All Blogs Go to Hell

I wonder how many people out there actually get to spend quality time with the super rich. I doubt it is too many and I bet a lot of people are thinking, "My uncle is pretty loaded, he has a pontoon boat." No. I mean real rich people. Well I get to spend time with them every morning as their seemingly dilligent and willing servant. I serve them meals starting at an ungodly hour until late in the afternoon. Many people may be wondering are rich people as crazy as they seem on TV? Yes. They are even weirder up close. Especially the old ones. I live in a town teeming with rich old ladies, wishing they were younger and doing everything in their power to appear that way. However, the thousands of dollars they spend on their appearance doesn't really make them look any younger, only way crazier. Face lifts and boob jobs don't do fifty year old ladies any favors. They make them look scary. Like large busted skeletons. Eww...creepy. I have a hard time not cringing when they make eye contact with me. "I'll get you whatever you want skeleton lady, just don't look at me!" I have a hard time understanding how anyone looks in the mirror after all that work done to them and thinks, damn I look young. Which is why I've come to the conclusion that many rich old women suffer from mental disorders. And also that rich people suck. I need a new job. Jackson is so small that I get off work and go into town and see the same people I served food to all morning. I have to admit I have a hard time stopping myself from telling them to go get fucked.