The question is...How much money do YOU need?
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SUP GUYS?
You can't pick up chicks like this unless you are making at least $187 a day. At least not if you hope to keep them after they notice the T-Shirt under the suit jacket.
But I digress, he's probably just telling her about how he is really Nick Throllson by day and ClickBank man by night fighting crime and was showing her his costume he wears to be ready at a moments notice.
I think Johny met him when he was showing the Asians his super powers.
Not to mention a Clickbooth AM. Judging by his "hang over" video, I'm guessing he shot it during their party at the Hangover suite when nobody was around so he could make it look like his own room.
I spoke to Nick about the CB shirt, he said that it's not a clickbooth shirt, it was actually named after a clothing line he started before he was full time at Mcdonalds . The line was named Can Bang, he says when he wears that shirt he Can Bang any chick he wants. He said when he went full time at Mcdonalds that he decided not to do the line and Clickbooth bought the rights.
Nick was pretty upset about josh todd making fun of him for working at Mcdonalds, he then pointed out that he'd be more embarrassed to have Tri Fox Media on his linkedin than Mcdonalds.
Nick was pretty upset about josh todd making fun of him for working at Mcdonalds, he then pointed out that he'd be more embarrassed to have Tri Fox Media on his linkedin than Mcdonalds.
I think you guys have the wrong impression of Nick. Here's the story of how I know him...
Both living in SoCal, he hit me up out of the blue and said we should trade ninja SE3 tricks sometime since we live in the same area. Cool, I thought. I'll admit that I was pretty excited because Nick seemed like a "good guy"... but thats when things started to change.
After getting an early morning phone call, I was told I should meet him at a Starbucks in Inglewood for some ill-shit. Having piqued my interest, I quickly got myself ready and headed down there.
When I finally made it through the ridiculous traffic, I made it to the Starbucks where he told me to meet him. The setting looked very peaceful and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were truckers stopping in for their morning coffees, and soccer moms rushing in and out with their ice cream lattes.
As I walked in, I noticed Nick in the back corner wearing a trenchcoat typing furiously on an old laptop. I walked over and asked him what he was doing.
"Whats uppppp buddy!?".. I said
Nick pulled a 6-pack of pepsi out of his bag, handed me one, and calmly told me the reason for calling me to meet him.
"Me an' mah boys are at all the Starbucks in the city right noow. We got cracked versionz of Scrapebox from IranJava and BlackhatWorld, so we're scraping Google. In a few minutes, none of the Starbucks in the vicinity are going to have any wi-fi becaus etheir IP's will be burned."
At this point, I knew I was in deep shit.
A few minutes went by, I cant really remember. The next thing I knew all the lights shut off.
And thats when it turned chaotic. The lady next to me, with a look of terror in her eyes, told me that she can't check her Facebook. A man sitting at the table across from me broke out into tears. I can tell by the look on his face that he will not be playing any Farmville today.
"GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND! ALL YOUR IP ARE BELONG TO ME" Nick screamed as he jumped on a table.
Right at this moment, the most amazing thing happened.
As the lights and power flashed back on, everyones computers forward to a malicious website. I have never seen so many spinning cocks in my whole life.
And when I looked back, Nick was gone.
Both living in SoCal, he hit me up out of the blue and said we should trade ninja SE3 tricks sometime since we live in the same area. Cool, I thought. I'll admit that I was pretty excited because Nick seemed like a "good guy"... but thats when things started to change.
After getting an early morning phone call, I was told I should meet him at a Starbucks in Inglewood for some ill-shit. Having piqued my interest, I quickly got myself ready and headed down there.
When I finally made it through the ridiculous traffic, I made it to the Starbucks where he told me to meet him. The setting looked very peaceful and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were truckers stopping in for their morning coffees, and soccer moms rushing in and out with their ice cream lattes.
As I walked in, I noticed Nick in the back corner wearing a trenchcoat typing furiously on an old laptop. I walked over and asked him what he was doing.
"Whats uppppp buddy!?".. I said
Nick pulled a 6-pack of pepsi out of his bag, handed me one, and calmly told me the reason for calling me to meet him.
"Me an' mah boys are at all the Starbucks in the city right noow. We got cracked versionz of Scrapebox from IranJava and BlackhatWorld, so we're scraping Google. In a few minutes, none of the Starbucks in the vicinity are going to have any wi-fi becaus etheir IP's will be burned."
At this point, I knew I was in deep shit.
A few minutes went by, I cant really remember. The next thing I knew all the lights shut off.
And thats when it turned chaotic. The lady next to me, with a look of terror in her eyes, told me that she can't check her Facebook. A man sitting at the table across from me broke out into tears. I can tell by the look on his face that he will not be playing any Farmville today.
"GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND! ALL YOUR IP ARE BELONG TO ME" Nick screamed as he jumped on a table.
Right at this moment, the most amazing thing happened.
As the lights and power flashed back on, everyones computers forward to a malicious website. I have never seen so many spinning cocks in my whole life.
And when I looked back, Nick was gone.
pretty awesome, I'm surprised no drugs or asian hookers were involved in the fiasco
