I am in the market for some satisfaction. I heard squirrel shit is good for that. I went outside and very carefully stalked a squirrel. When he shit, I ate it. It didn't work. It tasted, mmmm, sort of nutty. Am I doing something wrong? A friend of mine told me about the magical properties of squirrel shit. Did he trick me? Or did I stalk the wrong breed of squirrel? One of these squirrels, I will find the right squirrel. My squirrel shit empire, will be huge. I will sell squirrel shit to the entire planet, and we shall all have squirrel shit satisfaction.
Why are yall laughing? I thought I heard a snicker in the background. Is it my business plan, my diet, or what?
elvis, don't say a damn word, i'm busy
"A mind stretched by a new idea can never return to it's original dimensions." Oliver Wendell Holmes
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.