The Blinding Effects of Being Really, Really Rich
Annie Fadely
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Miss Fadely,

My man servant Frederick handed me your so called “blog post” as I rose from bed today after fetching my slippers and giving me my morning blow job. I must say I found it frighteningly unfair to the very wealthy like myself. We spend minutes each day worrying where our next meal is going to come from just like your everyday average Joe. Will it come from Paris or Buenos Aires, or London, who knows from day to day. Times are hard for everyone. Perhaps if you spent less time criticizing the wealthy and more time sucking up to them you might be in a better spot in life. For instance as a woman, assuming you are attractive, you could probably get a moderately wealthy man to shower you with attention and money and all you would need to do is be “nice” to him. So please stop all this whining and moaning and go to the salon, get your hair done, makeup and nails, the whole nine yards. Were I attracted to women I myself might be willing to send you ten dollars for a naked picture, if you clean up well.

With enough ten dollars soon you will have one hundred and of course you must save that one hundred dollars even though you will be tempted to spend it. No doubt you are lusting after that new whateveryacallit thingie and would spend your hard earned hundred dollars of naked picture money on it without a seconds hesitation. As a poor that is your weakness, and you will always be a poor, if you cannot overcome it. I make Fredrick take every hundred dollars that I make and rub it against his genitalia to impregnate it with his man scent. I cannot touch it again without being driven into a rage of lust. Believe you me I do not spend that hundred dollars though Fredrick and I often do at least that much damage to the furniture, if you know what I mean. Of course I shit out hundred dollar bills every time I take a crap because I am rich and smart so I could afford to waste them if I so desired. Often I do and when that desire strikes I take ten thousand dollars put it in an envelope, walk down to the nearest skid row, take it out and show it to the first homeless man I see and then as I am handing it over to him, I kick him in the face as hard as I can. Oh how they scream, especially if their teeth are already fucked up, which they usually are from living on the streets and being addicts and shit. Sometimes, if they are not too gross looking I will jerk off in their hair as an added humiliation. Then I walk home smiling and whistling.

Yours humbly,

J.A. Billington III, esquire

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