You adore me, you worship me, you dream about this gorgeous, curvy body all the time. Well, guess what, loser? You may bow down to my every whim but you’ll never, ever stand a chance with me and do you wanna know why? Because you’re a worthless POS that will never amount to anything.
The only thing you bring to my table is your wallet and even that is a sad, pathetic excuse for a tribute. I’ll take everything you got but I know I won’t keep you around for long with such a sad excuse for a job. You’re doomed to spend the rest of your days in your crappy house with your horrible wife and your annoying kids while you daydream of someday having a woman as gorgeous and perfect as myself in your life