You can't buy a life and you can't buy a girlfriend (unless you live in some ****ty country like the Phillipines) so all your supposed money means **** all.
That's embarassing, when I was about 10 or 11 we used to go to the Provan Halls in Dennistoun and had out Party Political fliers on voting days and they would give us a pie and beans for handing them out, even though we threw most of them in the bin. That's the level ST is at, like me as a 10 year old scavenging for scraps.
You get bored of money. You need to have quite a bit of it at least once though, so you can get bored of it. Then you can dispense of that particular envy and start to appreciate that absolutely nothing will ever make you really happy.
It's quite sad and pathetic really. A grown homosexual delivering leaflets. His ma would have been so proud.
What's there to know? Venom, a man who spends all day boasting to anonymous people on an obscure sports forum = sad, boring **** with no life to speak of.