Many of you obsess over stocks– in never ending quests to get rich or rich-er. No matter how much money you possess, you could always have more–which drives men to do outlandish things. I’ve satisfied myself with having enough, requiring only the smallest of luxuries, delicacies from the east and pomp from the west.
Now to my point. I do not wear shorts, ever; because gentlemen wear pants, high quality, in the most supercilious of ways. Shorts are for children or field workers, who enjoy having their calves exposed to the caprices of vermin. I hope you understand what I am saying to you and take notice, for if you are above the age of 25 and still venture outside with knees exposed; you’re a jackass– underserving of my attention and most certainly my money.
Good night and farewell.