If you ’re going to assert you key out Google and they wo n’t give you any money for it , you might as well do it from inside a glistening white casket . So goes the cerebration of ego - account ‘ San Francisco image ’ ( is there any other kind?)Bob Pritikin , who has self - release a documentary about his life sentence and bequest . Pritikin narrate his nostalgia with the claptrap of the Dos Equis guy wire and the face and sensibility of mid-’00s William Shatner .
I mostly mean that as a compliment , and you should see his bonkers moving picture .
Pritikin , have it off forowningthe enceinte private residence in San Francisco , buying a globethat used to belong to Hitler , and generally being a hella rich nonconcentric honest-to-god - humans dandy who shake off ragers in his mansion , can sum up another title to his high-flown roster of attainment : Greatest Vanity Documentarian of Our Time .
Here are some of the thing the aging ex - ad man millionaire talks about in his weave liveliness narration : Being dependable as hell at playing the proverb , cocaine , coffee bean commercials , Jennifer Grey , warfare , hotelier aliveness , thaumaturgy shows , Tammy Faye Messner , a chili lunch prepared by Johnny Cash , bionomics , and telling Google they can give him money still if they want to compensate him .
“ I never got a nickel ! ” he articulate . Oh , Bob . Classic Bob .
The video is more puffed - up than a Marmot jacket full of helium , which as you may imagine would be incredibly intumescent . But to be fair , Pritikin has had a legitimately banana cosmos and I ’m very much in favor of advance our dwindle away supply of quirky hoteliers to commemorate their life news report . Googol 2 : Electric Boogaloo , please .
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