Look, stop beating around the bush. When you take out all the money I spend on alcohol and strippers, and that huge party I threw in Alcatraz last summer for my birthday with all the sumo wrestlers, do I have enough for the jet ski?
Trust me, I've been to blind taste tests where you drink a little soda and spit it out so as to avoid over-consumption of caffeine, and there is a difference. I'm currently awaiting the vaunted return of Cedrique to see if I can buy that jet-ski that floats on Cherry Dr. Pepper. I wouldn't need to buy any more from the grocery after that- I'll just have Ced follow me around and use empty Dr. P bottles to bottle the delicious nectar of the gods for my own personal consumption (ced can have some to if he wants, but it's coming out of what I pay him for his accounting work. Remind me to bump his salary above $0 so I can have something to take out).
You lost me when you misspelled Vonted. I can't offer my accounting skills to someone as uneducated as you.
