7 thoughts on “When You Have Fuck You Money

  1. Don’t need ‘fuck you’ money.
    If you’re The Commode in Chief’s favorite son you have the US Marines deliver it for you.

  2. Back when the American car industry was strong I knew of a couple who caught the early-morning Concorde from DTW to Paris, had dinner there (dinner because time zones plus flight time), and flew back that same day to Detroit. Just to be able to say they’d done it.

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