Let me get one thing straight. You jokers, all you jokers who want to be rich, it’s no fun being rich. It’s no fun being famous. I might be a film star but life’s not all a bed of roses. Let me illustrate.
Yesterday my wife walked out on me, and tonight I’ve got my first date since. I’m pretty excited about it, as she’s a fairly well-known person and has both looks and money. A celebrity. The money bit suits me down to the ground, especially since the now-ex-wife will try to get at least half of what’s mine.
It’s important that I impress, so I thought I’d pick the new woman up in a brand-new Lamborghini. A white one. Well, the stupid car dealer had only one Lamborghini and it was red. You’d think with a cash sale they’d make a bit of an effort. There wasn’t time to search around for a white Lamborghini because I need it tonight, so I bought the red one. And now I have to go and change my entire wardrobe.
See what I mean?
I had no idea of the travails of the rich. I must cease being judgmental, it seems.
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You’re never too old to learn. Ooops! I mean, learn while you’re still young.
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The curse of the rich. And we thought life was a ride in Lamborghinis.
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That makes two of us who can spell
LambaginiLombaginyLambogniethe name of the car.LikeLiked by 2 people
If only spellings were horses, we could ride them…
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I suspect your comment has (almost) transmuted you into Samuel Beckett, or maybe into my friend Eugene Ionesco (who used to write to me!) Perhaps your horses are more Ionesco’s Rhinoceroses than Beckett’s Godot!
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Anything other than the godforsaken Godot! Now I am new to the Rhinoceroses of your friend Eugene.
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Rhinoceros (to me) is one of the pivotal plays of the 20th century. Shame on you Uma!!! I might add that I’ve always preferred Ionesco to Beckett – e.g. The Bald Prima Donna I’ve directed I think 6 or 7 times. Not to be silly about it, but I think Ionesco is “a way in” to understanding Beckett (whom I do “love”)!!
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Guilty as charged! Except that I am struggling to finish the Secondhand Time, thanks to the secondhand time I am left with reading and writing. Someday I might read Ionesco after all!
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Ouch! I have slipped in a wrong preposition there! I meant to say forreading and writing, not ‘with’. Mind races infinitely faster than my thumbs on my mobile. 😕
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A preposition stands between being clear AND being unclear! I’ve got to the stage where I can’t see my mobile’s screen. Oh wait! I don’t have a mobile – still thinking about it!
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You never cease to mystify me!
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It was a bit obtuse… It was a reference to a poem we were made to learn off by heart as kids regarding “parts of speech”:
A preposition stands between two words,
As ‘She stood BY the queen. (It’s still obtuse!)
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I won’t sleep tonight due to this poor guy’s travail. Life is no day at the beach, is it? Tsk. Tsk.
😀 😀
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You mustn’t take on other people’s “travails”. So CUT the Crap! 🙂 🙂
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😀 😀 😀 Oh, I forgot. Being nice and all that crap…
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Tchaa! The poor little rich boy!
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I know – it’s so easy to be sympathetic!
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All red! Bloody ‘ell. Enough to frighten her off
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It could well become a curse down the generations: “May all your Lamborghinis be red”.
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🙂
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Your wallet must be the size of an airplane hangar.
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My father bought an entire dairy farm (cows and all) with cash in a paper bag!
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My father bought an entire dairy farm (cows and all) with cash in a paper bag!
And that’s not a wallet in my pocket.
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Ha! A paltry dairy farm with a few scruffy-looking ruminant animals with mad-cow disease! Have you seen what a Lamborghini Countach costs these days?
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Only half a million! Whereas the farm (today) would be 6 or 7 million! Unfortunately the farm is no longer there – only yesterday the Minister of Transport cut a ribbon for a new highway going straight through where once was my boyhood bedroom.
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No sense being sentimental about these things. Who needs milk anyway? Now without proper roads, a Lamborghini is like a flea without a dog.
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That’s true – one must itch before one scratches.
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I never realized how very fortunate I am. And also how much I need to go shopping. My red shirt clashes my white Lamborguini terribly!
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May I suggest you simply get a blue hat – then you will be a patriotic red, white, and blue.
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That could work, though sadly I’m not sure patrotism is in fashion these days.
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LOL!
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hi Bruce, ah the chagrin of being rich.after buying the lamborghini there wont be any cash left to buy the new wardrobe.
I remember going to a comedy open mike years ago and the stand up comedian said she didnt really have to make anything up life was hilarious.
and so I was talking to my neighbour the other day and I saidd about his camouflage jacket I said it was cool and he told me he had matching pyjamas and slacks and I am sure he would have loved to have a car of the same pattern. he typically acts like he lives in a war zone. I will let him know how difficult your situation is to establish solidaritly between victims of fashion.
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Camouflage pyjamas would be pretty cool – especially with the light out!
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Ah, those rich elites. The horror of their lives! No wonder they think they know more than we do!
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Oh to have enough money to be a snob!!
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I prefer well read to well red myself
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