Millionaires aren't two a penny these days, but I'm sure you'd love for your name to be on the top ten list of rich folks in your city.
Think about it, eh!
You're no longer hitting the timeclock at a j-o-b, but fat paychecks stubs are frequently cutting a path to your mailbox. Your business has never been better.
Look! It's midday and you're just now dragging yourself out from the sack. You hobbled down the stairs, and flopped down in your office.
Your only item for discussion today (not problem; you don't have problems -- you just have discussions) is keeping your accounting books straight for the tax man. A few clicks on the computer, and you're done.
Sloppy as you are, (hair all disheavled, teeth aint brushed, faced aint washed) in a minute you're in your office. Not to work, just to discuss matters with your friend the accountant on your videophone.
What a deal, eh!
As you glided pass a mirror down the hall, you glanced at your image, and surely enough you look like sh..! For once you had to agree with the mirror.
Before you got settled in your high-back leather chair, to your surprise someone rang the doorbell. So you checked the security video monitor.
It's a kid!
Slowly and laboriously you climbed back up the stairs, opened the door, and the kid immediately turned white as a ghost as he says,
"Sorry sir! my mom said you were a millionaire." He instantly turned and scampered across your expensive green lawn, like a scared animal running for life.
"And so..." you hollered; puzzled.
"I've never seen a bloody sloppy millionaire before" said the kid, tripping over his legs.
What the...!
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