Money. Money. Money.
There never is enough. Eventhough in of itself it is nothing but capabilities to do purchase goods and services in our cosumer soceity. People grow weed to make money. They make meth houses to make meth which in turn turns into money.
Its the evil of the modern day soceity. Its very culturally divisive to say the least. Like look at all the Leroys floating around in New Orleans there cause they had none and couldn't leave. On the other end of the analfuckfest so take some spoiled piece of shit like that whore Paris Hilton. She doesn't have a clue about shite. The first simple life was sorta neat since its like WTF is this, it ain't like big posh affairs like things. That's royally strange, at least for me, sorta like a concert without a mosh pit. What is going on? But the poshness is the measure of success. The more you have the better you, which ain't really the truth. It just means that you've been able to turn the monetary situation to your liking most likely by pissing on those below. But at least you ain't getting the golden shower.
As a race, humans are very vain. So money is the way to succeed. Get the Botox. Titjobs. JLo ass. Abortion. Hummer in a H2 or maybe a slightly better on gas model H3. Big house with the nice basement, like only 6000 square feet. Gotta be better than the Joneses or like in Hongcouver the foreigner next door the Chins, but then again they all are so like white man the minority especially in Richmond. The garage full of shit cause there ain't enough room in your house. The 5 cars out in the driveway.
I make around the average salary in this country of Canada. Not much, but considering I'm fucked in the head, an alcholic, pot smoking snowboarder witht he same job for quite some time. Not to bad. Still pretty pathetic. But then again I gotta nig it up. But I love beer and that hurts the nigging factor. Anyrate me get about 50K a year. Ain't great, but enough to do the money of getting drunk and stoned and whores. Well what else is there.
... But like this guy, fuck I can't remember the name. That dude from teh beer gardens at UBC and living in security land towers by the Lions Gate in North Van. That weird comp
...fucking thing fucked up on trying to publish
Had to go back. I gotta rember to do windows+R notepad and ctrl+A +C and +V before me do the thing to post.
Man o Man
Was geht hier Loß
There never is enough. Eventhough in of itself it is nothing but capabilities to do purchase goods and services in our cosumer soceity. People grow weed to make money. They make meth houses to make meth which in turn turns into money.
Its the evil of the modern day soceity. Its very culturally divisive to say the least. Like look at all the Leroys floating around in New Orleans there cause they had none and couldn't leave. On the other end of the analfuckfest so take some spoiled piece of shit like that whore Paris Hilton. She doesn't have a clue about shite. The first simple life was sorta neat since its like WTF is this, it ain't like big posh affairs like things. That's royally strange, at least for me, sorta like a concert without a mosh pit. What is going on? But the poshness is the measure of success. The more you have the better you, which ain't really the truth. It just means that you've been able to turn the monetary situation to your liking most likely by pissing on those below. But at least you ain't getting the golden shower.
As a race, humans are very vain. So money is the way to succeed. Get the Botox. Titjobs. JLo ass. Abortion. Hummer in a H2 or maybe a slightly better on gas model H3. Big house with the nice basement, like only 6000 square feet. Gotta be better than the Joneses or like in Hongcouver the foreigner next door the Chins, but then again they all are so like white man the minority especially in Richmond. The garage full of shit cause there ain't enough room in your house. The 5 cars out in the driveway.
I make around the average salary in this country of Canada. Not much, but considering I'm fucked in the head, an alcholic, pot smoking snowboarder witht he same job for quite some time. Not to bad. Still pretty pathetic. But then again I gotta nig it up. But I love beer and that hurts the nigging factor. Anyrate me get about 50K a year. Ain't great, but enough to do the money of getting drunk and stoned and whores. Well what else is there.
... But like this guy, fuck I can't remember the name. That dude from teh beer gardens at UBC and living in security land towers by the Lions Gate in North Van. That weird comp
...fucking thing fucked up on trying to publish
Had to go back. I gotta rember to do windows+R notepad and ctrl+A +C and +V before me do the thing to post.
Man o Man
Was geht hier Loß
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