Really! Seriously. I am not making this up.
The other day I was reading the recent issue of Bloomberg Businessweek, when I happened upon the following quiz: "Are You the 1 Percent?"
Thinking I would not be anywhere near the One Percent that own everything in this country including me, I took the test. I scored a nine, which surprisingly puts me in with the One Percent.
So excuse me while I roll a fifty dollar bill and smoke it, as I recline on my Barcalounger which is on the deck of my forty-five foot yacht that is docked on the Miami Marina.
Ah yes, my Salvatore Ferrgamo encased feet are resting of the back of one of those Occupy [insert city here] protesters as I watch the sun set behind one of my many condos that make up the Miami Skyline.
Tonight, I will dine on ...
Trudge's nap is disturbed by Mrs. Trudge yelling, "Have you cleaned out the liter box yet? Taken out the trash? And when are you going to start earning some real money? My mother was right. I should have married that guy with the chicken place. Pollo Tropical or something."
Oh well, I guy can dream and drown in a deluge of his own delusional thinking, right?
Back to being a 99%.
Spoiler Alert: the questions and answers are tongue in cheek.