Today I found myself in Palm Beach on a mission of mercy. Talk about conspicuous consumption. The people that live there must have gold plated toilets and silk toilet paper. I'm pretty sure that heaven will look a lot like that, but without the Rolls Royce's on every corner. All the perfectly manicured lawns and hedges, and a lawn crew in every yard. I'm only guessing, but it's probably pretty cool to be that wealthy. Funny how you never see an Obama bumper sticker on a Lamborghini.
To be honest, it was kind of a creepy place. It almost felt a little to perfect, like it's just a cover up for some really twisted goings on. I was glad to return to the other side of the tracks, now this is real life baby!
Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:
Money can buy a pretty good dog, but not the wag of his tail.
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