Me: I’m winning the Powerball on Wednesday.
Ryan: Best to start planning now. I suggest permanent Disneyland passes with one of those tour guides that gets you to the front of the line.
Me: And one of those awesome suites as well.
Ryan: Can we just buy an apartment IN the park? Maybe hidden somewhere in the new Star Wars Land?
Me: Only if the kitchen can be modeled after the Millennium Falcon. Only cleaner.
Ryan: Much cleaner. Don’t know what Han and Lando have done on that ship.
Me: Or Chewie! His palms didn’t get that hairy for nothing.
11 thoughts on “And My Butler Will Only Have Four Fingers On Each Hand!”
Oh, you had to go there, didn’t you?
Sigh. Yes…I did. It’s an illness.
Will you still remember us little people after you’re mega-rich?
I’m likely to get 100% more loud…if that doesn’t turn you off, you’re in like Flynn.
Poor Ryan, forever traumatized… 🙂
Every single day of our relationship… lol
Such blasphemy! But I forgive you because when you win the lottery I’m going to live in a wing of your giant house.
Depending on how the election goes…
Don’t slag the wookie! He can do whatever he wants in his private time!