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If you became wealthy, how would your life change

that sucks heather. i cant imagine my dad ever telling me i couldnt do something or wasnt pretty enough. thats fucked up.

although, when i tried to join the army in college, my dad told me no fucking way. and that was that
 
I'd quit my job and become an international man of leisure.
 
no porno...lol. I was always a good actress and wanted to act. My dad said I wasn't pretty enough and better get a "real job" or he wouldn't pay for my dorm and give me my $500/semester stipend for food and books...lol. I got full tuition academic scholarship to undergrad, but it didn't pay living expenses/books, etc. My dad still claimed me as a dependant and I couldn't get grants and loans when he was claiming me. So, I did what he said and went pre-med. Later I gave up the pre med once I was on my own feet and paying my own expenses,etc. I think the message that I could never make it as an actress really sunk in, though, because I didn't pursue it.

Aw well, maybe I would be eating alpo, or worse, ramen noodles right now if I had pursued it, anyway...lol.

You sayin that you find the idea of consuming Alpo to be somewhat appealing? :worried:
 
I would definitaly not work every single day, however I think that I would work atleast 3 days a week or something. I would have to do something to keep myself busy. Not to mention I would not want to piss through the money, I would like to be able to save also.
I would obviously get myself a much larger house, a 4 bedroom so my boys would not have to share a room. Nothing too fancy but enough to where we will always have extra space!
I do not think that I would change too much, I would just live more comfortably. I would hope that I would become more giving also. Give to more people who are in need, that has always been a big thing to me.
 
okay, I'll scratch costa rica off the list then. Dang, the travel brochures looked much nicer than you described...LOLOLOLOL.

that's cause the brochures only show the fucking trees and shit. rain forest, volcano, beaches.

it doesn't show you the signs welcoming you in the airport.

Welcome to Costa Rica. Please Do Not Have Sex With Our Children.

(no lie)

you go rent a car, you leave the rental agency with an armed guard with a shotgun in the backseat and another car following you. You go to the hotel, the armed guard gets out, gets in the second car and goes back to the agency, they just delivered you safely to your destination, now if you get jacked for the car, it's your own fault.

Imagine if you want to take Dev out in the backyard to play on the swing set, you had to first drag the swingset out of the garage and assemble it, then when he was finished, like in 15 mins, you had to take it apart and store it back in the garage.

Imagine your home have gates ten feet high, with the top of the gates, the roof of your house, the bars on the front door and garage door all wrapped in razor wire.

Kind of bad huh?

Now imagine a 22 year old with ripply abs, toothy smile, and massage therapy license rubbing your feet, rubbing oil on your sunburn, ironing your clothes, fetching your meals, washing your rental car, muff diving for hours, and letting you do anyting you want to him even if it is laying a steaming load in his hair.

for only $40 a day.
 
that sucks heather. i cant imagine my dad ever telling me i couldnt do something or wasnt pretty enough. thats fucked up.

although, when i tried to join the army in college, my dad told me no fucking way. and that was that
Yep. Mine really knew how to lay down the law, too. He always took pride that I was a "whiz kid" at school (his words, not mine) but resented if people called me pretty.
 
that's cause the brochures only show the fucking trees and shit. rain forest, volcano, beaches.

it doesn't show you the signs welcoming you in the airport.

Welcome to Costa Rica. Please Do Not Have Sex With Our Children.

(no lie)

you go rent a car, you leave the rental agency with an armed guard with a shotgun in the backseat and another car following you. You go to the hotel, the armed guard gets out, gets in the second car and goes back to the agency, they just delivered you safely to your destination, now if you get jacked for the car, it's your own fault.

Imagine if you want to take Dev out in the backyard to play on the swing set, you had to first drag the swingset out of the garage and assemble it, then when he was finished, like in 15 mins, you had to take it apart and store it back in the garage.

Imagine your home have gates ten feet high, with the top of the gates, the roof of your house, the bars on the front door and garage door all wrapped in razor wire.

Kind of bad huh?

Now imagine a 22 year old with ripply abs, toothy smile, and massage therapy license rubbing your feet, rubbing oil on your sunburn, ironing your clothes, fetching your meals, washing your rental car, muff diving for hours, and letting you do anyting you want to him even if it is laying a steaming load in his hair.

for only $40 a day.

40 dollars you say.....hmmmmmmm:evil:
 
If I didn't need to work anymore, I wouldn't. I would live in a cabin in the woods in North Carolina or on the beach in Florida or Hawaii or maybe even Costa Rica or Belize. I would surround myself with good books and adopt a dozen more children. I would travel some and maybe take some college courses. I would take photography classes and maybe see if I had the talent to exhibit some of my work. I could go on and on. I can't imagine that I would ever grow bored.

If you won the lottery I might rent you a couple of mine then you would change your mind on wanting a dozen!!!
Heaven help us!!!
LOL
 
no porno..

Aw well, maybe I would be eating alpo, or worse, ramen noodles right now if I had pursued it, anyway...lol.

Boo No Porn!!!

Be carefull talking about alpo didn't they kill that EFer's dog?
 
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