>>76336632 (OP)I work 10 hours a day in a fucking roasting hot kitchen making fuck all money and this moustachioed Giuseppe probably makes 10 times my wage rubbing down delectable athletic Italian thighs and pussies... There is really no god.
Is it the moustache? Should I grow a moustache? That's the secret isn't it? If I grow a mustache do I get a job where I spend all day fondling teenage thighs and pussies? What's the career path, sports physio? I'm serious what qualifications do I need this is bullshit.
Can you imagine when his alarm goes off in the morning? Do you think he rolls over hits snooze and wraps himself in his sheets thinking 'oh sweet jesus just 10 more minutes of oblivion, I can't face another day of fondling smoking hot athletic thighs and pussies I can't I can't go on like this'?
No, that mother fucker leaps out of bed fully erect and grinning like a loon because he gets paid to manhandle smoking hot athletic thighs and pussies.
When I was at school and the careers advisors sat us down on the computers and we ran through questionnaires to figure out what careers we should aim for there damn sure wasn't any box to tick that said 'i enjoy fondling teenage thighs and pussies' because I'd definitely fucking remember that. If you told every teenage lad that there were legitimate well paying jobs where you literally just rub and squeeze tight toned athletic thighs and pussies we'd have a serious glut of physio therapists in this country.