The next time we see each
other, things may look slightly different. Maybe it'll be the
monocle for my right eye. Maybe it'll be the Cuban cigar in my left
hand and the 60 year old glass of Glenfiddich in my right. Perhaps
it'll be my tuxedo, top hat, and cane. You see, I'm living the good
life now – I'm a millionaire! Who'd a-thunk it?! A boy from
Nowheresville, Louisiana is a mill-yuh-nay-uh!
Now I promised I wouldn't
let this go to my head, it's so unexpected though that it only seems
right to splurge a little...but only on for the absolute necessities
in life. I think the first necessity that I'll purchase is a pet
pygmy hippo for companionship.
I can now stop walking
everywhere and purchase a new method of transportation befitting of
my regal legs.
And to gussy-up my
apartment, I believe I'll pick up one or two of these.
As I walk to the bank to
claim my millions, I can't help but to remember my old friends and
wonder what they are up to now. Ah, the poor life I used to lead!
There's a chance that I'll miss it...but probably not. The only
thing left to do is to cash in my gigantic pile of money fit for an
Uncle Scrooge money bin...
And then convert it to U.S.
Dollars...
?????
...there must be something
wrong with the currency conversion...
...hmm...
...like I was saying...I love
my old life style and friends, who needs materialism anyways?!
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