It’s Friday night, which means that pretty girls like Me go out and flaunt our mind melting perfection while frivolously swiping our cards.

And you? You stay home and stroke yourself silly to rejection. Because why would anyone want to go out with a loser like you? The answer is they wouldn’t. Ugly losers like you don’t get to go out. No, you get to pump to rejection and the fact that no one wants to be friends with a bottom feeding bitch like you. Why subject society to the inferiority that is your existence when you could stay at home, locked in the gooncave, sending fo...

It’s Friday night, which means that pretty girls like Me go out and flaunt our mind melting perfection while frivolously swiping our cards.

And you? You stay home and stroke yourself silly to rejection. Because why would anyone want to go out with a loser like you? The answer is they wouldn’t. Ugly losers like you don’t get to go out. No, you get to pump to rejection and the fact that no one wants to be friends with a bottom feeding bitch like you. Why subject society to the inferiority that is your existence when you could stay at home, locked in the gooncave, sending for every expense? That is a much more appropriate place for you to be. You don’t have friends, you have findom. You don’t have a social life, you have a stroking life. Pathetic pumpers pay while pretty girls play.

So, I’m going out — and you’re not invited. Fund My fun and wallow in your pathetic-ness. See you later, loser.