Everyone wants my money. I don’t understand it. The rent people want my money. The gas people want my money. The insurance people want my money. The phone people want my money. The tax people want my money. Crap. That reminds me I owe my accountant money… See?!?! EVERYONE wants my money. I don’t understand it.
What’s so special about MY money? Is my money special in some way that I’m not aware of? Is my money more popular than other monies? Is my money especially attractive or good looking? Is it the life of the party? I don’t get it. I think I need to tell my money to stop being so impressive and sociable. You hear that money?! You’re grounded! No more going out with friends for a WEEK! I mean…a MONTH! Yeah! Don’t talk back to me! You clearly need to put more effort into your studies! You’re failing economics! As long as you live under MY roof you’ll live by MY rules! Now get upstairs and don’t come out until you’re ready to start pulling your weight around here.
Pssh. Young monies. They don’t know what’s good for them.