Cars? Oh I certainly will not have a car. That is SO bourgeois. No, I prefer the finer things. For instance, the rich cedar and velvet interior of my yacht The Beat. Chase and Dickie told me I shouldn't name it after myself, but how could I resist? It is to die for.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my bocce. Rutherford is atrocious without me. Ciao!
