Jesus! Will someone change the slaphead's nappy...
Jesus! Will someone change the slaphead’s nappy, pleeeeeeease?!. How much ‘stuff’ do you think we have to give Fred before he stops whining, eh? The way it works is – we give the bald bastard mountains of moolah and then Fred goes and converts our cash into tons of cool “stuff” like jet-skis, posh cars, [I]pâté de foie gras[/I], scallops, [I]filet mignon[/I], Malibu Beach mansions, Ferraris and corporate leverage and shit. But is he happy? Is he fuck! Like Buddha, he finds mere material things fail to satisfy the aching hole at the core of his spiritual being. So what does he do about it? He whines! WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE! Like a fucking DOG!