Some young punk in my play group asked me the other day, "How many yachts can you water ski behind?" So I decided to suit up and diligence this age-old question myself.
The Double G Me
My pursuit led me on a wild ride throughout Manhattan.
Raiding Windsor Castle didn't help; no one's ever there.
Coffee shops (even Bouchon) are for hippies.
Getting warmer...
Finally, SUCCESS!!! Dad had the answer all along: "Yachts are for sissies, but you can never have too many private jets."
Greed... is good,
JYK
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