I like to think that one day, when I’m rich and famous (slang for ‘piss poor’), I’ll be able to go to the car dealership with my girlfriend who’s also rich and famous (slang for ‘piss poor and as short as me’) and test drive the most expensive car there.

I’ll have no intention of buying it, but I’ll go in a suit and all that crap anyway, talking about how much I want to get away from the car I’m driving at that time because it’s dragging down my social status.

That’s what I’ll do.