This lousy twat has way more money than I’ll ever have, and she can’t even be bothered to brush her hair before stepping out the door. I probably don’t even qualify as middle class and I manage to take care of my hygiene before running out for errands or whatever. How about you trade with me, Brittney?? You fit the typical look of my income level far more than I do!!
Poor little rich girl. I’m so sad for her life. NOT.