Let’s be trashy people trying to be classy

I’m the OP of this thread.

I'm ambrosia salad, because I'm what is imagined to be in the kitchen of every Greek sophisticate.

Anyone with the surname Trump, except Mary.

I’m a certified pre-owned Mercedes A-Class.

I'm swollen Eastern European hooves squeezed into a pair of Prada loafers.

I’m “Versase.”

I’m the label left on.

I’m budget shopping at the grocery store for my crudité.

I'm wearing 100 dead animals.

I’m the Louis Vuitton handbag or tote.

I’m the faux Tudor-style McMansion.

I'm the posting of test driving Porsche's

You called gays?

Bubba, open your mullet satchel and give me some Cheetos to dip in this White Truffle Marinara Sauce.

I'm the $132 Michael Kors snack purse, purchased at Kmart.com

I'm Melania touring the White House decorated for Christmas while a ballerina squeezes out a fart in the background.

I would rather listen to Bunny Bad or Travis Scott than Rachmaninov or Beethoven

The MB A220 Is actually a good car. Front wheel drive with more tech than other classes. I have one amd also an S class and I generally prefer everyday driving in the A. I Also have a vintage ‘68 coupe convertible bit I only drive her on weekends I’m good weather.

I’m the queen who only posts outside of prime time because I’m too cheap to pay Muriel twenty bucks.

I'm pronounced Ver-Sase.

I’m the frau wearing a Lily Pulitzer dress that bares my freckled, sun beaten, leathery cleavage. I have paired it with my bejeweled flip flops I purchased with a coupon from DSW, revealing my white, crusty heels that draws blood from my “hubster” every time I scrape my foot against his leg in bed. My ruby red toenails glisten. I carry my frose-filled tumbler in my just purchased Louis Vuitton Never Full checkered purse that I bought using my Discover card. I am on my way to my neighborhood’s recreation center - which I tell my co workers at the insurance office is a country club- to play tennis…poorly.

People who talk shit about everyone else generally have the lowest self esteem. Let’s face it, we’re all trashy and basic. Doubt it? Just ask around.

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We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars...

I'm the fat guy who thinks women will be impressed because I wear Ralph Lauren Polo shirts.

I have a Patrick Nagel "painting" hanging in my living room.

He painted a picture for an album that was from the '80s group Duran Duran.

I'm the fake Rolex or ugly fake Patek Philippe while I live in a trailer park.

I'm Meghan Markle

I’m the collection of unopened European wines sitting in front of a window.

OP you seem strangely envious of other people. Were you called "trashy" often growing up? Are you poorer than you hoped you'd be at this age? Do peers have nicer clothes than you? What makes you feel so bad?

I hope your life improves.

R30 Ooh, someone's triggered. Do you wear a lot of tacky quasi-designer crap?

I live here... Jealous, bitches?

I’m Kim Kardashian and I paint everything I own in a hideous shade of beige. I’ve never done anything that didn’t serve me and only me. Biden won’t invite me to the White House but my hero Trump did.

I’m the Real Housewife I accessorised by Manolo Blahnik Hangisi pumps and a Birkin.

I’m the doormat that says “Hope You Brought Wine!” or “It’s Wine o’Clock!”

Genius, R16.

[quote]We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars...

Perhaps, but on here those stars are Kim Kardashian, Chris Pine and Helen Lawson.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance I'm sure..."

ALL of the Russian Oligarchs who stole the assets of the crumbling Soviet Union back in the 1990's- the have neither TASTE nor CLASS.

Books are so decorative.

Come down the the basement; we don’t use the first floor.

I’m the ornate tattoo crawling up an entire arm.

I’m Tom Ford sunglasses that only draw attention to a bald, fleshy head and ugly AF face.

I am DL pariah Brooklyn Seacow’s Peanuts wallet from Coach, complete with photo of price tag. Chic. 🤮

I wear what I like and don't pay to wear a stranger's initials and some of that designer shit like Luis Vuitton is tacky as shit to me but I wouldn't recognize it for the most part without those initials. I don't recognize sunglasses or shoes or any of it. I don't really care about most clothing but I do think people look like slobs today but that's due more to ill-fitting clothes than anything. Even fat people can look "nice" when dressed for their body type. The problem is too many of them choose things that don't suit their body type.

Persians in Westwood and Armenians in Glendale

For my parties, I serve hummus but with pork rinds.

I serve prunes with cod.

Chommed to meet ya I'm shoo-ah! Oh, are those Cheese Nips?

Some of you queens are driving me crazy. So many of the things in this thread are wonderful. Even if they are potentially signs of people failing to be "classy," Nagels are hilarious and fun, Lilly Pulitzer dresses are cheerful, and while I don't know what White Truffle Marinara Sauce is, I'm sure I would eat four cups if I ate solid food.

I am megain markle cramming my spongebob body into designer clothing

Charmed, I'm sure!

I work in a flower shop and show too much tit, but my boyfriend is a DENTIST.

R52, meet r49

R53 should meet r 49.

Oh, I just loooove that new dress! How much ya pay for it?

Waiter, my bike!

I'm anyone wearing anything that has a designer's name emblazoned across it in giant letters.

I'm the big rims and blaring stereo system.

I truly forgot to pay for these luxurious items.

"Ain't that sumthin'? Who knew, little fish eggs, could be so salty? Hey, you all got any hooch in this joint? A gal gets awfully thirsty rubbing against so many tuxedos!"

[quote]Charmed, I'm sure!

Mingle, Norma

Bedazzled track suits, often worn on airplanes, and sometimes in First Class.

ALL staten island Italian Americans. Sorry not sorry.

Moe: Enchanted

Larry: Enraptured

Curly: Embalmed

“Napkins, they always cheat you on napkins.”

Ordering a drink at a bar “with a Coke-back”.

I'm that super fake 10 dollars louis vuitton handbag.

I'm getting married -twice, once in VEGAS , and once in my husb ANTEBELLUM SOUTHERN PLANTATION. (The groom's family is not attending.)

I'm donald turmp