100%
The other day I was shopping Barney's downtown like us 1%ers do, and I nearly spilled my vanilla soy latte when I heard such a racket from these hippies calling themselves the 99-percent.
I snapped some shots. Personally, I know I'm a commodity. Market the shit outta me. Please.
I'd say the end is near. But where there is an end, there is always a beginning. So we're both right ranga!
People starting pointing at me, chanting, "You are the 99%." So I joined their parade and made it all the way to City Hall.
And then I saw this freak.
Tried listening to the speeches, but decided to legalize it instead.
Stared at the cement for awhile. Stoner.
And then I said peace out to the 99% and fucked up some Buffalo wings with my homie Bruno.
Cowabunga dude!