What is a job you would not do for a billion dollars a year?

[Matthew Mussolini]

For a billion dollars a year I could not prostitute myself to guys because nothing I could buy with the money could actually be enjoyed if I was earning money like that. The only real thing I value that is mildly pricey is getting high but I have had many offers from guys for thousands of dollars even (which I know they were full of shit), but it wasn't even mildly tempting because I already know that there is no drug that would feel good if I was selling myself to guys to obtain it.

Other than drugs, I'm not materialistic, so have no need of a sportscar and could care less about expensive clothes or anything and don't need a house.

I also don't value my life so I wouldn't prostitute myself to a guy even if it meant I had to do it to survive.

What is a job you would not do for a billion dollars or for survival?

[Undies]

I don't think there is such a job. The worst job in the world, I would do it for a month and be set for life.

[neonspectraltoast]

I wouldn't be a pig dick sucker.

[Amerijuanican]

I wouldn't be a pig dick sucker.

Surely that pays very well, with excellent benefits?

At least one might not have to worry about deadly VD varieties. Just wear a condom and make 'em squeal! ?

And don't forget to cup the balls!

[Audiogen]

Surely that pays very well, with excellent benefits?

At least one might not have to worry about deadly VD varieties. Just wear a condom and make 'em squeal! ?

And don't forget to cup the balls!

This song has to be played daily during the tenure as well...

"Pigs (Three Different Ones)"

Big man, pig man
Ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel
Ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry

Bus stop rat bag
Ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry


*realize I left out the final verse, but those 2 seem applicable for the job*

[Pete's Draggun]

Laboratory Testing Subject/Guinea pig.

[tumbling.dice]

President of The United States. But apparently anyone can do it so maybe it's not that bad.