People who scream and shout and stick various body parts out of limousine windows are, without a doubt, very Nouveau Riche. In fact, that’s the litmus test for determining age-of-money. Old money: quietly enjoys the Bentley. New money: urinates out the window of his limousine onto said Bentley. Shameful. And true.
You’re not going to fool anyone, Nouveau Riche. You are the reason the stretch Volkswagen Beetle was created. Yes, there is really a television inside. Yes, I can believe you drank the entire contents of the wet bar. No, I will not get a load of this (or any other) guy. And if you insist on carrying around an inflatable sex doll, please keep it away from the sunroof. You aren’t impressing anyone, and we will not be offering you membership into our exclusive club.
So listen up, Nouveau Riche! We’re on to you. We know who you are. We will always know. You want to be Vieux Riche? Do it like everybody else. Get a time machine.
You people. Always trying to take the easy way out. Makes me ill.