"I knew I shouldn't have chosen a beach holiday in England," she said.
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"I knew I shouldn't have chosen a beach holiday in England," she said.
Don't worry about being a s s holish, I ran the sentence on because I wanted a long sentence. It is a long multi clause sentence just like you would find in a David Foster Wallace or Thomas Pynchon book.
The steady throbbing in her head faded as she thought of the safe vault stuffed with cash.
I could’ve stuffed that vault with anything, she thought - Dollars, Pounds, Yen, Pesos, Reals, Rupees - why, in God’s name, did I choose Euros?
Another thought came to her, perhaps Frau Merkel and the Bundesbank would be able to prop the Euro up despite its threatened breakup.
"Might work, but I ain't holding my breath, if you know what I mean," said the seemingly telepathic man on the sand next to Emily, a man who oddly enough was wearing a full set of Navy Frogman gear.
Some people... :mad2:Quote:
Originally Posted by tonywalt
"I'll go by fishing boat until I catch sight of the Jersey coastline and then scuba my way to Point de Vol - he had better be there this time!", as he stabbed the map with his index finger.
At the word Jersey, Emily sat up quickly, recalling that the Euros were stashed in an offshore Jersey bank account to avoid paying UK tax rates.
Emily snapped her fingers, "Move it, neoprene-man, we've gotta get our Euro stash safely to an island account, with our Confederate Dollars."
Neoprene-man looked at Emily and said, " Jersey is already an island account , but I'm not sure about Confederate dollars, maybe I ought to phone a friend who is domiciled in the Cayman Islands where the money would be currently beyond the reach of the UK government.
Emily calmly stated "The Cayman Islands is a UK Overseas Territory and has tax treaties with both the UK and the US, as such all new business had to provide proof of tax compliance prior to establishing any kind of financial structure".
While listening to Emily, Neoprene-man began removing his flippers and wiggling out of his frogman suit; then standing there naked on the beach, he checked the hour on his over-sized wristwatch, popped a Ricola lozenge, and began digging through his kit bag for his heavy wool sweater, leather knee britches, and hobnail boots, "Grab my alphorn, baby, we're going to Switzerland."
(Too much?)
She frowned and turned away from him in displeasure, which caused him to cross his woolly arms and say, "Some days I don't know what's more difficult, being your first lover or your second cousin."
On hearing this, Emily grabbed his alpenhorn, put it to her lips and did this:
http://youtu.be/qVBmWGLzSpM