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Something about summer coming to a close that gets the blood a-boiling. No more lazy summer days, lollygagging in the hammock with small, cute forest creatures catering to my every whim. I'm going to make some money. And I don't mean the wishy-washy chump change. I'm talking serious bucks. No more Mr. Niceguy. No-o-o-osir-r-rie Bob. From now on, it's all about the money.

Cold hard cash. Buy low sell higher. Dollareenies. Moolah. Gimme the green. I'm opening up a big can of whoopcash and putting a million dollar bill on my forehead. Bring it on. I'm gonna to brush my teeth with hundred dollar bills, travel to lands far away in my own private jet, cruise down to the islands on a whim, heck, buy the islands, set the people free and let them pay taxes to ME. Six mansions in six different countries around the world including a chateau in France and a villa in the Riviera. My staff will have staff. I'll be courted by the rich and famous for membership in their golf clubs, attendance at their polo parties, sought after to marry daughters and asked to be godfather to their grandchildren.

Ummm, so got a spare million? Seed money. I'll give you bragging rights.

Tomorrow: how to spend a million dollars in 24 hours.