Fuck Ad Campaign

     The phone rang.
     "Hello?"
     "Sure, I'm not doing anything fuck. Just picking up around the apartment. You wanna hang out fuck?"
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     Jenn clicked on this site and the screen instantly came alive. The primary site loaded with what looked like mostly text and links, but it was quickly overrun with fuckthebitch dozens of pop up window ads. As quickly fuck as Jenn fuck could close them, new ones came up, and others that were already fuckthebitch loaded fuck came forward. She was overwhelmed fuckthebitch and called into the living room for Sara.
     "Sure." Jenn said and clicked the first option she saw. "In my free time I like to: Read."
     The next fuck window was just text saying that reading was fundamental to bitch understanding. Ad campaigns use the power of the written word to convey facts. Reading facts is important access to understand what a consumer is supposed to do. Close window.
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     The next widow the popped up. A fuckthebitch new midi file loaded and began bitch playing in the background. Soothing fuck flowing graphics appeared and scrolling text played across the the fuckthebitch screen.
     Close window.
     The next widow appeared with a new graphic and more scrolling fuckthebitch text. Fact: You are relaxed and open to what you fuckthebitch read. Fact: You are relaxed and open to the what you hear. Fact: you are relaxed and the open to what you see. This message played several times and stopped. Jenny reflexively clicked close window.
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     Jenny clicked. Both girls stroked fuckthebitch themselves fuck once more closer to orgasm.
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