...no, actually, yes, that is exactly what i'm saying.
So, hokay, tonight, I ate dinner in a beach front pent house with a 70-year-old man, his 35-year-old wife, and their 2-year-old grandson. The old man sells insurance to businesses, he ate lunch with the president of Sony Corp. International about 8 months ago. He is quite obviously filthy rich.
His three story apartment looked over the ocean, had 2 separate waterfalls, a jacuzzi, and pretty much marble everything. The toilet was disappointing, however.
The menu consisted of 2 bottles of what I can assume was fine red wine (opened using some strange, amazing C02 pressurizing cork-screw), a mixed green salad, some gross parmesan potatoes, roasted veal chops, and Blue Bunny ice cream.
The wife has admitted out loud that she is waiting for him to die. He made a joke about having many of his own "international affairs" upon hearing about my course of graduate study.
This is the stuff of absurd, horrible dreams.
-kevdigga.
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