If I had it my way I’d have every billionaire in the world stripped of every single septum and asset and given to me.
Then I’d send them all to a deserted island where no ships or planes will ever find them. They’d have nothing but the tattered rags on their backs.
I’d make them know what it’s like to be hungry and desperate. I wonder if they’d start eating each other.
Then I’d send them all to a deserted island where no ships or planes will ever find them. They’d have nothing but the tattered rags on their backs.
I’d make them know what it’s like to be hungry and desperate. I wonder if they’d start eating each other.
