There’s ‘Fuck You’ money and then there’s ‘Fuck You I Make Breakfast On The Audi R8 That My Parents Bought Me Because I Have Never Worked A Day In My Life’ money. The latter is slightly more pompous. Look kids, we get it. Your parents invented Jurassic Park and you have all the money in the world to waste on things like diamond-covered contacts or Dom Perignon windshield wiper fluid, but you really don’t need to document yourself indulging in them.
What you really need is Terry Tate Office Linebacker to follow you around and knock the soul out of you whenever you act like a little bag of dicks. In a perfect world.