When I was attending college as a young student before I became a billionaire, I often wore mismatched socks to important sock conventions that my college hosted every 3 weeks. One day, as I was rubbing termites into the ground, a famous sock executive approached me with a switch-blade knife. "Give me a billion dollars or I'll knife you!" He threatened. "I'm not a billionaire yet, *******," I replied confidently like I was Mister Big ****.

“What's for supper?” I asked my mommy who often provided food.
“Garbage! Mounds of it!” She duly replied not even remotely rude.
“Holy Moses!” I moaned havin' recently had useless surgery again.
“Shut your cake hole!” Barked she harshly like Barbie does to Ken.