My sweet, my dear.

Pig pig pig!

I can understand moshing to Constantinople, but...

I HATE people who won’t shut up about other people’s eating or not eating something! Unless they’re throwing it at you it’s none of your business!

Or if her caterers had dropped the ball and thought “vegan” meant “this person wants three sad leaves of iceberg lettuce,” then yeah, pull out the Tupperware QUIETLY. But the whole ostentatious parade of prunes there was waaaay too “all about me.”

Ugggghhhhhh. I also get a bit annoyed with people who ask if we have vegan cheese (we do not, because it’s super expensive/tastes like goat balls) and then ask if they can bring their cheese into the store for the cooks to put on their pie.

Ironically, I would have bought you a drink!

Yup: as I tell people on the phone when they get shirty about having to show the driver ID at the door/pay with a credit card when ordering beer or wine--there is nothing you can do that scares me more than the state liquor board. Nothing.

I’ll bet he dazzles them all on the school playgrounds. Sheesh.

You’re taking up space and presumably not tipping the ladies. They work for tips and lap dances; if your lap is already occupied they aren’t getting return on their investment.

I have to say, I want to party with you!

I love impromptu theater!

Pain don’t hurt.

Ahhh, the symmetry of puke.

No longer are they coming over tonight.

She reflected back the bits of themselves that they liked: the entitlement, the ease, the treating money like it’s the little mouse servants in Cinderella. Everything being rich is supposed to afford you without any attendant anxiety, depression, family problems, etc.

True, but only if she was able to psychologically stop herself from continuing to con/lie to different people. The reason people with this pathology get caught (besides overextending their financial fibs) is that they are compulsive about making up stories; if these had worked, she’d start a whole new set.

She made the same mistake Shkreli did: took too much from those who delight in squashing bugs. Don’t fuck with seriously rich people’s money.

Somebody above posted about that. Enjoy shitting your intestines out, morons!

Aw, poor Mad Dog! I did forget him!