What’s the most you would do to never work again?

Work.

Save.

Retire.

Ole lady's gonna take care of that boner before dinner at 4:30pm.

Don't hate the playa. Hate the game.

depends on stock market. maybe 8 more years at max. put up with a lot of bullshite to get there.

To never work again? Meaning to have so many millions that even a savings account paying 3% would give me the same income as now? Yes, I would eat Rosie Odonnel's arse. I would toss the frick out of that fat whale's salad.

Hell she’s going to sleep at dark

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To never work again? Meaning to have so many millions that even a savings account paying 3% would give me the same income as now?

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Tomatocantender's sloppy Rosie O Donnel seconds if it meant that kind of scratch.

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What’s the most you would do to never work again?

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Not opposed to selling pics of my chocolate starfish and selling online if that means I could play golf every day

Not to be too vulgar, but a buddy of mine (mid 30s) who's a really handsome, charismatic fella and decorated veteran who fought at the height of the battle of Fallujah, wound up marrying his high school sweetheart right before he left for deployment.

A few years after he got back and after they'd started a family, she subsequently had an affair with a socially challenged, specialist MD and it broke up two homes compiled of 7 children total.

There was some messy tea spilled throughout it all.

Fast forward a few years and he's living his best life while his ex-whore has to live with Ted Bundy's far less charismatic doppelgänger. One almost-fateful day, he ventures down to Jupiter Beach on an invitation, goes to a restaurant with the party he's with as a 5th wheel, meets a childless, 71 year old pediatric surgeon who owns 2 boats with a waterfront mansion, and she sucks his dick for the longest he's ever had it sucked (granny factor). They wind up getting drunk, smoking a joint and get to know each other better, and after a few hours, she wants him to move in.*

*After a round 2 involving her wealthy, granny vagina. (She was a very lonely woman.)

Foolishly, he slips out (of the waterfront abode) and leaves unannounced.

He fumbled the bag of bags, and he knows it. We are pretty serious outdoorsmen, and good looking young men can order pussy like it's pizza, but not that kind of pizza: He could've had a Lake Worth Creek mansion, an inheritance, waterfront fishing access using one of his multiple boats, and get his rocks off while she was working or when her osteoporosis was bothering her.

So young men: Use your big head. It'll get you somewhere better - like the Jupiter Inlet tarpon fishing on your granny wife's center console.

Suck a dick.


Or 3.