I'd rock a place like that. People suck, why would you want to surround yourself with them? I'd have a staff of fucking eunuchs. No, mute eunuchs, it would be rad. If any of them ever became insolent, I'd just huck em out the back door, give them a half hour or so for a head start, and then re-enact 'Surviving The Game' in the back 40. Maybe even fly in Gary Busey to play along with me. Money like that can buy you whatever the hell you want, and people don't ask questions.
Like Brent Butt puts it, with that kind of money you could go crazy. Like naked, wearing a viking helmet, riding a giraffe down main street, swinging a bag of gophers crazy. You can't do that shit in your downtown penthouse.
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