: Tika Ivezaj Will Never Go Out of Style – Uncoached

Joyce Kokkinakis is naturally flawless – Regretful Morning

30 Dogs Who Sleep Funny – Ego TV

Lily Collins at the Mirror, Mirror Premiere in Paris – Yeeeah

91 Greatest #KUBoobs In March Madness History [PHOTOS] – Busted Coverage

Los Angeles class attack sub USS Alexandria is ready for some warm weather (Video) – The Brigade

Cheyl Cole Shoots Hot New Music Video in L.A.! OW! – Moe Jackson

Afternoon Pick-Me-Up: Stacey Massey – F-Listed

Crazy Half court alley-oop out of a shotgun formation – Brosome

I don’t know whether to label this guy as brave or stupid, but what is certain is that he has balls of fucking steel. There isn’t enough fucking money or pussy on this planet to get me to do something like this.

By Shawna Lenee

There are few things that turn a girl on MORE than a guy who commands authority in the bedroom. When you act like a man it makes us feel like women =)

There are a lot of ways to be authoritative with your girl. Here are six you can use to get on the right track, tonight!

1) Take charge!

This starts right from the beginning. Don’t ASK for sex. Just make your move! YOU must lead the interaction.

Here’s a great way to show her you’re in control: Once you have her turned on, naked, and ready to go, tell her she isn’t ready yet.

Tease her, and tell her she has to beg for it before you will give it to her.

Then tell her what positions to get in, tell her what to say, tell her whatever… just make sure you are leading!

Make her orgasm on your command. When she is getting close, tell her you want her to come for you.OR tell her she isn’t allowed to come until you say it’s OK. Then keep doing her hard and make her wait for your OK.

That last one is an advanced technique =) (I explain exactly how to do it in my 2 Girls Teach Sex), and we girls looooove it. Try it out!

2) Talk dirty.

The whole authority thing backfires if you proceed to have silent sex with me!

Start early… If you’re meeting up with your girl later, call or text her ahead of time and tell her you’re going to do bad things to her. Tell her she better be ready.

Don’t know what to say once you are all over each other? Start by just describing what you’re doing, then tell her what you’re about to do to her.

Tell me what positions to get into. Tell me to talk dirty to you, tell me whatever, but save the “I Love You’s” for another day!

3) Do me hard!

You can’t be authoritative if you aren’t giving it to me hard, plain and simple. Save the sensitive love-making for another time. You have to put me in positions that are good for this – doggystyle is GREAT and so are a lot of other positions I cover in 2 Girls Teach Sex (duh =) )

But don’t confuse hard with fast. You don’t have to be pounding away like a jackhammer -just full, hard, and deep.

Get Physical! Gently but firmly pull her hair from the back near the roots, slap her lightly on the ass, throw her onto the bed, “mock” rip her clothes off with your teeth!

4) Use authority THROUGHOUT the whole experience.

Lead the way, tell me what positions to get in, and I will love it.

Talk dirty to me and I will love it.

Do me hard and I will love it.

But do ALL of these things… and watch me totally lose control and come over and over at your command!

5) It is all relative.

Authoritative for one couple might be completely different from authoritative for another couple.

If you have been having boring, quiet, missionary sex, with the lights out for the last 15 years – you have to be careful not to do too much too soon. This can make her uncomfortable and ruin the experience.

So start out slow if you have to. As you both get more comfortable you can keep adding to the authority… and having more and more fun!

6) IMPORTANT: Authority is not the same as being mean!

Authority is all about being in charge, and telling the girl what you want. It’s NOT about degrading her, making her feel uncomfortable, or being too serious.

One of my favorite things is when a guy is authoritative in a playful way. It’s more about him knowing that I enjoy him being in charge, that he’s not afraid to tell me what he wants, and that I can just safely give in to him.

Remember, authority is one of the best ways to get and keep a woman 100% sexually satisfied.

This wraps up your 10 Sex Lessons.

