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I've been behaving very well lately.
Now it's time to go a little crazy....
Thursday crazy....

My website...
www.maxtutanoronha.com

I've told them, don't do it...
But the power of the media told them.
"just do it" ...
And I've said...
Now you should bark at the moon.
And petrified
They replied...
We'll have a meting...
The Stones, the bishop and the moon...
And they all lived happily ever after....
The End...

2nd e-mail to ....

I was speaking to my friends, my ultra filthy rich ones...
Well, we all have those and once in a while.
I feel like rambling my mouth and letting go of all of my frustrations.
Well, we all have those as well.

But not to bore you to death, let me go straight to the point.

I want to go to the super bowl, and the tickets just are getting higher, and higher and higher.
These people think that I'm rich, that I have my own airplane, a butler and 17,000.00 Jeffersons to spend in a single afternoon, and they are making my life very difficult at the moment.
So, I've decided to speak with my friend, Captain Bwana Caipirinha el Matador, and other adjectives that I'd not dare to speak publicly about it.
Senor Bwana, if I'm able to borrow the smallest plane from Ms. Oprah, would you kindly fly us over to watch the game?
Certainly, he replied ...
Thank God.
So, I called Ms. O. and asked her to lend me her plane, since she's got a couple of them, I thought that it wouldn't be a problem.

I've asked her to also throw in a couple of tickets for the super bowl, and I explained to her that my financial situation wasn't that good at this very moment due to the recession, lost of investments, lost of capital, the European crisis, the Greek dept, the global warming, the daughter in college, inflation, the rabbit that stoped to take a shit, and so on and so forth.

I've told her that I could not even think of watching the game on the TV, from the comfort of my own man cave.
Darling, I'll be thinking that everyone in there is a millionaire, that they all paid 17 g's for those tickets and why couldn't I be one of those lucky people?

I'm very upset my darling...
The conversation wasn't going too well, so, I immediately than made her a proposal that I thought that she could not refuse.

This is the deal:
I'll give you a book from my own private club, and this book is autographed by the Author, a friend of mine.
And I pulled out "Martha's Vine", from inside of my rain coat.
(It was raining that morning).
And I've told her with lot's of conviction in my voice.
I'll give you this book, and you will in return give me 4 tickets and the plane to go to the game.
She started thinking about it, and she almost said yes, but she replied.

"Four tickets?".
Yes ma'am.
I have to take Sam, Sheree and David.
But for one book?
Shassssshhhhh...
Ok, I'll give you two, the "Martha's Mirror" as well, but now, You'll need to give me four more tickets for it.
(Fair trade right)?
I have to pick up my friend Philippe and his wife, Mozart and Carol, Ana and Beto, Pierrick and Lau, Jiintonic in Switerland, Dal, Carlinhos and Yel, Luiz Castro and Claudia, maybe they are in Brazil or in India, Tommy Bass and Julie, not to far, just around the corner, and it all have to happen so fast.
Leley and Laura, Ma'am, I got to go get'm too, you know, I had the pleasure of meeting so many of you here, and you're all so wonderful.
I have to get all my nice friends that I've met in this community and go for a nice afternoon game.
I'll feel like a king.

Even after throwing the second book at her, she was not to convinced that it was a good deal.
(I think that having Bwana in command of the plane was bothering her)...
I don't understand, rich people are always thinking that we always want something from them.
I'll probably have to call Giselle B., she'll probably be kinder to us, besides, she'll be the first billionare model ever, and her hobbie will be playing ....

As a matter of a fact, I don't even like to watch american football.
It was only the thought.
So guys, if I don't score us the tickets, please forgive me.
The only think that I hope is that she doesn't think that I'm begging her, like the little chicken in my garden, when she wants to eat.
And until then.
Have a nice week...

(Next I'll speak with David, he'll probably be able to magically make them appear).

