Yeah, that's what I do from time to time. Imagine I have enough money to buy a jet. I was looking online at some jets at www.controller.com and it was quite fascinating to see that you can actually get a reasonably decent one for around 2 million. Like a funky 70's jet with the cool seats and stuff in it. Probably needs a lot of work though. There was one there worth 65 million that was a serious piece of kit. Like seriously pimped out. Wood carvings and book shelves... couches that you wouldn't ever feel clean enough to sit on. Unreal stuff. But then I take it a step further. So you've bought your jet for a couple of mil, had it checked out and unexpectedly, it's in tip top shape. The motor has been completely overhauled just 20,000 miles ago... but you wouldn't know the first thing about flying a jet. You need a pilot. Well as it just happens, I mate of mine flies Qantas planes for a living. Yes, I know a Qantas pilot quite well. And with that, if I can buy a jet for a couple of mil, I've got enough to employ a pilot full time. Yo pilot... let's fly to a country I've never been to. Then there's the matter of an Air-hostess. And I say hostess and not host, because it needs to be female. I'm not misogynist, or sexist... I just know what I like. I would really like a scantily clad air hostess to serve me drinks on my own jet. Thanks. What about the wife? Say you? Well, I own a jet. She probably has some decent diamonds or expensive shoes or some designer clothing worth a LOT of money by this point too. Perhaps our latest flight is going to Milan, where we are going to splurge on some awesome trinkets? Yes, wife has no problem with the scantily clad air-hostess; whom I shall name Roxanne, whether she likes it or not. Hey I'm paying. It's not as if she has to have sex with me... or... does it? So the jet is flying through the air at some god awful speed, I'm sipping a fresh and dirty Martini with extra olives prepared and served delicately by Roxanne, Qantas boy is up the front leading this crazy entourage and wife is kept busy by the on-board Video glasses unit, installed into every seat. All 12 of 'em. Leather bound, completely electric, folding down to a king single bed. We're flying to Milan; but we're bringing presents back for everyone... so chill. Sigh. Wish I was rich. I would do some cool shit. Love Court.
Posted: 2009-02-21 02:00:18Author:admin