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Today I was almost run over by an 82-year-old man in a Rolls-Royce. He felt terrible about it, so he gave me six million dollars.

I walked back into the house and called in rich. Then I drove to my nearest BMW dealer to buy Dad a gift. Drove to his office in a shiny blue 545, and handed him the keys. "Write your resignation letter," I said. He did, but first he ran through the halls hooting and hollering, flailing his arms. Now I know where I got that.

I'm trying to decide what kind of boat works best for naked sparkling wine fights in international waters.

not the same

This is not my cube, but it may as well be.

I went swimming here once.