Money Money Moneys!
28 Mar 2016GI Joey
Commander's Log, 27 March 3302:I am the illest pilot since the better looking Wright Brother. I'm not bragging, or anything, I'm just saying... Making 20 million credits while barely paying attention? Short of during attempted hijacks and takeoffs/landings?
I am beast, hear me ROCK like a boss.
I only need 55 million credits to be able to afford a decent spec 'Conda.
Can't wait to get back to Medupe and show Angelica my own personal model of the Pride of Faulcon DeLacy's shipyards... Crazy cougar.
God, I need some drinking time. I wonder if there are any bars here on... Julian's Reach... Hmm...
Antifreeze, thy name is cough suppressant.
Ah, fuck it, I'm rich. Antifreeze, thy name is some one else's cough suppressant. I'll be drinking from the top shelf tonight.
And coughing from the burn.
Don't wait up, Deborah.