I was in a house with lots of extravagant and elaborate vases. It was quite gay and somewhat disturbing, considering this man looked like he could break a brick wall with his face.
I’ve noticed, through my adventures meeting people with money, it (money) corrupts their fucking brains. The more money one has the crazier that fucker is, generally.
Some people get extremely cheap and like to play the welfare scene, with 20 mil in the checking account, picking aluminum cans out of the garbage. Others like to flaunt it with lambos and diamonds the size of televisions. Oh, let’s not forget art/rugs. Really rich folk love to splurge on that shit.
Don’t get me wrong: having money is my preferred state of existence. I’ve been through the worst of times and the best, with regards to money. Take me at my word: it is better to be a crazy boat shining rich dude, dancing on the hoods of Ferraris, than living in a housing tenement, with good marbles, in the Bronx.
Generally speaking, poor people lack confidence and accept a low standard of living. They pride themselves on “making a living” or a “decent wage,” providing the job includes fucking benefits. When, as a point in fact, they were not meant for greatness to begin with—so there.
The point of this article is to waste your time, as you now know—albeit in a very entertaining way. Just think about it, you are sitting in your “middle class chair,” waiting for some magic stock picks— and instead get nothing but jibber jabber and/or exteme bullshit. Believe me, “Horatio Clawhammer” aka “The Fly” aka “Plutonium Petey” aka “Senor Tropicana” will bring extreme heat to you fucking blogging faggots in 2009, via ridiculous stock picks. It is my gift. And, The PPT is absolutely incredible.
At the end of the day, there is no other website on the internets worthy of my blogroll, yet I have one anyway.
I am a kind Fly, indeed.
UPDATE: You know things are bad when the recession hits the rap scene.
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