Love U.

My boys are arguably comparable to the F4 with the level of wealth they enjoy, most certainly impossible without their Dad.
(Rich-ity factor #298: 3 Lamborghinis, 3 Ferraris, 2 Rolls Royce, 1 wagon and 1 more random car. Oh and 1 more orleng car-rer Lambo on the way!)

Mind you, I even had to wiki the spelling of Lamborghini because I totally had no idea how crazily up-up it is.

You know something?
These are the responses I think those 10 cars will get ---

From the adults: WAH!!! (Feel free to add in exclamation marks as required.)
From the kids: WHATEVER.

Money = Respect, even for a Dad?
Hmm.. maybe try again when your car count reaches a hundred?
But the chances are still slim.

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This song had me searching like an idiot.



Will all spoilt brats be fortunate enough to actually be a nice person within, then grow up and meet a girl who brings out the best in them i.e. make them want to change their stinky character?

With all the optimism I am able to muster, I say, "MAYBE."

Ok, at least I hope they get happy endings. But this world has never really been that kind to people who are too proud/lazy to work for what they want.
So OOPS?

PS: If you think my job now is cool, consider the fact that I have zero interest in cars and prefer public transport and think again.

Buhbye.