“Would… um… like to see my basement… um… I mean, would you like to see around the house?”
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Human organs and ice cream, without the ice cream.
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Love this. So, over the years I have amassed an expansive collection of me posing with keys in front of other people’s palaces. It’s sorta out of hand by now. Met some really nice folks this way.
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You think a paranoid millionaire is going to sic the dogs on him?
Most people are pretty normal, even millionaires. One gets a skewed impression if all you ever read about are news stories. Those sorts of things make the news specifically because they are so outrageous. He could have probably even gone up to the front door of that couple of that pulled guns on the BLM protestors. They might not have answered the door, but he wouldn’t be in danger.
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Well…I was born with nothing…and still have most of it left.
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(Great minds think alike…)
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War on Buffet? Oh great, another excuse for pushing tax dollars in to the Military/Security Complex.
At least he didn’t run into these losers
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Thanks! I needed that!
I wouldn’t call most of these “McMansions.” These are legit mansions. Most of them are pretty fugly, IMO. I was a little disappointed not to see at least one door opened up by a liveried butler.
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The gynecologist wearing the “I’m the Michael Jordon of Vagina” T-shirt.
Also, this has never happened to me, but if someone knocks on my door to tell me “Nice house you got here: what do you do for a living?”— I dont think I’d be anywhere close to as gracious as these people were.
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Old money, like robber baron money, the families that lived through Thorstein Veblen - Wikipedia “conspicuous consumption” theory, stopped trying to show off, at least to common people. They show off to each other with simple, non-flashy, but very expensive clothes. Simple, but very expensive haircuts and hairstyles. They are in the upper East Side of Manhattan, Connecticut, Boston. They wouldn’t buy houses like this. They might own cars like that, but not drive them. They have their own drivers. I could walk right past them on the street and not know if they were millionaires or billionaires or waiters at a nice restaurant or salesmen at a suit store.
Freelance homicide for hire.
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Whoa. He sprung for the V6 Jetta! 
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It doesn’t really surprise me. He shows up, compliments them and their taste/style and then asks a simple question?
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I’ve wanted to do something similar for years, but with food. I often find myself walking through neighbourhoods around dinnertime and some of the cooking aromas are very compelling. One large house in particular had a couple Jamaican families living in it; they would often cook all day. I thought a perfect premise would be to go up on the porch, knock and say “What’s for dinner”? and then invite myself in (with my camera crew, of course 
) If I looked less like a hermit that lives in a cabin in the bush it might have worked, too
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(chuckle)
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i would watch this.
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