I’m starting to hear about this thing, this person called a money manager.
A money manager is someone who takes care of paying your bills, taxes, etc (with your money of course), just so you don’t have to be bothered.
You’re basically paying someone to pay your bills.
That’s like signing over power of attorney.
These fucking people that I know have a money manager, talking about, “I haven’t paid a bill in years!”
They just have some guy writing checks on their account, signing their fucking name.
Yeah no, there you go.
There’s a good move financially.
Because you don’t want to lick a stamp 5 times a month you’re going to just hand over all your finances, everything you fucking worked for to some fucking random person dochebag jerk off?
You can’t do that shit, you hear me?
You cannot do that shit.
Anytime you’re in a position to have a money manager you cannot do it, because there’s no way you’re not making more money than that fucking guy.
So all he’s going to do is see you making more money than him and he’s handling all the money and eventually he’s going to be like, “…hey you know, I think I’m entitled to more too….”
So he goes to McDonalds on your dime.
“Da da do boo booooo, your-four-bucks!”
He fucking chows down anyways.
To see if you pay attention.
To see if you fucking notice.
“Do I wait another month?”, he’s probably thinking to himself.
“I mean we’re fucking with the jail time if I get caught, better play it safe.”
2, 3 months go by and you don’t fucking notice and he goes, “My kids got a birthday coming up, let’s see if I can dip in here and go to Toys R Us, let’s see if he notices – let’s just see…..”
He goes down there, gets the Millennium Falcon and all the Star Wars shit for his son.
He gets the EasyBake, whatever you call it these days oven for his fucking daughter, right?
$150 bucks out of the account, do you notice?
That’s pennies to you, you do not fucking notice…
And this wound of his, it just keeps opening and opening, he can’t fucking stop himself.
He’s taken so much fucking money, he starts donating some of it to charity.
Taking his friends out going, “Don’t worry about it boys, its all on me tonight!”
And he knows what’s coming as he sits between his 2000 threadcount sheets at night.
He’s just laying there knowing at some point that door is going to get kicked in and he’s just going to hear them outside the door going, “OPEN THE DOOR!!!”
“OPEN THE DOOR AND GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!!”
And he’s going to be like, did I just dream that!!??
And then he’s going to hear BOOM and it’s going to come open and there he’s going to be.
And then they’re going to grab him, twist his arms behind his back while he’s breathing all heavy and crying and shit.
And they’re gonna haul him off to jail.
But then now you got to take this cunt to court but that’s pretty much pointless because he’s already blown all the fucking cash!
He’s already plowed throw all your money, all your fucking hard work…
Or you know what you could do?
You can make out a check to the gas company every fucking month, you could do that.
You could sit down in front of the TV, watch a little bit of the news and write out a check.
I mean that’s what you could do.
Anyway here’s a 10 min healthy recipe to make those dry ass chicken breasts that are always left over, taste better.
Because it’s back to eating good.
Back to knowing better.
Creamy Coconut Kale & Leftover Chicken Salad
What I Used
10 cup Fresh Kale Leaves (hard stems removed and cut into pieces). 2 cups Coconut Cream. 2-3 cups Leftover Chicken (shredded). 1 tbsp Olive Oil. Salt. Pepper.
What I Did
Lower the heat and let the kale cook, immersed in the water for about 3 mins.
Then drain in a colander.
Heat 1 tbsp olive oil in a med pot.
Add the coconut cream to the pot.
Adjust seasoning a bit with salt & pepper.
When the chicken has warmed through, add in the kale.
Stir gently, incorporating the kale into the creamy mixture.