So, my friend and I got to talking. I don't recall much but I do recall this: She seemed obsessed with hidden treasure or riches. She may have been right. We lived well but no conspicuously so. We got to talking about the sailboat my Grandfather had.
The sailboat was 38' long. She said "So, he has a yacht?" or something like that to which I replied "Oh yeah, every nazi needs a yacht" and she spit her drink all over the place and choked. People seem to think its funny.
I don't know what I think about it but I do know this: It would seem that, indeed, every nazi needs a yacht.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
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