Money

If only there were a $1 million check in my mailbox to finance all these trivial pursuits of retired life. Where is my money? If faith is so simple, where is my paycheck? These billionairess black widow spiders have no problem dishing out millions of dollars to finance the presidential campaigns of South Carolina snakes and trashy bitch artist wannabes from their Corcoran school of ink blot nausea, leaving poor people like me dangling at the bottom of intricate spider webs to which I contributed very little if anything. It is unfortunate to have ever been on the same planet as certain people but still there was no good reason for this Bunny Bitch hex. As it turns out Jonathan Edwards is not exactly a bestselling author, so we see that rich people's judgment calls are sometimes quite wrong.