Do you have any idea how tough it is to show up to work and be requested to ride in a Rolls Royce?
And, I assume you also have no clue how to carry on the facade of wealth while inside the insanely pimp ride. You must dress the part, of course – complete with riding gloves and a sparkly skull pinkie ring.
Oh Daaahling, do you know how good your feet feel when placed upon furry, plush, cashmere floor mats?
Can you imagine how difficult it is steering a wheel that probably costs as much as your college education?
Do you have any idea how hard it is to read a proper clock in an automobile? Do you?
Now you know the difficulties of traveling in a Rolls. You’re welcome. (I really wished I had a bottle of Grey Poupon for shits and giggles).
Upon reaching our destination, I picked out my next car (which in this case may be when I’m 188 years old due to how much money I will have to squander away). Here it is my perfect choice…
Not for this high maintenance, broke ass, dreaming she’s rich bitch.
The drive home from work is going to be oh-so-ordinary tonight.
Probably nothing a bottle of Grey Poupon can’t fix…
That Rolls is perfect, you nailed the Rich look and you should totally have your dream car…Fab!
Thanks Girl – a girl can dream, right?!
Ha, I like the “Not smiling makes you look wealthier” :D. I should try that sometime!
For some reason, it seemed to do the trick (or, maybe it was the car)!