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Step aside, Rich Kids of Instagram. Go sip some Dom Pérignon on your dad’s yacht off the Italian Coast with your bratty friends. You think money buys you happiness, but I challenge you to have more fun than I do rolling 10 deep in a ’96 MasterCraft, tearing through the no-wake zone with a cooler of Bud Heavy at my side. You can’t. Fuck your private chef, too. The bait shop next to the public boat ramp has a taco stand out front that’ll blow the fedora off your head.
Here are the Middle Class Kids of Instagram, balling hard on a budget:
“Nothing too fancy, sir.”
The soles may not be red, but neither is her bank account balance.
Champagne taste on a convenience store budget.
Is he doing the Manziel money sign? He is. He’s doing the Manziel money sign.
Port Aransas, TX, where only one guy dares enter the water.
Spoiling bae on her birthday. #DeservesIt #LuckiestManAlive
Whatchu doin? Nothin’, chillin’ at the Holiday Inn (for $79 a night!).
Higher standards. Higher class.
Dipping out of work to catch 18 at the muni. #TwilightRate #Blessed
My dad’s company has season tix for the Mets! Guess who copped four for this Saturday.
First class lifestyle, coach prices.
Just pulled off a highway robbery at the Polo Outlet. #ShowMeYourHorses
Sperry sock game one hundred million. #TFTC
We told Grandpa we were at the Kentucky Derby. He didn’t know the difference.
Fave if ur jelly. #TheShore
Spent the day catching gnarly waves off the coast of Lake McQueeney.
Summer of Trenton. #SummerOfTrenton #19footer
Turning $50 into $70 in just 20 minutes at the motherfucking Stratosphere!