Steve bought a lottery ticket today. At dinner, he asked what the first thing I'd buy would be if we won. I said I had no idea at all. I said I would like to buy an awesome cottage someplace where I could have a goat.
Wm: You don't want a goat. It will butt you in the butt and you will fly through the air. I saw it. It's real. That's what they do. [pause] I would buy the Death Star.
Steve: The Death Star. Nice. Anyway, where would you like to have this cottage?
Me: I don't know - I picture it in the French countryside. But I don't want to learn to speak French. I guess I could hire a full time translator to just follow me around and tell me what everyone is saying.
Steve: I'd want to live someplace warm.
Me: Maybe I would buy a first class plane ticket to Scotland and enough drugs to keep me unconscious the whole flight.
Steve: Not the Caribbean. I don't want to deal with hurricanes.
Wm: I would build my house in China. That's where they make everything.
[pause]
Steve: I'd buy a Porsche.
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