What fills my freetime, seeing as how I have no life: cynical philosophical conversations with the telivision.
There are some things money cant buy. For everything else, there's Mastercard.
What exactly cant money buy? It sure as hell buys happiness, comfort, friends, lovers, all the worthless crap that any comercialistic consumer could ever want...
Well...
Need... life...
Money cant buy... umm... it cant... Hey, why should I waste time explaining it to you? You're broke! You're just bitter.
