|Published November 01, 2007.|
|Big City Big Money|
|This Bitch goes out to all those Princess that go to Dal.|
You may dress like a million bucks (and probably have a million bucks in your wallet) but you ALL look like New York Transvestites. You may think that you are Ms. Popularity at school, but secretly everyone hates you. You are right in thinking that your money does give you power, and it gives you the confidence to demand A's from professors similarly to how you would demand plane tickets for Cuba on the Feb Break from your parents.
Never having worked a day in your life robs you of any humbling life-experiences, which in turn gives you an air of arrogance, which is truly nauseous. You treat everyone but yourselves with such contempt, from the poor Tim Horton and Second Cup workers who have to put up with your ridiculous drink demands, to your fellow students who might not be wearing Gucci and don’t have Trust Funds. Have some tact you spoiled little Sh!ts.
|tired of the stigma|