I wanna be a motherfucking boss dammit!
Hey bro - it is your older (yet in a cruel twist of fate, much younger looking) sister just stopping by to say hello. I know that some of your past posts have addressed the trauma and the stress that you feel as a day trader, banging away at your keyboard, cursing incessantly at your 42 computer screens, while you try to be in your own words, "a motherfucking boss."
I hear you. In fact, after watching the interest rates on my credit cards soar after being one day late with a payment; after watching the gas and oil prices climb to near ridiculous prices; and while trying to figure out why a household with two adults making what I previously thought was a decent amount of money is often living paycheck to paycheck - I had an epiphany: I want to be a motherfucking boss too!
Imagine the possibilities.... "Eat your broccoli."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a motherfucking boss, that's why!"
"I'm not coming in today. Or tomorrow. Or next month."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a motherfucking boss, that's why!"
The best reason of all to be the motherfucking boss? Control of the jukebox!