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.
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