Do you like to be enraged by the extreme extravagance of “Rich Kids of Instagram?” Then you’ll be infuriated to the max by the mind-blowing affluence of “Rich Parents of Instagram.”
While you and I work our fingers to the bone to live a meager existence by clawing and scraping for every dollar, these super wealthy fucks are flaunting their maddening fortunes. So let’s hate-gawk at these rich asswipes Ferraris, $20,000 Rolexes and $100,000 bottles of wine.
That’s a great advertisement to get robbed.
HA! I’ve got CVS receipts that are hella longer than that shit!
You should have skipped buying your daughter a Loutboutin and bought her an ass.
*Does a raindance*
“Whoops! My keys accidentally fell out of my pocket and somehow scratched the entire side of your car. Sorry about that.”
Hey may be wealthy, but he’s dumb as a fucking rock for lying there instead of inside the plane.
I can only hope you spill a McCafe all over that white interior.
Birds never shit when you need them to.
I hope your chrome car blinds a tractor-trailer in the oncoming lane causing the driver to swerve left.
Bodyguard? He can’t even guard his body from donuts.
What time is it? Time to be an extravagant douche.
I call that shitty paintjob a drag on your fuel mileage.
I hope a cart gets windblown into their vehicle.
I hope someone took a shit in your Big Mac.
For having such a sweet ride, that garage is tiny. Fucking peasant.
This is by far my favorite photo of the group.
