it's kind of like naming your son "Barron Trump"
It's a contest! Let's find the tackiest way possible for the aspirationally nouveau-riche to spend their cash!

Is it ... a $1,000 pizza topped with caviar, lobster, and salmon roe -- in other words, all the foods that immediately pop into the proletarian mind as "food for rich people"?

Or is it every tacky fucking thing Prada puts its name on? I can't decide if these $520 shoes say "seventh-grade craft project" or "bingo night in Florida."
Man, I know some people love their labels, but I've seen an awful lot of precious little Prada mini-backpacks on Staten Island women on the subway. Prada: goes great with acrylic nails and the boobs your husband bought you.

Is it ... a $1,000 pizza topped with caviar, lobster, and salmon roe -- in other words, all the foods that immediately pop into the proletarian mind as "food for rich people"?

Or is it every tacky fucking thing Prada puts its name on? I can't decide if these $520 shoes say "seventh-grade craft project" or "bingo night in Florida."
Man, I know some people love their labels, but I've seen an awful lot of precious little Prada mini-backpacks on Staten Island women on the subway. Prada: goes great with acrylic nails and the boobs your husband bought you.





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If they got the cash then they can hoard the stash... and I have to say if my system could take wheat well I'd eat that pizza!!! Of course off of someone elses bankroll!!!
It seems a complete rip off to me; I could make an equivalent pizza, if not better, for about a tenth of that price.
And really, it seems a waste of money to put all those ingredients into a pizza, when all pizza is at the end of the day, is glorified bread.
Yeah, I ordered one of those pies during the Super Bowl. So get this--fucking guy forgot my free crazy bread!
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