Scrooge McDank the Goldsmoker.
You know how it goes. Another hard day of corporate raiding. You only doubled your investment and complain about the “chump-change” as you sell off all the valuable assets. After all that, nothing sounds better taking dip and jumping into your personal spanish-bullion coin-pool in your giant gold vault.
After jumping in from the gold plated diving Baird, you get out and lay out your towel made of $1000 notes on the gold bar pool deck. Then you lean back and pack your $7,500 18k gold bar pipe from Shapeways full of some classic Acapulco Gold sativa and smoke like it’s 1985 and the Miami Vice theme song is your life’s soundtrack.
Getting dizzier than usual, you notice your hands and head seem extra bruised and bleeding this time, and think as you fade out maaaayybe diving face first into a pool filled with dirty metal coins isn’t so good for the body. But sometimes to live a dream you’ve had since watching “Duck Tales” as a small child is worth the pain and suffering. Especially when you remind yourself gold sure is great for the ego. And that’s all that truly matters… isn’t it??