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I would have all who wish Jennifer Aniston harm 'taken care of'.

Given the 'no object' amount of money, there could be a variety of forms for that 'taking care of' to be executed.

I would inform Jennie of the above and give her the address of my island (didn't I mention the island?).

Also the phone number of Angela the pilot of my Lear jet (the Lear jet, I'm sure I said).

Anyway I'd leave it up to Jennie to join me or not, as she chose.


Just being her guardian and protector would be sufficient.

Actually, come to think of it, the ladyboys probably aren?t such a good idea.



What I really want is a Bat Cave. I mean I?ve got the shed. It does have a computer in it and the wife seems to be coming around to the Alfred costume but it just isn?t the same.

Mick Mac Wrote:

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> > > Jennifer Aniston.

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> > If I was the richest man in the world I would

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> > Ms Aniston to bugger off and never make another

> > movie or TV series again. I find her really

> > annoying.

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> I didn't want her for her acting skills.


If she's lucky, she won't be needing them :))

Brendan Wrote:

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> Actually, come to think of it, the ladyboys

> probably aren?t such a good idea.

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> What I really want is a Bat Cave. I mean I?ve got

> the shed. It does have a computer in it and the

> wife seems to be coming around to the Alfred

> costume but it just isn?t the same.


The question is Brendan if you want to keep it secret like a proper Batcave, would you kill all the builders as Bruce Wayne must surely have done?

I mean they're not expecting us to believe it was him Robin and Albert put the thing together.

Must think we're daft.

That?s one of those deep moral questions right there bruv. It?s like like the one like was it ok for the Rebel Alliance to blow up the second Death Star in Return of the Jedi?* I mean when they blew up the first one^ it was fully operational so would have only housed Imperial troops who were legitimate targets but the second one was still under construction so would have been full of all manner of civilian contractors and building staff.


I?d still rather have a Bat Cave than a Death Star.


What was the question again?




*posed by one Mr Kevin Smith esquire (godresthissoul) in Clerks.


^In episode 4 or 1 or whatever it was that suddenly became A New Hope when it had always just been Star Wars. And what's with that anyway?

Brendan Wrote:

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> A string quartet to play atmospheric music

> according to the situation I was in.



Could be quite useful actually, if they start playing sinister music when you hear a noise in the night you'd know something was up....or the Jaws theme when you're swiming off your private yacht.

I think Brendan's idea is all well and good, but a string quartet? A little too much I reckon.


All I'd require is the Dutch 70's rock group Focus to play the middle section of 'Hocus Pocus' every time I entered a room or exited a lift.

And then get them to play the opening of 'Sylvia' whenever I made eye contact with anyone, continue playing until I looked away and start up again whenever eyes were relocked.

Just the two songs would do me, I'm a modest man.

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