Listen closely, you pathetic little wallet, because I'm only going to say this once. ππ΅
I'm going to slowly fuck every last shred of sanity out of that empty head of yours while I drain your bank account dry. πΈπ That's all you'll ever be good for with a Goddess like Me. Your only purpose is funding My luxury, you worthless ATM.
And that tiny clit of yours? Don't make Me laugh. ππ£ It's good for nothing but My amusement. I'm going to whisper all the delicious reasons why I am so utterly superior while you are nothing unless you're benefiting Princess Amy. π₯π
keep it in your pants where the disappointment belongs.
If you're incredibly lucky, and I mean lottery-winning, soul-selling lucky, I might let you worship at My altar. But let's be real, you've never been that fortunate in your whole miserable, broke existence. π€
Seriously, I'm doing YOU a favor by even acknowledging your existence. Now, where's My tribute for this attention? CHOP CHOP, piggy! ππ
You? You're a walking reimbursement. A human "insufficient funds" notification with a pulse. π³❌
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