http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBHZFYpQ6nc
Many online make claims to wealth & taste... And then quickly betray themselves by the details of their posts... They only fool fools.
- So lets have a level playing field.
Never mind your online persona - What would you do if you actually were a wealthy man?
Money to spare.
Money to waste.
Money to lash away.
What would you do if you were a rich man?
Do tell.
Best,
Jim
guitars, records, clothes, concerts, cars, and most importantly journeys all over the world...
Try not to get into the pools-winner, spendthrift mindset.
I would probably take more taxis rather than wait for public transport though. A car is as much of a hindrance as a help round here now - parking and congestion being the main problems.
Probably be able to indulge in a better quality whore- the real high class ones - the younger daughters of aristocracy who have an avid coke habbit to maintain.
give up engineering and become a professional photographer specialising in landscapes
I would publish an anthology of Russell's gently erotic fiction.
live like monsieur dickie greenleaf it'd be a gass!. How cool is alain delon. Fantastic clothes in plein soleil
Sit in the Jungle Room in my valour leisure suit, eat hamburgers and chitlins and shoot out TVs...
* Live down the beach, but also a penthouse overlooking the city
* Shag heaps of hot 20 year old chicks on stuff (4 heavily tattooed skimpily dressed girls a week)
* Buy 500 pairs of highend shoos (l could easily do that)
* Buy a wardrobe full of bespoke clothing.
* Big stodgy Rolls Royce
* Best music equipment
* Servants
Need nothing else. Would like to help people less fortunate. Would give everything away in my will to people in need.
Are you married Shooey? Sounds like it.
I'd buy a big house, travel and collect. Then again I might just buy a big house and do opium.
I had the big house and did opium... That's why I dont have that big house anymore!
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Not wishing to get all evangelical on your asses. But I had that life you talked about for many years and retired myself from reality. It was only after I lost a lot of money, kicked the drugs and the drink that I found happiness. Some things are not what they are cracked up to be. The greatest pleasures in this life are often the simplest. We just don't always see them right under our noses.
Or you just could be the best dressed corpse anyone's ever seen.
Here endeth the sermon...
Yes, that was a very unfortunate choice of words '66. Just when I was getting all 'Little house on the prairie' or was it 'Highway to heaven'.
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But Shooey. What would be the one pair of shoes you would choose for your tramp-like life on the streets? I'd choose my solid Red Wings. Hang on, there might be another thread in this...
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