Walking down Wall St yesterday. There is a dude, probably 30s, in a putrid sky blue matching track suit, talking on his phone.
He's being so loud. Obnoxious.
As I walk by I hear "Are you kidding me? If that was me, I'd be a millionaire, I mean I already am a millionaire, but I'd be a multi-millionaire!"
Ok genius, why don't you take a few dollars and do something about that track suit.
2 comments:
JB, I'll tell you this, chap. Style is created by one's imagination to see the bigger picture. All the riches that man may have, he can't buy himself a creative mind.
He could hire one, but it's no fun when you can't have fun dressing yourself, honestly.
Amen to that AK!
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