Hollywood director Carl Rinsch was arrested on March 19, 2025, in West Hollywood on charges of wire fraud and money laundering after allegedly misusing $11
I know a sad little boy like that (wife’s ex) and even his own children think he’s a sad little boy, always and only bragging about how rich he is. He’s moderately wealthy at best, but has to keep on yapping about is dynasty (yes, dynasty)
People banging on about having “generational wealth” is a pet peeve of mine. If you have it you wouldn’t talk about it, and it’s fine to want to set you kids up but you mostly want to spaff it all on awful shit people told you was bougie.
I miss the days when people who got rich suddenly bought jetskis, a good toilet, and blew it all having an amazing time. There’s an honesty to that I can respect (as a poor).
Imagine going from sleeping in this, to sleeping in a prison bunk.
The drop-off must be astonishingly jarring.
What an idiot. This is what happens when your appetites and cravings are a bottomless pit, while lacking any self-control and any sense of scale.
It’s like Pi (yeah, that one, 3.1416)…
Whether it’s a tiny circle or one the size of the universe, Pi remains constant. Like with this guy, the appetite remains this constant mindless thing at every size and price level.
[from a breakdown of expenditures]
Hot damn, and I thought my current $700 foam mattress was overkill.
I am also curious what one million dollars of bedding is like
The same as 700 dollars of foam but you get to massage your pathetic ego when you brag about it to people who think you’re a sad little boy.
Ding ding ding, this is it
I know a sad little boy like that (wife’s ex) and even his own children think he’s a sad little boy, always and only bragging about how rich he is. He’s moderately wealthy at best, but has to keep on yapping about is dynasty (yes, dynasty)
People banging on about having “generational wealth” is a pet peeve of mine. If you have it you wouldn’t talk about it, and it’s fine to want to set you kids up but you mostly want to spaff it all on awful shit people told you was bougie.
I miss the days when people who got rich suddenly bought jetskis, a good toilet, and blew it all having an amazing time. There’s an honesty to that I can respect (as a poor).
Imagine going from sleeping in this, to sleeping in a prison bunk.
The drop-off must be astonishingly jarring.
What an idiot. This is what happens when your appetites and cravings are a bottomless pit, while lacking any self-control and any sense of scale.
It’s like Pi (yeah, that one, 3.1416)…
Whether it’s a tiny circle or one the size of the universe, Pi remains constant. Like with this guy, the appetite remains this constant mindless thing at every size and price level.
Please get yourself a better mattress. It’s one of the few things that’s worth spending more on.