Reason to Believe

There you go.  One second of nudity.  But then again, who wants to watch a PG-13 rated film?  What are the Marvel Comic films rated?  Those are very popular, but Johansson never gets naked in them.  

I just looked it up: 

Most Marvel studio films are rated PG-13, which indicates that parental guidance is advised due to intense sequences of violence, action, language, and thematic elements

There you go.  

I was going to post the gif, but it didn't last long enough.  Old Scarlett the Harlot.  

And for a second, one wonders why Anderson did it.  

Moving on, nobody wonders why Trump caved on the Epstein thing.  He still holds the cards.  He could release them, as everyone points out, so even with congressional approval, he'll still be able to edit what is released.  Boy oh boy, though. . . how about that Clinton, huh?  

What would you do if you were a billionaire?  Would you indulge your pleasures and fantasies or would you live the Boy Scout life of Bill Gates?

Oh. . . wait. . . . 

I don't blame Musk.  I blame the rest of you.  Y'all let him have that much money.  It's ridiculous.  

What else?  Oh!  I went to the bank yesterday.  I needed to get a roofing permit notarized.  But I also "did some banking."  I don't know what that means, but I ended up making some money and will be making some more money in the future.  Is this what people do?  The fellow helping me with the notary thing kept asking questions about my finances.  He took me in to see a woman in the big office.  She would help me set up a money-making credit card.  She asked about my finances, too, and my mother's.  She said she would like to talk to me about what I planned to do.  

"Everybody wants to talk to you if you have a little money.  If you don't, they don't even offer you the free cup of coffee."

Even she had to laugh.  But she had a good one of her own.  

"Who are you going to leave everything to when you die?  Have you thought about that?"

"Yes, I do.  But I don't like anyone enough to leave them my stuff.  Everyone sooner or later does something to piss me off."

I told my mother about it later when I got back to her house.  

"What are you going to do?" she asked.  

"Who cares?  I'll be dead."

I will say, though, making money gave me a bit of a chubby.  I understand a bit more how the Greedheads feel most of the time.  

"Daddy's financially fit."

It is like being professional athlete in a way.  Sort of a superpower.  

I might do some more.  And that's the sure way I'll go broke.  Trust me.  

"Everybody's got money now," I told the bank lady.  

"Not everybody.  Just here in this town."

That's what I meant.  I drive out of my little town's city limits from time to time.  But how do all those boys afford those muscle cars with the loud assed pipes and those god awful loud car stereos?  

There are all kinds of wealth, I guess.  

I have cousins who are hillbilly rich.  You know what I mean.  

"My family and I are emotionally rich.  I wouldn't trade that for Trump money."

Reminds me of that song. 

Still at the end of every hard day
People find some reason to believe

 Me?  I just overestimate myself, but that keeps getting harder every day.  

"Hey boy, what're you doing?"

"Carving a wooden duck."

What can I say?