I really am. They get up in the morning, do some crappy job all day that isn’t even important to society, come home, stuff their faces with frozen chips and microwave chicken, then they complain about their lives and how hard done to they are.
………Is there no such thing as colleges? Most of them with FREE adult courses?
Stop complaining you lard-munching factory working b*stards! It’s your own fault you’re working classed, if you don’t want to be so low on the ladder, then do something about it!
I don’t need to, as God loves me, I was born upper-middle classed. 8) I don’t have to lift a finger for the rest of my life.
Yet, I still work. I’m a carer. But, am I complaining about work? Or money? Nope!
The working classed get right up my tits.