Pardon Me, Do You Have Any Grey Poupon?

Do you have any idea how tough it is to show up to work and be requested to ride in a Rolls Royce?

Do you?

Rough ride in the Rolls Royce...

My chariot of the morning.

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.

I'm rich, Bitch.

I’m rich, Bitch.

Oh Daaahling, do you know how good your feet feel when placed upon furry, plush, cashmere floor mats?

Cashmere Dahling!

Not a feature in your Ford Focus?

Can you imagine how difficult it is steering a wheel that probably costs as much as your college education?

Wheelin' and dealin'

Could most likely steer a spaceship on the moon.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to read a proper clock in an automobile? Do you?

blah blah

Who needs digital?

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…

two toned/spunky/less normal

Rolls Royce body, with a black and silver finish…

with ferrari wheels

with Ferrari wheels…

with the Bentley two toned interior...too much to ask?!

and the Bentley two toned interior…too much to ask?!

Not for this high maintenance, broke ass, dreaming she’s rich bitch.

How high maintenance can this rich bitch be?

Not smiling makes you look wealthier, right?

The drive home from work is going to be oh-so-ordinary tonight.

Probably nothing a bottle of Grey Poupon can’t fix…

CBXB

CBXB!