I speak, America obeys! My millions of admirers in the USA who lovingly read my diary have clearly followed the advice I gave about Ronald Trumpton. ( http://tinyurl.com/ztyd5fa ) A real man with a way with the ladies, just like ME. I mentioned the prospect of ME being able to do a job for him. Perhaps my time has come. Locker room banter ahoy!
This is outrageous. Yet again I, ME, am left fuming and seething at the indignity I am surrounded by. Moaning Minnies wasting MY time blabbering to all because they dump piffling little queries on my doorstep and expect ME to wave a magic wand. I am brilliant as they know, but my schedule cannot be interrupted by such insignificance. An ex is coining it in with regular “Mills and Boon” type features in the paper with a new beau, but I have yet to see any reward. Without ME who would she be? Fair’s fair – where’s MY percentage? Also, word reaches me of substantial disbursements heading the the big man’s way as well. Again, without MY patronage, he’d be nowhere. Percentage. Now.
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