I have had a poor boyfriend for three years. I buy him buns and pay rent every day. My best friend laughs at me for helping the poor. It wasn't until he was invited to the Global Business Summit and used eight languages to talk to his opponents that he wanted to jump off the building. I didn't realize that this "poor man" was actually the heir to an international plutocrat. What's even more frightening is that he took out my accounting book and said that he would repay me with interest... Including the 35 cents buns.
