A Coach Bag

I spent $200 on a Coach Bag. It fell apart after one use. I’m now calling my mom.

Why pay $300 for a bag that’s going to disintegrate in a week? Just buy it at the mall.

I got a Coach Bag on sale for $100. It looks like it was made by a prisoner in a prison made of trash.

She gave me a Coach Bag for my birthday. I know she only did it so I wouldn’t tell her ex she was a backstabbing, status-hungry, greedy, lying, attention-seeking, shallow piece of trash.

I got a Coach Bag from my best friend. She only did it so I wouldn’t tell her ex she was a backstabbing, status-hungry, greedy, lying, attention-seeking, shallow piece of trash.

I got a Coach Bag from my ex. He only did it so I wouldn’t tell my best friend he was a backstabbing, status-hungry, greedy, lying, attention-seeking, shallow piece of trash.

She bought a Coach Bag with her paycheck. She thinks she’s rich. She’s not. She’s just lazy.

Every time she gets paid, she buys a Coach Bag. She thinks she’s rich. She’s not. She’s just broke.

She got another Coach Bag. She thinks she’s rich. She’s not. She’s just ugly.

That Coach Bag is her only way of feeling fancy. She’s just a middle-class whore who thinks she’s fancy.

She’s wearing her Coach Bag like it’s a crown. She’s just a middle-class whore who thinks she’s fancy.

She got a new Coach Bag and thinks she’s fancy. She’s just a middle-class whore who thinks she’s fancy.