You bourgeoisie with your non-fat mocha lattes, and your decadent baked goods draining the surplus value from the necks of the proletariats like the social vampires you are. I spit on your Dodge Durango as you drive your overstuffed marshmallow offspring to soccer practice.
As I sit here sipping my bowl of hot water and eating my bread; I am mentally lining you all up and having you SHOT!
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