I don’t know how much my juicer cost. I have servants who squeeze my fruit for me.
They pick my fruit from one of my own personal orchards out back.
I’m so rich that I didn’t realize all the shit y’all are talking about is unusual.
Golf clap. Many golf claps. Well played, Sir.
The 1%?
Peasants.
Well, I would, but I’m just so ticklish!
I have a vacation home for when I feel like taking a vacation from my other vacation home.
I would, but it just gets me down.
The whole concept is fowl.
I thought you were going to say the thought made you goosy!
I’m so rich that I buy the fancy beer. Most of the time. OK, some of the time.
I’m so rich I paid another person to type this for me.
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My chauffeur is driven to work at my estate every morning in his Rolls, by his chauffeur.
…and, it’s chauffeurs all the way down.
The day I stop ordering exclusively off the dollar value menu and/or stop only buying more expensive items when I have a BOGO coupon is the day I know I have made it.
I’m so rich that each horse in my herd of Arabian horses has a separate, personalized cargo plane for transport to shows.
And each pilot has a chauffeur, butler, and live-in maid.
I thought Jerry Lewis donated his clothes to charity, not threw them away. Am I wrong?
I’m never worried about finding my next meal.