hawt
Okay just send me all your money, I'll take out my expenses, buy that chick for a night and direct her to Toronto, divide the remaining money by the number of weeks you have left to live and send you an allowance each week til you're supposed to die.
Ffs. This is easy.
It looks like I was right to be a condescending cawk in each and every correspondence I'm forced to endure with financial advisers.
I don't know why, but after I got older I started to have urges to race when I'm drunk. There is a story of when we all got wasted at our friend's house say 4 years ago, I started racing their cars, on foot. Miraculously, no one recalled me throwing up that night. I think I won to at least 10 yards in each case.
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