Hey loser. It's time to pay up. It's loser tax time. That's right. You have to pay to exist in my world. So fucking cough it up and thank me for existing and giving you the opportunity to contribute. I get paid to exist. You? You pay to breathe on the same planet as me. And while you're at it I want you to spend even more. Pick a mark up code and pay extra, you pathetic excuse of a "man". Isn't it amazing that the meaner I am to you the more you love me?