I have an amazing life. A fabulous boyfriend, a two bedroom apartment in New York City, countless lobster dinners and designer bags. People ask me how I make so much money when I clearly don't work, and I tell them the truth. I live a loser funded life. Men, just like you, cover every single expense in my life. From rent to shopping trips, every swipe of my debit or credit card is reimbursed by some loser. Just how I like it. I make money going shopping, going on vacation, even just existing. You love contributing to my wealth as I humiliate and degrade you, like the loser you are. But honestly, just look at me. I can't blame you. I want your money, your dignity, and your devotion. I want you to worship until your mind is blank and empty and all you want to do is make me richer. I deserve everything, and I plan on taking it from you. Don't you feel so lucky that you get to be one of the many losers funding my life?