I'm Dick Havemore, I'm filthy rich, ask me anything.

[Jara sang]

Sitting here on my yacht moored in a small isolated bay(which I also own) on Grand Cayman. As I thumb through this month's issue of the Robb Report and call to my manservant for another vodka tonic, I'm wondering why you liberals don't go out and get jobs. I mean anybody can obtain the wealth I've amassed if they just work hard enough. Oh yeah I'm a republican and I'm the CFO of a large energy concern in the U.S. So go ahead fire away.

[Shell Beau]

1. I'll forgive you for all of that if you come by here and pick me up.

[Jara sang]

2. Are you in the Hamptons?

I'll be there in a week, Puffy's getting a new diamond encrusted Rolex and he's throwing a party to celebrate.

[Shell Beau]

4. Actually I am in Catalina! You can still swing by and

bring Puffy with you.

[SouthoftheBorderPaul]

3. You can't be *that* rich

that heap doesn't even have a helipad!

[Jara sang]

5. This is just my runabout

I find that it's easier to maneuver than my larger vessels. I use it to scoot between my place in the Caymans and my place on St. Bart's. Ahoy!