I'm the biggest/best/richest Pistonheader ever...
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NinjaPower said:
I had a meeting with 2 guys the other week at work, and they would have absolutely and totally have fitted into this thread.
Both of them apparently 'risked everything' to combine their two rival businesses into one 'super-business' and have 'never looked back'.
They were both:
In their early 50's with sharply trimmed greying haircuts.
Absolutely mahogany, like they had spent the last 6 months either in Antigua or on a sunbed.
Had incredibly white teeth.
Wore daft chalkstripe suits and pink shirts, combined with rather loud ties.
Had watches on that practically looked like solid gold bars with a watch face on.
They then proceeded to get out their iPads and show me photographs of their business HQ, complete with themselves, standing grinning in their personal offices, which they had basically built as big as possible for themselves and had mahogany desks and framed photos of themselves on their own walls.
They didn't stop talking about how successful they were and how well their lives had turned out as 'Company Directors'.
They were possibly the most narcissistic egomaniac type people I have ever met.
I enjoyed meeting you :-)Both of them apparently 'risked everything' to combine their two rival businesses into one 'super-business' and have 'never looked back'.
They were both:
In their early 50's with sharply trimmed greying haircuts.
Absolutely mahogany, like they had spent the last 6 months either in Antigua or on a sunbed.
Had incredibly white teeth.
Wore daft chalkstripe suits and pink shirts, combined with rather loud ties.
Had watches on that practically looked like solid gold bars with a watch face on.
They then proceeded to get out their iPads and show me photographs of their business HQ, complete with themselves, standing grinning in their personal offices, which they had basically built as big as possible for themselves and had mahogany desks and framed photos of themselves on their own walls.
They didn't stop talking about how successful they were and how well their lives had turned out as 'Company Directors'.
They were possibly the most narcissistic egomaniac type people I have ever met.
this was the best
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
somewhere nearby? try miami then goes onto brag about what he did there.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
somewhere nearby? try miami then goes onto brag about what he did there.
austinsmirk said:
I'm thinking of buying an ignis. 100% outright in cash
Beat that.
Look, there's willy waving and being a bit showy-offy, that's fair enough, you've done something you've worked hard for and want to let people know..Beat that.
But that's just obscene, cash for ignis? Jesus wept, that's so ostentatious it's beyond tasteless,
You disgust me.
Recently on another thread in here I have been accused of actually being HM Queen Elizabeth II, posting anonymously on here. So if that's true, up yours to the lot of you. Although if I'm going to do any willie waving, it'll have to be Philip's.
Philip? I say Philip? Come here lover, we've got a film to shoot. Bring the custard.
Philip? I say Philip? Come here lover, we've got a film to shoot. Bring the custard.
of course if you really have money, you don't discuss it: so, so far, you've all failed !!!
The one amusing tale I can give you (which I have posted before):
my sister runs a stately home for, well lets say someone linked to the aristocracy. (think downton abbey etc)
The "lady" of the house was having a fit about "that damn van, that bloody van, that horrible truck": "been left outside on a driveway somewhere", "been like that for months", "sick of seeing it".
My sister had no idea what she was on about. after some wandering around the estate, bit of probing.......... it turned out to be a brand new, LWB landrover defender that had been bought for the "lady" as a birthday gift, for the shooting season.
Now thats real wealth: when you don't even know or can recall what cars you own and refer to a fairly obvious car icon as a "van/truck".
I suspect 100% of PH'er's, even the rich ones, know what is parked in their garage (s).
The one amusing tale I can give you (which I have posted before):
my sister runs a stately home for, well lets say someone linked to the aristocracy. (think downton abbey etc)
The "lady" of the house was having a fit about "that damn van, that bloody van, that horrible truck": "been left outside on a driveway somewhere", "been like that for months", "sick of seeing it".
My sister had no idea what she was on about. after some wandering around the estate, bit of probing.......... it turned out to be a brand new, LWB landrover defender that had been bought for the "lady" as a birthday gift, for the shooting season.
Now thats real wealth: when you don't even know or can recall what cars you own and refer to a fairly obvious car icon as a "van/truck".
I suspect 100% of PH'er's, even the rich ones, know what is parked in their garage (s).
I'm not a bragging man but I've never bought a watch under 5k. Sure, that £10 Casio will tell the time accurately enough, but when was life ever about being 'good enough'? My business associates and social circles I move in dictate that my timepiece is an advertisement of my exacting standards. I seek perfection in all aspects of my life, not just my chronograph. My wife is well presented at all times, and after coitus I demand that she removes herself from the room and makes good her appearance. The sight of her sweaty, flushed face makes me nauseous. My children know how high my standards are, one year Tobias (aged 18 months) soiled himself at the junior yacht club, seriously harming his future chances of becoming chairman - I had no choice but to cancel his subscription to Young Entrepreneur magazine until he reached 2 years of age. Did I mention my watch?
V8Ford said:
I'm not a bragging man but I've never bought a watch under 5k. Sure, that £10 Casio will tell the time accurately enough, but when was life ever about being 'good enough'? My business associates and social circles I move in dictate that my timepiece is an advertisement of my exacting standards. I seek perfection in all aspects of my life, not just my chronograph. My wife is well presented at all times, and after coitus I demand that she removes herself from the room and makes good her appearance. The sight of her sweaty, flushed face makes me nauseous. My children know how high my standards are, one year Tobias (aged 18 months) soiled himself at the junior yacht club, seriously harming his future chances of becoming chairman - I had no choice but to cancel his subscription to Young Entrepreneur magazine until he reached 2 years of age. Did I mention my watch?
BULLs
t!(But very, very well done)
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