What would you do when princess my-father-died-in-a-horrible-accident-and-I-need-you-to-help-me-get-shit-loads-of-cash-outta-the-country actually came through with the goods?
If suddenly the Government realised what an asset to the country you are and deposited the petty cash tin in your bank account instead of spending it on cupcakes?
If you let the old biddy at the supermarket in before you in a fleeting moment of mad ‘what the heck, I need to do one good deed in my life’ moment and then she handed you a wad of cash cause she is secretly a bajillionaire?
What would you do if you could just buy whatever you wanted?
Me. I got it all planned out baby.
Shit like university funds, money to charity, therapy for Boo?
Nah. Fuck that.
I want a trampoline room.
A huge room, floor a trampoline and walls covered in velcro. And velcro suits for everyone!
I would be all, would you care to retire to the trampoline room?
And you would be all ‘Woot!’
Cause, dammit, a freaking TRAMPOLINE ROOM!
The kiddies wont be left out of course, while the parents are having uber fun throwing themselves at walls dressed in a suit that looks suspiciously like a straight jacket….
Gives ‘little shits’ a whole new meaning eh?