You work so I don't have to. You get up early in the morning so that I can enjoy the luxury of napping in. You wear boring, dowdy work clothes so I don't have to. I get to prance around in pretty, frilly lingerie like this onesie all day. You deal with an annoying boss while I get to relax at home, rolling in loser dollars. The life of a brat goddess really is perfect. Keep sending. Keep spending. Your loser dollars fund my spoiled, lavish existence.