Many men have told me JUST these lessons have changed their entire sex lives! And taken them from clumsily messing around and “hoping for the best” in the bedroom to confidently giving their women orgasm after juicy orgasm… whether it’s their very first time with a girl, or someone they’ve been with for years!

In fact, one of the reasons why I’m so excited about the 2 Girls Teach Sex program is because of just how powerful this knowledge is when it comes to relationships.

You see, when you hit it off with a woman, and she starts thinking about becoming intimate with you… a girl will often become very nervous…

And the BETTER you get along, and the stronger the connection… the MORE nervous she gets…

Why?

Well, take it from me… EVERY woman has had the experience of hitting it off with a guy, and being really excited about starting a relationship with him… only to sleep with him and discover he doesn’t know what he’s doing in the bedroom.

There is really no bigger disappointment for us girls.

ESPECIALLY if we like the guy a lot.

Because we know that if a guy is at a certain age, and still doesn’t know what he’s doing in the bedroom, it is very unlikely he’s going to “snap out of it” and all-of-a-sudden figure out how to get us off.

It’s a real bummer. And it happens a lot.

On the other hand, if we meet a guy who IS great in bed, it’s a RARE treat!

Most women have dated so many bedroom losers that when we find a guy who knows how to get us off, he basically has us for as long as he wants.

And we are TOTALLY fine with that =)

The other reason I’m excited about 2 Girls Teach Sex is because of how it has helped men who are already IN relationships.

I can’t tell you how many men of all ages have written me telling me how 2 Girls Teach Sex has enabled them to inject new life and FURIOUS PASSION into their relationships!

My favorite letters to read are the ones where the guys tell me about how it’s now their girl who’s the one initiating the sex =)

Other emails I enjoy reading are from guys who use these techniques to give their girl her very first orgasm from penetration… or even her first orgasm, period!

And let’s not forget multiples and my favorite, squirting orgasms. Woohooo!

So here’s the deal sir… I want the next letter I receive to be from YOU =)

I’ve put this program together to show you EVERYTHING there is to know about how to rock a woman’s world in the bedroom.

From getting her hot and heavy for you… to ways to kiss that make her melt… to giving her intense orgasms during foreplay… to how to make her scream so loudly during penetration she’ll bust your eardrums (I mean that in a good way hehe)… it’s ALL in here!

But don’t take my word for it. I want to prove it to you.

Click on the link below, and you can test drive the 2 Girls Teach Sex system RISK-FREE.

Get it out there, try out the techniques.

You’ll learn them in minutes, and be using them the same night.

If you’re not giving your girl the most INCREDIBLE sex of her entire life, starting IMMEDIATELY… simply send them back for a full, no questions asked refund.

That’s the only way I feel is fair.

If you’re serious about becoming the type of man women RAVE about to their friends… and dream about when their wussy boyfriends are clumsily trying to get them off and FAILING… then you owe it to yourself to make this investment in your sex life.

Imagine if you use just one of these powerful techniques to give just one girl multiple orgasms. Wouldn’t that alone make it worth it?

Of course, it’s much more likely that you’ll use this stuff to rock the body and mind of every woman you are with from now on… and that’s why I’m so confident you’re going to love it =)

Click here now to take your sex life to the next level:

www.2GirlsTeachSex.com/DVD-Package

You, and the women who are lucky enough to make love to you… will be glad you did =)

xoxo

Shawna Lenee

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Brock Lesnar Returns To WWE

Let’s start things off with a documentary entitled ‘Like Water’, which documents the life of a little known fighter, who goes by the name of Anderson Silva, as he trains to fight Chael Sonnen..  Like Water offers a unique perspective of the living legend as he trains with fellow fighters Lyoto “The Dragon” Machida, Junior Dos Santos, and Antonio “Minotauro” Nogueira. This documentary goes beyond the octogon and delves into the complex life of a world champion fighter looking to redeem himself in the eyes of the public and his employer and the family man behind the fighter. Giving a good insight into the comradarie within the fighting community especially within specific fighting camps/gyms. Enjoy.

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