Amatuer footage for sale
 

Hi, there,

I have a lot of very good quality amatuer footage for sale. I have b/g, g/g and solo stuff. I am looking to sell scenes separately or if you give me a good deal I will sell you my whole collection at discount. I used to sell to Homegrown video but they are so fucking cheap, I don't want to deal with them any more.

If you think you might be interested please email me directly at carmenphotos@yahoo.com or call at 510-567-4683

Sincerely,

Carmen

try homegrown video

haha.... did you even read his post Vid? :)

LOL .. Ok so I didn't read the whole post .. Caught !

Looks like I pulled an "evilchris"

ok... nice to have you aboard mate.. goodluck with the sales

LOL... nevermind me! I figured HG would be in here after that comment!

Yes, I admit we are thrifty when it comes to buying content but fucking cheap is kind of harsh. At least we always pay when we say we are going to pay and have tons of lines you can shoot for so we make up for it in volume.

But it could also be that your stuff is just not that good... our best content producers are paid well and are very happy.

:laughout: :nyanya:

Add mindreader to your list of skills my friend...

darn, and I was hoping for a little drama ;)

Drama? You want drama? I will give you drama!

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

Nice to see you haven't lost your touch FarL!

Thanks... but probably everyone looks half decent when they bust out with the Shakespeare...

Hello FarL!
Long time no see! :happy:

LOL .. Ok so I didn't read the whole