Yep, ya...
Don't make me have to use force, nor my political muscle, you don't know me...
(The last time that I had to use my political muscle I almost died, I had to change the light bulb in the attic and I almost fell).

Max

www.maxtutanoronha.com

www.maxtutanoronha.com

www.maxtutanoronha.com

www.maxtutanoronha.com

I was speaking to my friends, my ultra filthy rich ones...
Well, we all have those and once in a while.
I feel like rambling my mouth and letting go of all of my frustrations.
Well, we all have those as well.

But not to bore you to death, let me go straight to the point.

I want to go to the super bowl, and the tickets just are getting higher, and higher and higher.
These people think that I'm rich, that I have my own airplane, a butler and 17,000.00 Jeffersons to spend in a single afternoon, and they are making my life very difficult at the moment.
So, I've decided to speak with my friend, Captain Bwana Caipirinha el Matador, and other adjectives that I'd not dare to speak publicly about it.
Senor Bwana, if I'm able to borrow the smallest plane from Ms. Oprah, would you kindly fly us over to watch the game?
Certainly, he replied ...
Thank God.
So, I called Ms. O. and asked her to lend me her plane, since she's got a couple of them, I thought that it wouldn't be a problem.

I've asked her to also throw in a couple of tickets for the super bowl, and I explained to her that my financial situation wasn't that good at this very moment due to the recession, lost of investments, lost of capital, the European crisis, the Greek dept, the global warming, the daughter in college, inflation, the rabbit that stoped to take a shit, and so on and so forth.

I've told her that I could not even think of watching the game on the TV, from the comfort of my own man cave.
Darling, I'll be thinking that everyone in there is a millionaire, that they all paid 17 g's for those tickets and why couldn't I be one of those lucky people?

I'm very upset my darling...
The conversation wasn't going too well, so, I immediately than made her a proposal that I thought that she could not refuse.

This is the deal:
I'll give you a book from my own private club, and this book is autographed by the Author, a friend of mine.
And I pulled out "Martha's Vine", from inside of my rain coat.
(It was raining that morning).
And I've told her with lot's of conviction in my voice.
I'll give you this book, and you will in return give me 4 tickets and the plane to go to the game.
She started thinking about it, and she almost said yes, but she replied.

"Four tickets?".
Yes ma'am.
I have to take Sam, Sheree and David.
But for one book?
Shassssshhhhh...
Ok, I'll give you two, the "Martha's Mirror" as well, but now, You'll need to give me four more tickets for it.
(Fair trade right)?
I have to pick up my friend Philippe and his wife, Mozart and Carol, Ana and Beto, Pierrick and Lau, Jiintonic in Switerland, Dal, Carlinhos and Yel, Luiz Castro and Claudia, maybe they are in Brazil or in India, Tommy Bass and Julie, not to far, just around the corner, and it all have to happen so fast.
Leley and Laura, Ma'am, I got to go get'm too, you know, I had the pleasure of meeting so many of you here, and you're all so wonderful.
I have to get all my nice friends that I've met in this community and go for a nice afternoon game.
I'll feel like a king.

Even after throwing the second book at her, she was not to convinced that it was a good deal.
(I think that having Bwana in command of the plane was bothering her)...
I don't understand, rich people are always thinking that we always want something from them.
I'll probably have to call Giselle B., she'll probably be kinder to us, besides, she'll be the first billionare model ever, and her hobbie will be playing ....

As a matter of a fact, I don't even like to watch american football.
It was only the thought.
So guys, if I don't score us the tickets, please forgive me.
The only think that I hope is that she doesn't think that I'm begging her, like the little chicken in my garden, when she wants to eat.
And until then.
Have a nice week...

(Next I'll speak with David, he'll probably be able to magically make them appear).

Yep, ya...
Don't make me have to use force, nor my political muscle, you don't know me...
(The last time that I had to use my political muscle I almost died, I had to change the light bulb in the attic and I almost fell).

Max