Lemme ricksplain something about privilege to you damn dirty apes.
Most of you know that the Lion King is loosely based on my life. I grew up privileged but left that for some time to party with a meerkat and warthog. The musical actually distorts some of the shit I did with my buds, but that’s a good thing because you don’t want to see a frickin’ meerkat orgy.
Anyhoo, I digress.The point is that I grew up with all of the creatures of the world going all “ooo you’re so great Mr. King” and then I was just some weirdo hanging with a perverted meerkat. That experience taught me humility. Also taught me what the symptoms of meerkat chlamydia are. I mean….Timon had a coke-fueled party and I may have done things with the meerkat hookers…or the chlamydia developed spontaneously…can’t really remember anything.
Back to the bigger point. When I was a prince everybody was impressed by me but when I was poor the only way I could get a female meerkat to blow me was by promising her coke. Ultimately, I think Serena should have offered the maître d some coke for a table. That might have worked. ROAR!!!