Spoiled Assholes

Last night, my sister and I went to Cable Car Pizza after hitting up the local Desi/hippie party known as Dhamaal. There was this young, ugly-ass corporate-looking mofo sitting at one of the tables, and his friend, who could be similarly described, was at the counter, applying parmesan cheese to his slice. There was this other dude that was going around politely asking people if they had $1.50. Eventually this guy approached ugly corporate mofo #1, who waved him off and said, "Go away, I don't have anything," before the guy even asked. "Could you spare just a little change?" Guy asked. "No, but actually my friend bought me this pizza, he's right over there," he pointed, smirking.

Guy then approached the friend. "Do you have $1.50?" "Actually, I do, but I worked for it, and I suggest you do the same," replied ugly corporate mofo #2. Then he joined the other smirking jackass and they talked loudly about how they get up five days a week to work.

Yeah, I'm sure you've really had to work. Your attitude demonstrates how much you understand the meaning of that word. It's not an easy life, getting charitable handouts from the old boys' network, sitting in an air conditioned building overlooking the city, making money out of money, getting lap dances on the company.

Your sense of entitlement sickens me, you worthless maggots.