Voice Mail

[under_the_radar]

This is Daniel. You know the drill. I'll get back to you later.

Comments

[under_the_radar]

It's should be. It's literally worth more than everything else you own and it'll cost you half that again to keep it in moorings every year.

[weatherornot]

It's worth way, way more than half of what I own.

[under_the_radar]

I know. That's why I said it's worth more than everything else you own. Half of your net worth every year is what it'll cost to keep it.

[weatherornot]

Nope, don't even have enough for that.

But there was a ton of shit inside it I sold to make some cash.

[under_the_radar]

Do you want me to make some calls? I might be able to find a buyer...

[weatherornot]

Thanks, but not just yet.

[under_the_radar]

Okay. So what are you doing with it in the meantime?

[weatherornot]

Throw parties and admire it. Maybe pet it.

[under_the_radar]

You could run booze cruises.

[weatherornot]

But then I can't drink. That's no fun.

[under_the_radar]

You could hire a captain.

[weatherornot]

I hope those come cheap.

[under_the_radar]

I'm sure you could persuade one.

[weatherornot]

Can I sleep with my clients?

[under_the_radar]

I don't see why them being a client would stop you.

[weatherornot]

Sweeet.

[under_the_radar]

You can be, occasionally.

[weatherornot]

Flatterer. But I like it so that's okay.

[under_the_radar]

I'm working on my flattery. I'm told I have a tendency to stare at beautiful things.

[weatherornot]

You also drool a bit when you do it.

[under_the_radar]

I do not! Not all the time!

[weatherornot]

But sooooome times.

[under_the_radar]

Only when it's food.

[weatherornot]

It's kinda cute.

[under_the_radar]

It is not. It's gross and pervy.