For the purposes of this entry, it helps to know the circles I travel in. While you and your friends are out getting sloshed at the Olive Garden, I'm 30,000 feet above the planet on my way to a weekend in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat (Ladies, take notice). So don't act surprised when I tell you I know a guy who wrecked his
Lamborghini Murcielago in Miami.
In truth, this is more of a "friend of a friend" situation. My brother's, cousin's, father's, nephew sort of thing. But I do know this, the car was real. No one was (seriously) hurt. Insurance replaced the car. And
pictures of a destroyed luxury super-car is a guarantee to get people to read your blog.
For the purposes of this entry, it helps to know the circles I travel in. While you and your friends are out getting sloshed at the Olive Garden, I'm 30,000 feet above the planet on my way to a weekend in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat (Ladies, take notice). So don't act surprised when I tell you I know a guy who wrecked his Lamborghini Murcielago in Miami.
In truth, this is more of a "friend of a friend" situation. My brother's, cousin's, father's, nephew sort of thing. But I do know this, the car was real. No one was (seriously) hurt. Insurance replaced the car. And pictures of a destroyed luxury super-car is a guarantee to get people to read your blog.
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Interesting blog but starting if off by implying you are better than the reader was unnecessary. For the record my friends and I get "sloshed" at Red Lobster.
Golly, golly fancy-pants: $300,000!
Blows my plebeian mind.