When I win the powerball...
I will do the following...
Send Amanda to school.
Buy Gene the BMW he's always wanted and our own house in Delaware.
My own place in Chicago.
I will open up a photo gallery and name it Sweet Potato Gallery where the following artists will be displayed...
Martha Zebra
The Rev. Sartori
Shortie Lump Lump
Bonaia
Myself
Guarantee Jeff a spot in the grad school of his choice.
Buy Mom and Jerry a cottage that has a gigantic garden, complete with gardner.
Send my self to school.
Vacation with my friends and family a whole fucking lot.
Have extravagant parties all the time.
Buy Christmas gifts that make people literally poop their pants.
Drop my job like it's hot.
Relax like it's my job.
Shop too much.
Donate too much.
Have the largest, classiest, dark room that would make the likes of Ansel Adams green with envy.
Pay Ryanne huge sums of money to do my hair.
Pay off Martha's credit cards.
Buy a Jaguar.
I think I'd probably get another tattoo.
Buy Country Maid and blow it up.
I will bribe and strong arm scores of politicians so Stacy and Amy can get married nice and legal like. You know, when they decide they're ready for that.
Open up a fabric store in New Castle County that sells good fabric for regular people who sew. And I will not include all that shitty, arts and crafts bullshit. And I will call it "Sew Serious" and I will have my mother and grandmother run it.
I'll also invest, buy stock, and save.
Then I'll write a will.
Send Amanda to school.
Buy Gene the BMW he's always wanted and our own house in Delaware.
My own place in Chicago.
I will open up a photo gallery and name it Sweet Potato Gallery where the following artists will be displayed...
Martha Zebra
The Rev. Sartori
Shortie Lump Lump
Bonaia
Myself
Guarantee Jeff a spot in the grad school of his choice.
Buy Mom and Jerry a cottage that has a gigantic garden, complete with gardner.
Send my self to school.
Vacation with my friends and family a whole fucking lot.
Have extravagant parties all the time.
Buy Christmas gifts that make people literally poop their pants.
Drop my job like it's hot.
Relax like it's my job.
Shop too much.
Donate too much.
Have the largest, classiest, dark room that would make the likes of Ansel Adams green with envy.
Pay Ryanne huge sums of money to do my hair.
Pay off Martha's credit cards.
Buy a Jaguar.
I think I'd probably get another tattoo.
Buy Country Maid and blow it up.
I will bribe and strong arm scores of politicians so Stacy and Amy can get married nice and legal like. You know, when they decide they're ready for that.
Open up a fabric store in New Castle County that sells good fabric for regular people who sew. And I will not include all that shitty, arts and crafts bullshit. And I will call it "Sew Serious" and I will have my mother and grandmother run it.
I'll also invest, buy stock, and save.
Then I'll write a will.