300 briefcases full of smackaroos for the crap of the century? Holly Marry, mother of
OK, so you need one of them to pay for the transport of the remaining 299 (that's a lot of tall fat ugly & evil looking bodyguards we're talking of here, and they must pay installments for those big heavy golden necklaces they're wearing around their necks), then you need another one to pay off the duty officers (cuz it's insane to keep suck large sums of money in a country where that ain't all that much, so you wanna move it somewhere you can buy yourself a country or at least an English speaking mini elephant), then another one to get rid of all the Hispanic people living in your new neighborhood (provided you're not of Hispanic origin yourself, and in the unfortunate other case you'd wanna get rid of all the others then),... leaving you 297 BFoS... paying for taxes and peanuts... leaving you some 238 BFoS... loosing one cuz you ran out of extra soft extra absorbent toilet paper (and you can afford to wipe your asloch with it even if just for the kicks of it and testing how well the color of your rich crap fits with evergreen and would it stick to the president)... 237 BFoS... ... ... Holly smegma, did they at least make it into Guinness' book or records?