The Jokes On You

Well hello My Pro Robbers

Funfact: The reason why people  with insomnia can't sleep is because they can't wait for tomorrow.

As I'm writing this I am in distraught. It's kinda sad to say that I'm the richest person in my neighbourhood and I'm always a target. Like I don't make myself seem wealthy. All I do on a regular day is drive around my neighbourhood in my ferrari which is out of the 50 cars I own.P.S I have a really big house and garage. Along with full Gucci and my hair is of course golden weave which I paid a 100 billion dollars just to wear for 30 minutes. So can someone tell me how that attracts robbers. There's even multiple signs around the neighbourhood saying that,At block 26,the house is full of really expensive antiques and the owner has no security whatsoever.  Like I Cleary said I have nothing to steal. Last week I went to work and yes of course I work. My job is to collect my money from the bank that my really rich divorced husband sends me every week for alimoney.When I came back most of my Prada bags were gone. They took the 10 billion dollars I hid underneath my bed along with the silver briefcase. There was even a sign on the door saying." This is a reminder that I have hidden 10 billion underneath my bed in a briefcase and the password is 10 billion. Do not touch or steal. Looks like they skipped past the Do not touch or steal part. Also some of my gold peach paint was scraped of the walls. To make it so worse when I was coming in the robbers were coming out so they raided me of my Louis Vuitton shoes and my Prada bag with the 10 mills I just collected from my divorced husband. I tried to scream but my house is sound proof. After my little incident I went to karate classes to learn self defence. I placed a sign on my front door saying: "I have been practicing karate and my coach says with a lot more practice, in the next ten years I will be able to tackle a five year old,and the chances of me winning is below 1 percent. So if you thieves ever come back here I will be ready to kick your butts". Guess what the following week came and in the night the robbers came back to get a handful from me. Not karate kicks and fists but my money and jewels. My karate was useless cause I only ended up punching myself in the face. No opportunity to call the police cause I was surrounded. By the way the number is 999 right. They cut a piece of my hair cause they thought it was worth something and they were correct it has little gold streaks. But anyways, all I got to say is don't try running for help in 30 inch heels.