Monologue That Most Likely Does Not Reflect The Views Of The Author-An Exploration In Character Development

There are two things that everybody in the fucking world is concerned with: money and love. That's what I want too because I'm just like everybody else in the fucking world. My ideal life involves me sitting around in a pile of money buying fucking eight-trillion dollar llama-skin assless chaps online while getting sucked off by my super hot model girlfriend who I'm deeply in love with. I think that's the picture that just about everyone has in their mind whenever you ask them "what do you want?"

The only problem is that's a steaming load of fucking idealistic bullshit, and if a guy like me ever had eight trillion dollars to spend on assless chaps then the world would be in a hell of a lot of trouble. So maybe it's good that most people never get what they want.