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The “Rich Kinds of Instagram” account was a phenomenon during Instagram’s early days. All those tools were tagging their photos with #rkoi trying to get noticed. They were holding stacks of money to their ears as if they were cell phones, photographing themselves sitting with a table of champagne and bottle service, and wearing sunglasses that cost more than your car.
But for every miserable Rich Kid of Instagram, there was a set of parents that allowed their child to become that horrible being. Now, there’s an Instagram account dedicated to those parents. And they’re just as lame as their kids.
Unless my dad is Scott Disick (which I don’t think he is), he’s not allowed to be Snapchatting his murdered out whips with any caption including the word “peasants.” That’s the trifecta for looking like a complete tool.
Those jeans probably cost more than my rent, which is mind-blowing considering they look like they’d make even Ed Hardy cringe. I’m all for flying in peejs, but can’t we just flip off the camera after The Masters on Snapchat for old time’s sake?
Again with the “peasants” Snapchat caption. This guy definitely could’ve valeted his car, but instead probably parked it on the street and sat within an earshot of it hoping to take photos of people looking at it. I wish someone had broken his window and stolen his Rollie out of the cup holder.
We get it, bro. You drink Ace of Spades and are clearly in the “new money” category.
Is there just a subculture of dads on Snapchat that overuse “peasant”?
This would be a lot cooler if you couldn’t just call AmEx and get one overnighted to you in under three minutes. Hell, AmEx would probably drive it out to you if you really wanted.
Why don’t you just make her wait for her future sugar daddy to do that with her instead?
This might be the most “dad” photo of the whole lot. I’m not even going to front — if I were that rich, I’d definitely be photographing myself in socks and sandals with my sick cars.
Oh, I get it. You replaced the meat in the sandwich with money. How hysterical, old man.
Can’t hate on this. This is exactly what my dad squad and I will be doing with each other on a golf course in like 20 years.
For every bit of douchiness from the Rich Parents of Instagram, head over to their Instagram page. But don’t follow it because they already have enough in life. .
[via Business Insider]
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