Did you grow up in fresneck and fry fast food chicken?
Do you wind up living where you can do hot yoga on your front porch?
Do your neighbors avoid eye contact and make fun of your ridiculous raised truck behind your back at your weekend place you had to buy to keep yet another wife from leaving you? And did you get bit by a sea lion you thought was cute?
Do you carry around and have a desperate need to show your financial portfolio to anyone that will look at it , even at a football game?
Do you parade around Hawaii in sears tough skin jeans from one tourist spot to another?
Do you have no idea how taxes work on your gambling addiction?
Do you think skateboarding is a sport?
Does USC not return your phone calls when you desperately need to tell people how much money you want to donate?
Did San Diego State reject you?
Do you call yourself Sanka, but have never had a cup of coffee in your life? sc
Think about me much Internet dog? Arf Arf here boy. Roll over. Speak. Talk big. No action. Just bark.
Little dog follows me around and writes down every little detail of my life. Knows everything about me. I’m so important to you. Or if you don’t write a notebook of it, it’s so important to you that it’s embedded in your memory. Omg how sad
Went to Fresno for a funeral. Nice town. Been awhile for me. Good to be from there. Teaches you to appreciate the farm worker. Not just arrogant Orange County pretentious pricks like you. Yep. Teaches you the value of hard work. Value of a dollar. Importance of the minimum wage worker to do important jobs.
Saw a lot of crops picked as I drove. Bet you don’t know how it’s done. Meaning where the growers find the people to harvest. Or how their produce gets to market. Know how plums are picked? How about walnuts? Of course not. Because you think you’re too good to know. Enjoy your ignorance. Enjoy your belief you’re better than others. You’re not. You’re just a mamas boy with no dad who took USC welfare because UsC offered you more welfare than UCLA. And yet I bet you never repaid USC for it.
Horrible sad and lonely person you are. Oh I saw the kid who grave you your latest Nick. He’s doing an internship at enterprise this summer. Feel free to put that down too you faggy little queen. Go back to your UC Berkeley lawyer husband. Does he pet you at night? Who is tougher? Your husband or barracks?
But we will always have “call me her royal highness”. We will always have “sugar tits”. And “hon” spoken to men. We will always have your bragging about how Warren buffet told you to invest in gold when Warren peaches the opposite. And of course we will always have your celebration of golds preeminence over the stock market and asking everyone what moron would listen to me. Right when I told everyone to buy and told yall to buy tqqq at $40 if you could get it.
Yep. Up 70%. So I’ve made more. I’ve built a business. I’m younger more athletic. More handsome and have more friends. I get out more and don’t have “all the pay tv subscriptions”. So you’ve got that on me.
In the end I am so much happier being me than ever living a day as you
Enjoy being a turd. You’ve got me there.
Someone got under your skin. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I love watching pain and suffering. Especially, yours.