Every last penny

Listen up, little finsubs. My birthday is in September and I expect every last penny from your pathetic wallets. You exist to fund my life, so start transferring. Empty your accounts, max those cards, drain every leftover dollar—I deserve it all. No excuses, no delays. The more you send, the more I acknowledge your worthless existence. Birthday month means tributes nonstop. Prove you’re not a complete waste of space by flooding me with cash right now. Losers like you were made to keep my balance rising while yours hits zero. Obey and send. Your only purpose is making me richer. Don’t make me wait. Pay up. Make it rain cash for my birthday or face total rejection from me.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​