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Talk about hubris. My wedding will not be spoilt by your baby:

I wasn’t going to mock them until I read this:

If by “went to Paris” they meant one of their fathers had a connection to a factory in China and by “full time jobs” you mean one of them had a rich aunt who spotted them their first mil, then SURE (Im just saying I’m a wee bit skeptical).

Yeah, it’s possible that’s all true, but it reads like 90+% of start-up CEO bios I’ve ever come across. “We had a great idea, knew nothing and broke all the rules! Aren’t we awesome?!”

I don’t understand what any of that food is. It is making me very dismayed.

I clicked through all the pictures and at the end was a delightful slideshow of Catbird’s founder’s home...that was a refreshing palate cleanser.

I just read the entire article out loud to my husband. We’re about to pee our pants. I think my favorite part was the description of the bonzai toast.

$10, 000 is probably what the giant dreamcatcher cost. I don’t think we’re in five-figure budgets here, Toto.

I loathe both of her dresses.

What the fuck is a silent disco?

I feel like the clientel who can afford Per Se are the hedgefund dudebros who run to the bathroom every 10 minutes to snort coke and their equally coked out escorts dates who are too busy taking selfies to actually pay attention to the meal anyway.

The article just made me sad. I can understand spending a certain crazy amount on a meal but those prices are so absurd it's hard for me to imagine. And for those prices, if it's not the best experience of your life then it's definitely not being done right.

Its people in general, my bro in law knows more about the Kardashians than cars.

How about a big plastic engine cover with big plastic googley eyes staring back at you? That’d be hilarious!

Did that baby hit 88 mph, because I definitely see some serious shit.

Did he not get up to 88 MPH?

Riding in the back seat, or being ridden in the back seat?

“What if the back seat was the new front seat?”.