Last nite, we were having dinner in our penthouse apartment when we noticed the sky in the West all lit up in orange and pink. At first, thought it was Indonesia. But then, on second glance, too close to be Indonesia. Anybody know what happened?
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Anybody Know of Big Fire in West?
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So now everybody know that you stay in penthouse. What was your question again??
wa......u very sacastic leh..........
LOL, was wondering why the need for penthouse. So I decided to switch off my recently purchased Toshiba intuitive laptop, picked up the keys of my lambro, took the private escalator to the garage, opened the cantilevered double doors, drove out using semi auto mode, told my guard to notify the gardener to get his crew the clear the leaves on the meadows behind the outhouse and headed west.
I am not sure why the sky was lit orange and pink, but I was thinking about it while driving to my company (with annual profits of several billion dollars and of which I am the CEO) in my BMW M6 Convertible. If I had my chauffeur drive me to work in my Mercedes-Benz S Class, I would be able to think about it more carefully.
Now, after my heavy lunch (with wine!) at Les Amis, the more I cannot think about this question.
You must be the chap I saw at Les Amis, the chap with the Saville Row duds. I was the one at the counter waiting for the waiter to return my card which I left behind the previous night. Got to say, you were in outstanding company, recognised some captains of industry. Made a note in my Iphone to introduce myself to you, next time I see you at Les Amis. Waiter did tell me that you are well known regular.
Had to rush, as my pilot buzzed me about receiving flight clearence to Maldives. Mrs has party this weekend and wanted me to pick some fresh blue swimmer crabs off Male.
Had to rush, as my pilot buzzed me about receiving flight clearence to Maldives. Mrs has party this weekend and wanted me to pick some fresh blue swimmer crabs off Male.
Ur ok man.
isn't it obvious that sneering tree's orange merc and scroobal's pink larmbo crashed into each other! Thanks goodness they made it out alive
isn't it obvious that sneering tree's orange merc and scroobal's pink larmbo crashed into each other! Thanks goodness they made it out alive
These two sure know how to suan people who intentionally or not show off in their posts
Sorry, got to go.. my driver just told me my Murcielargo's warmed up
isn't it obvious that sneering tree's orange merc and scroobal's pink larmbo crashed into each other! Thanks goodness they made it out alive
It's just a small scratch. No worries. Material possessions are not that important to me.
i'm going to ride in my private jet and do a megare a trois with my 2 new gfs off a nice beach front in the carribean.
West huh?
Oh that's nothing.
Just the exhaust of the space shuttle Obama lent me for a free orbital trip.
You must be the nice chap with the layered egyptian cotton shirt, silk bowtie, that helped me out from the crash. Got to say man, your partner's Jimmy Choos was out of this world. Thanks again buddy. By the way, you must be from the Lien's clan. Know that the only silver shadow is with the Liens.
isn't it obvious that sneering tree's orange merc and scroobal's pink larmbo crashed into each other! Thanks goodness they made it out alive
Will be delighted if we could get together over chestnuts and discuss the folly of the european wedge-tailed starling as it migrates over the tundra. Our mutual friend, dear Alphonso promises a delightful bottle of cabernet savignon from his family estate. He tells me that the oak barrel that kept the drop in pristine form was made by slaves from the Morroco before slavery was abolished by the French prefect of his prefecture.
Apologies my dear man. It was my fault. I was reaching our for my Caran d'Arche when I realised that it my bookie's dupont and that dastardly "ah beng" twang that comes with it that we all despise. The woes of dealing with pesants.
I just told SIA to cum fetch me and old hag with their flying hospital. U still wanna fight with me? *chey*
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