Just so he can shart out his McD's and ketchup steak and soil everything with his greasy slovenly arse. So desperate to think he can just buy his way into a tacky cartoonish idea of class he'll never have.

Too many syllables for him. He's forgotten the definition of "consequential" by the time he's typed it out.

His editors are the only reason there's no "i" in team...

All his angsty drivel reads like the liner notes in a fascist skinhead band's CD case. Dufus. Absolutely pathetic. Please choke on a burnt ketchup covered steak and finally keel over for fuck's sake.

Thank you, I'll take a look!