Say you’re a rich person who has everything. I mean you pretty much stole everything, or you inherited stuff that was stolen. But either way, what you’ve got is more than enough resources to afford a damn furnace.

But maybe you wanna make like you’re one of the little peeps. Maybe you’ve always had a romantic vision of hobos and their vagabond lives. No ties or trophy wives. No board meetings. No snorting coke off the ass of a woman who wouldn’t look twice at you if you didn’t have enough money to buy Bolivia. Oh wait, that might be something you don’t want to give up.

But now you fucking MOTU (masters of the universe) can experience your own sanitized little version of the carefree homeless life with this portable trashcan fire.

So wrap that $38,000 bottle of Macallan in a paper bag. Cut the fingers off your driving gloves and eat your caviar straight from the can while you warm yourself with the glow of this beauty. You too can experience the freedom of abject poverty without any of the actual horrors.