-"You know I still don't know what your occupations is =( "

-"You don't need to know what I do for a living. LOL. Why the fuck does it matter anyway? OK - I'm a part-time fluffer, part-time funeral director. "

-"bryanboy is a whore, an international webcam whore. ;) "

-"you should have some sort of contest where we guess what your occupation is. =] "

-"He is a diva. That is his occupation. "

-"don't know what you do there, but your office is in regus, right? "

-"hehe, wanna know where you get all that money for your diva-ish ways... I'll be happy to get trained in your expertise =P "

-"hey bryanboy! your office is at the enterprise center, right? i just live 2 blocks from it. hope i could bump into you soon. and oh, i will come up to u and say hi. definitely! ;-) "

-"I know what he does, but I'm not telling yaya! "

-"There is a special place in hell reserved for you, you stuck up egotistical douchebag. You much have a huge ego to think that animals should have to die so you can feel "fabulous". There is nothing fabulous about wearing the chemically preserved carcass of an animal who was slaughtered in some brutal way such as gassing, suffocation, live skinning, or anal electrocution (which I think you would probably enjoy a little too much). Hopefully there is such thing as karma or hell so you can feel the horrible pain and fear that those animals felt at the hands of snobby fur hags like yourself. You are a sick person and you should be skinned alive for what you do and the fur you endorse. Do the world a favor and die. "