There's a company called very sure here in the UK, and they advertise all the time.
It's a home security company that you can pay to watch your house 24-7 in case of burglar through the little security cameras and whatever.
They don't tell you how much it's going to cost on the end of words.
I mean, it's going to be a fucking fortune, right? Someone watching your house 24-7.
Yeah, anyway, guys. No need to watch the bedroom, yeah. No need to watch the bedroom.
Well, you know, I'm fucking.
Why are you Nathan? You masturbate. I can see you.
Stop looking at me fucking perverts.
I'm not perverts. I'm looking to see if there's burglar.
I'm very sure he's been 99% of your time watching people masturbating.
I mean, yeah, that as well. Every job needs its perks.
Being at whim with professionals.
If I watch you to the point of orgasm,
I'll quickly flick downstairs to see if someone's busting into your hands.
You know, Nicky's CD player.
And everyone's a winner.
I'll just scare them away.
I'll scare them away.
Don't need you to do that.
You wouldn't scare them away.
You know, you'd be masturbating, Nathan.
You know, your trousers will be down by your ankles.
Your t-shirt hitched over your neck with your spunk runway and your belly.
You don't know how I must. Oh, you know, sorry, you do.
Yeah, I guess, you know, I guess.
Anyway, I'm paying for these guys.
Because they, they look fucking cool.
They have a smoke machine.
If someone breaks in, they blast you with a smoke machine.
You know, trying to get my CD player
and there's a thick smoke in the room, you can't.
I'll net downstairs.
And in a thick smoke, you know what I do?
Finally, I want where then very short pervert's gone.
Watch my every move.
And I'll do it to music as well.
Where's my fucking CD player?
