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Snootchie-bootchies
(advertisement) Models, actors, or any type of talent in the LA area (primarily female unless I know you personally, I don't want to shoot creepy stalker dudes thankyouverymuch). . . . I am a photographer occasionally looking for a muse. The rest of the time, I am looking to make money.
http://www.croberts.net

Here are some photos that I've shot...
Yes, this is a second profile. The other one was full of people that I don't actually know, so this one will be sort of a personal one for my friends and other hot people .Ok, like, seriously. If I don't know you, and you want to add me to your brothel of hot myspace whores, then add myspace.com/cherieroberts . I'm not kidding. I hate checking my inbox, seeing a friend request, checking out the user's profile, and seeing 1027 hot chicks on their list. I know you're not getting it on with all of these chicks. It doesn't make you seem cooler. So if you don't know me, have no intentions of knowing me, or think that I wouldn't want to know you, then please. Add the other Cherie. She's a lot nicer, and she gives a fuck (not really). You can visit her here:
http://myspace.com/cherieroberts
*edit* BTW, just received an e-mail bitching me out. Just to clarify, I am not one of these so-called 'hot-lists', because unlike these people, I ACTUALLY AM GOING TO FUCK EVERYONE ON MY LIST. So go to hell.
"I am a TOTAL ASSHOLE. I am often told that people don't 'get' me, and you know what I have to say to that?
'Your mom is fat.' Not really. But wouldn't I seem really tough if I had I said that? Let's just pretend I had."
Now, I know what you're asking yourself right now. "Why was that statement in quotes? Did she say that, or is she quoting someone else?" (That last quote was you, BTW. Don't want to lose you just yet.)
I have said that. Yes, I know. Quite impressive. And I have a good reason for quoting myself. It's because I've actually said the previous statement out loud... And not just to my cat in my living room. It was said on the record. "On the record" translates to "while drunk at a cheap whore house in Thailand to a couple of pre-op ladyboys".
Yeah, I have sex with ladyboys. So?! They're just like regular boys except they're prettier than I am and are hung better than I am too. Penis envy, it's a dangerous thing. No, it's not a real penis. It's called a clitoris.
What if I had a clit that was the size of a small man-thumb, or the equivalent of a small baby's hand (3 months old?) Do you think that I would enjoy sex THAT much more? Or would it be too distracting...? These are the things that keep me up at night. Not the thumb-clit. The thought of the thumb-clit. It plagues me.
I'm thinking of writing a book on the thumb-clit. I'm not exactly sure how I would go about doing this, since I have no real experience with thumb-clits other than the constant thoughts and dreams that I have about them. Maybe that idea will have to get shelved until I can find some thumb-clits to research. Wow. My official title will be "Thumb-clit expert." I know, you're jealous and you don't get it.
Your mom is fat. (Not really...)


Yo Weiner, you better get ready, 'cause at three o' clock today, I'm gonna RAPE you!
On paper, I am a genius; An evil, maniacal do-gooder looking to cure the Earth of all of its worldy troubles and woes. Unfortunately for you and me, I don't live on the dead flesh of murdered trees.
In actuality, I know that I would've been the person to find a cure for AIDS, cancer, psoriasis, pink eye and a slew of other life-threatening and/or annoying diseases, if only my social life and the porn industry hadn't gotten in the way.
Yes, there was a point when I saw the figurative fork in the road. Save the world, to the left... late-night drug binges, massive sex orgies, exploitation of rain-forest animals and other feral creatures, random sex in rest-stop bathrooms with truckers and tourists alike, a massive comedown followed by the joining of a doomsday cult where I'd become a devout believer of aliens and talking-ferrets... to the right, around the corner, through the alley littered with used syringes, and into the first beaded doorway to the left.
So you can blame me for the sad state of affairs of the world, don't blame the politicians. They mean well. They really do.
Also, it may help to know that I like to lie. And I don't mean on my back, although I do sometimes like to do that also. Anything I say can't and won't be held against me according to the laws of Cherie.