Hello there Neetsie, I just came home from work, driving my brand new Mercedes M-class. God it was such a productive day. Mr Shekelberg gave me a promotion, and after work I took his daughter to an expensive french restaurant where we had dinner and drank exquisite french red wine. How was your day? Did your father look down on you with dissapointment again? Did your mother ask you how your search for a job was going? God, look at yourself, you've gotten so fat and your face is full of acne from all that unhealty food you consume and all that time you spend in the basement masturbating. Do you still eat at that disgusting place called Subway? Ew, I'd never do this to myself if I were you.
But oh wait, that's the only thing you can afford! I truly feel sad for you. Maybe I'll toss you a dollar next week when I see you begging on the street after your parents finally decide to kick you out of the house, that is, if you havent commited suicide by then.
Have a good night, neetsie, and dont forget to buy lube for that lonely, compuslive fap session of yours tonight
Is this supposed to make me mad or feel bad about being a NEET? Anything wagekucks have is due to luck. Bragging about something you got through luck is retarded. But then again, so are wagekucks.
it's actually expensive to eat at subway all the time
if you eat at ANY resteraunt you are a fucking normie, don't even give me any of your bullshit
I have to eat lentils, rice and potatoes all the fucking time because it's all we can afford
a simple thing like eggs is a gormet meal for me
*sips from expensive 50 year old whiskey*
Yes, keep telling yourself that, Neetsie. Go back to playing World of Warcraft and fapping to naked japanese cartoons, that's not retarded at all!
It's true. Your life is determined by luck. The "hard workers"? Their hard work would be useless if they didn't get born lucky, for example tall, good looking, intelligent. Everything is due to luck.
I don't care if you think it's retarded. I only care if it's the truth or not.
this is true
the kind of suburban, silver spoon tard who actually thinks this way is under the impression that he would still be in the same place if he were raised in a predominantly black section 8 apartment complex in St Louis
I think those feelings of unbridled self-determination are the happiest delusions people can be under.