Wasting away again

A lot of folks are resentful of rich people, but I like 'em. Or at least I appreciate them for what they are - an important source of money. No poor guy has ever tossed a hundred in the tip jar to hear a rendition of “Margaritaville” consisting of the first line chanted tunelessly over the chords to “Song For My Father.” They're pretty dull, though. Bespoke suits and trophy wives are such conventional ways to spend money. Me, I'd put in a Men's Room. Nothing tells the world you've arrived like ice in the urinals and a novelty condom dispenser.