I have billions of dollars, I am going to

I have billions of dollars, I am going to cure malaria. I have billions of dollars, I am going to run for president. I have billions of dollars, I am going to dress as a bat.

I have a billion dollars, I am going to build penis island. I have a billion dollars, I will cure world hunger. I have a billion dollars, I am going to make you all billionares. I

have a billion dollars, I'm going to hire a new family. I have a billion dollars, I'm going to build an air conditioned jungle. I have a billion dollars, I'm going to buy everyone

dance

-- and with that simple, mild suggestion, people everywhere in all situations began to dance, widdershins and sunwise, dancing where they were and dancing without moving. Finally

The grammophone played david bowie's blackstar album.

Where Did the Baby Cookware Go? and it's cover depicted a truck full of dead babies. In general, if I may generalize General Custer. Not hearing the contrary, he proceeded forward.

Pretty soon he had become the largest producer of god-awful rot in the whole of North America. His hideous books and albums sold like fake noses at a clown festival. He became rich

in jello molds and the circus prison picked him up. He was tried and sentenced to a rot free chain gang where clown noses were banned. "Shower you fool!"