...I would hire a suicidal hit man. Send that hit man to flying school so he could get his pilot's license. Charter a leer jet. Invite K-Fed, Paris, "Firecrotch" Lohan, the Olsen twins, Tara Reid, that guy who founded "Girls Gone Wild," Diddy, and Kate Moss to an exclusive all-night coke fest at Hugh Hefner's private island near St. Bart's (sponsored by Astroglide and Camel Lights). I'd load their stupid, self-obsesseed, no-talent asses on to the plane (with faux paparazzi there to make them happy and feed their insatiable egos), then I'd have that suicidal hit man ram that plane into the sea at about 600 mph.
I'm going to buy ten quick picks tomorrow.
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If the lottery thing doesn't work out, maybe we can pool our money or something. I'm in for 10 bucks!
I'll see what I can do if I run into any of those buttwads is Vegas.
Goddamnit. "IN Vegas."
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