"Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about what a douche I am?"

Ever have one of those days where you just really need to hate someone, but there aren't any good targets around? Today is not one of those days. Meet Jerry. Jerry is a spoiled little punk who went to brunch last Sunday at Pranna (probably), which is a very obnoxious restaurant even by Manhattan brunch standards, with his drunk, rich friends. Jerry either had a wonderful brunch or a terrible brunch, because he emerged absolutely wasted, with a desire to scream about how rich his daddy is at anyone who dared look upon him.

Sources: Gothamist