I AM SO SICK OF GOLD DIGGERS. SERIOUSLY. FEND FOR YOUR SELF! HERE IS A CLASSY STORY OF SWEET REVENGE. COMMENT BITCHES, Hopefully it will inspire our Kris to give us a good read for the monsoon here in the east!
A woman recently posting on Craigslist described herself as a 25-year-old living in New York. She is, she says, not just beautiful but “spectacularly beautiful.” And she’s looking for love. Or, at least, looking to “get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year.”
Sound crass? Well, she explains: “Keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don\’t think I\’m overreaching at all.”
She says that she’s tried dating guys who only make $200,000 to $250,000. “But that\’s where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won\’t get me to Central Park West.” (Indeed, you\’ll need at least $1 million a year to get through most co-op boards on the Gold Coast.)
Ms. Gold Digger goes on to ask advice about how to meet rich guys, and how to woo them — an especially mysterious process since, she says, most wealthy wives aren\’t as attractive as she is. “I’ve seen really ‘plain jane’ boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys.”
If that had been the end of it, Gold Digger’s post might have vanished into Internet obscurity. But an unknown Wall Streeter wrote a reply that was even more cynical. And the two posts became instant classics, coursing across trading screens on Wall Street, the media’s PC desktops, and blogs by the score. (It’s since inspired all manner of parodies and follow-ups.)
The response, from a guy who “qualifies” with a salary of more than $500,000 a year, begins by pointing out that for a guy like him, her offer “is plain and simple a crappy business deal.”
Simply put, he says, she’s offering her looks and he’s offering his money. “But here’s the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity…in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won’t be getting any more beautiful!” She is, he says, “a depreciating asset” and adds that “a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.”
Moreover, the trader goes on to say that efficient-market theory holds that if Gold Digger were truly spectacularly beautiful, she would have found her sugar daddy by now. So he proposes an alternative arrangement: lease, rather than purchase.
Actually AMY, Get off your high horse. YEs this was posted a while back but I \’FIGGAD\’ Kris would enjoy the read. Secondly You idiot, the word retard by definition does not apply to me. Further more, I have 4 special needs employees that ARE mentally retarded and let me tell you something you moron, they out work normal people like you, strive for perfection and SHHHHHH heres a secret, every SINGLE ONE OF THEM gets at LEAST 5.00 more an hour then YOU would get in the same position. WHY? because they are intelegent, work hard and do not get caught shopping for Prada or in your case poor knock-offs during working hours. To educate you just a bit, here is the word retard defined:
re·tard /r??t?rd, for 1–3, 5; ?rit?rd for 4/ Pronunciation Key – Show Spelled Pronunciation[ri-tahrd, for 1–3, 5; ree-tahrd for 4] Pronunciation Key – Show IPA Pronunciation
–verb (used with object) 1. to make slow; delay the development or progress of (an action, process, etc.); hinder or impede.
–verb (used without object) 2. to be delayed.
–noun 3. a slowing down, diminution, or hindrance, as in a machine.
4. Slang: Disparaging. a. a mentally retarded person.
5. Automotive, Machinery. an adjustment made in the setting of the distributor of an internal-combustion engine so that the spark for ignition in each cylinder is generated later in the cycle.
And I wouldnt call you period. Again, I think you would be a very poor investment, with your…hair color out of a bottle, died RED or brown for artificial intelegence….. saggy breasts and dimpled ass. Now take your used goods and chug on down the road. YOU have WAY too many miles on you for me. I prefer to drive BMW’s not pinto coupes
The Boots! Kinky boots! Ah yes, – the seventies. A playful kick from a more gently rounded pointed toe under a side table at the disco, spinning the lady on her stiletto heel on the dance floor, and later the feel of soft cool leather against my naked skin soon to be followed by the inevitable jab of stiletto heels into my naked flanks, – spurring me on and on to greater things as I gaze into her laughing and knowing eyes, her white teeth glimpsed in a smile beneath parted glossy scarlet lips as her cheeks start to flush red ; yes it was a good time.
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