St. George's School would like to thank the author for calling them a prestigious boarding school--though not prestigious enough to name them, I guess.
Nobody should have needed to be told that Tucker only got into Trinity because someone from St. George's, most likely his girlfriend's dad, the head of school, begged them. And reminded Trinity how many full-pay dullards St. George's forwarded their way each year.
Also understand that Trinity in the 80s was almost exclusively a warehouse and threadbare credential for rich underachievers and other sons of the B- and C-list oligarchs. Just like St. George's.
How sad is it that with all the money in his family, Tucker was somehow too stupid for Harvard or Princeton or Yale. And those places are full of rich simpletons. They're for rich simpletons.
Tucker Frozen Pot Pie Carlson is the world's puffiest failson. Everything was given to him. He never accomplished a thing. If not for his family's wealth, he'd be squatting naked in an oily puddle somewhere, eating worms.
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