(You can see where this one is gonna go, can’t ye?)
Try the all new Jeff Epstein soap-on-a-rope, where you can shower and soap away all your blues and lawsuits and those many people who might hate you –
-- for being rich, right? For having cool friends in high places. If you don’t know them, you will soon enough … hell, they’ll come to you … as long as they say the right password and do the secret handshake, then you can schmooze them on your private island again and again (Gates was there, what, around 30 times or so? That is one horny computer geek – I saw “Revenge of the Nerds”, I know what those pervs think about all the time – and it ain’t writing code).
But if you get caught …
A thick bar of minty soap hanging from a rope that can be pulled out from the soap’s hollow interior to a length of about five feet. That should be enough.
Of course, if you don’t like the soap, some fine gentlemen from high places can visit one dark and stormy night and help you take a cleansing shower …
If the soap runs out before you get your freedom – by any means available – then you get to be famous by being not alive anymore (and by being linked to a man who is gonna make some news and never mention your name … maybe once to say he didn’t REALLY know you, so it doesn’t count.)
