They just have to wait on it. Jesus Christ is sounding the horn of retreat, but he's also telling me to stick up for myself. I'm bunked with a retard for some reason. This is unacceptable. He's in the kitchen, to my right hand side, right now, going "Huh horn! Huh baby!" Over, & over, & over again. I'm not really cool with it. I wouldn't play with my kids, really, or my family in general. So, I surely wouldn't play with a retard/mentally-handicapped-individual.
I mean, yeah, all of this is pretty unacceptable. I was the one that consulted my Dad about what to do with a settlement or large payment, otherwise. It's at 48 million now. You need at least 30 million dollars to be rich. A million dollars was 30 million dollars in the 70s. That is the ratio, if you wondering, about inflation. We're inflated by 3,000%. Because 30 million = 1 million = 3,000%. Well, I'm rich now. I can afford to live the rest of my life without any financial hardship, & I can have anything that I want that's common-stock, when I want it, basically without question. The exception is when the quantity or quality is not common.
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