Rich Men Think Alike
Two wealthy men sat in a park and did chat about their exploits in earnings and profit. They were dressed to the nines, tailored suits, mighty fine, and cufflinks of diamond and platinum.
“Ho ho,” said the first, riddled with mirth, at his skills at investment and business. “I’ve got to admit, and this is legit, I make money with surprising quickness.”
“How you talk!” said his peer, a smile ear to ear, “Just listen to this story. I make a million a week, and this is no cheek, just the interest could fill a lorry.”
“My friend please,” said the first, “You’d be brought to your knees, by my amazing net worth. A million a day, I call my pay, and I own 1/8 of the earth!”
“That would mean more to me, if it were not hyperbole,” was the haughty reply. “My assets you won’t beat, like my winter retreat, a house thrice the size of Versailles.”
“Oh it’s assets you want, how’s this for a haunt, a cozy cabin right on the moon. I get there rarely, my company can’t spare me, but we should visit there soon.”
“Ok I agree, mon amie, you are richer than me, now lets drive back to the city.”
“Well I’m glad to say you see things my way but your wealth is nothing to pity.”
The men got in a Bentley and headed out gently, back to their great riches.Their mansions and cars, marble cookie jars, and only the finest silk britches. Then a great big truck, a bit of bad luck, slammed right into their side. And when the EMTs arrived, did they find them alive? No, the great men had died.
