From time to time, we at STH like to feature a hustler who is struggling with his/her game. This is Peejay's story:
Dear STH,
My name is Peejay and I cover fashion for blogs read by no one. I'm also the author of well known books such as Brunch with The Moffats and The Bible. I have a designer dog named Delta Bark and an apartment building occupied by major celebrities such as Al Sharpton's hair.
Sadly, I am about to join the ranks of the unemployed and homeless. I don't know what to do. People keep saying "Peejay, maybe you should get a job..." and I usually tell them, "Why don't YOU get a job, fuckface, and give ME the money. You selfish mongoloid."
They don't understand. I'm Peejay. I've had apple juice with The Moffats. I've combsat for Al Sharpton's hair's afropick . I'm an artist. Jobs are for regular people. I'm a divinity, motherfuckers.
Please send me money. I have not eaten in two days. Delta Bark is looking pretty tempting right about now. Please help. Please. Please. Please. Why waste your hard earned money on your own pathetic life when you can give it to me?
Peejay
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