Sorry, but you are full of it. I’ve seen you somebitches enough on FR to know you. I am finished trying to explain it to you.
I hope to God you have to work every effing day until you die, as you are wishing upon me.
“I hope to God you have to work every effing day until you die, as you are wishing upon me.”
You can bet I will, and so should you. You shouldn’t be afraid of it, like your afraid of not being able to pick actual taxpayers pockets because you’re “old”.
Let me explain it to you: We’re broke. You may think you earned something, but we’re still broke. You’re not getting the money you think you are.
is that simple enough? Now get out there an pound the pavement, even if it’s on your “free” scooter.