For the life of me I can’t remember the title of a book I read years ago where the main character is a wealthy man who spends his fortune concocting events for his amusement. He’d smoke cigars rolled in hudred dollar bills. These logs remind me of that book.

(time lapse: imagine gears of memory spinning) 

Ah, got it. The Magic Christian by Terry Southern. If only all billionaires were like Guy Grand, spending his money for a good laugh. |via UberReview|

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