Good people of Facebook, sending up a flare! I am having a total mental breakdown and live in constant panic.
Bolt stinks but nobody would get me a chauffeur. And I am kak hungry: the Uber Eat they sent me was lukewarm and a tad salty.
Why do y’all have a vendetta against my survival?
Fuck everybody who doesn’t cough up the $$$$$ I deserve while I lie in abject misery by the pool.
Please help…
Mendicus Probus
Capitec
Savings Account
666 666 666 666
OR
PayPal
notconninganyone@gmail.com
P.S. Double the money order and I will post cute pics of my imaginary dog.
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