I too am comfy, but to be a billionaire would be badass, come ON, man!
Meh. I'd be dead of something stupid in short order. A fast car, heroin, a stunt plane, hookers and blow. You get the picture.
I would be right beside you, brother. Cocaine (even tho I haven't touched it in 20 years), midget hookers, a 1965 AC Cobra (the 427 model, of course), and a tequila hottub.
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