Raziaar
I Hate Custom Titles
- Joined
- Sep 13, 2003
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I am at present sitting back in my chair, relaxing with a cold can of beer.
I currently collect my weekly jobseekers allowance from the Job Centre which is unwittingly provided by you poor, misguided ignorant fools. Your misery and suffering being pushed around by "the man" is money in my pocket each and every week. How many of you pay your taxes? NONE OF YOU. That's right, your hard-earned cash is stripped from you by the government and then fed directly into my pocket.
What's even sweeter is "the man" believes that I am an invalid and unable to perform day-to-day tasks without pain and discomfort, which I play along with by limping around in public and complaining loudly when I'm too lazy to climb stairs or reach to the top shelf for that X-rated magazine I enjoy.
Each and every one of you is a poor sap, and I reap the benefits from it. AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.
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