Mr G
(Here are more pics as promised. Apologies for the delay. )
The Life and Times of Mr Gazillionaire
Mr G wakes up and checks his babies in his garage. His mind is still groggy from the heavy partying with the supermodels from the night before, but the sight of these warms his consciousness with pleasure.
Next, he casts his gaze on a pair of italian beauties he just obtained.
He could not decide which one, so he took them both. Which is what happened with the supermodels from last night too. Man, I gotta stop this heavy lifestyle, he thinks to himself while he lights up his first cigar of the morning. The cuban aroma pierces through his hangover somewhat.
He mulls over the recent Gemballa Mirage modifications, or mods as some the youngsters in car forums call them, and wonder if it was money well-spent.
It was, he reminds himself. Life is good.
Ironically, the girls prefers his run-about car. Must be the colour. