Yo, impristinable one.....kicking butt on Ebay, the auctions, not the stock. It's like the gold rush only with ones and zeros. Building a business, gonna retire early or some such american dreamish sounding fantasy. I've already picked out a Winnebago, me and the missus going to get one of those bumper stickers that says "spending our children's inheritance". I've already planned a portion of the travel agenda. I'm not sure how she'll feel about taking in the crack houses of DC, but I'm going to need something to take the edge off of all the antique store visits.Marion says he will send some of the boys in blue to protect the "bago" whilst I sample the local fare.
Ha!
A sign....he wants a sign. Yield, Stop, or get your ass run over, true american steel, enough rubber to supply the Chicago Bulls with safe sex for a year, sipping gas at the leisurely rate of 6MPG as long as you don't turn on the AC. I think I will have the undercarriage lined with neon lights, and install one of those pnuematic lift kits so it can jump up and down at traffic lights.....picture it, me driving a huge Winnebago, stoned on crack, the "Winnie" jumping up and down like a dry-humping elephant, listening to Laurie Anderson on a surround sound stereo with 6 pairs of Bose 901's. Are you getting the picture?
Meanwhile, my wife sits calmly, drinking a classic Coke, doing a crossword puzzle, and occaisonally saying "You could always stop and ask someone for directions".
Ha!
Living Large, somewhere in the heart of darkest america.... |
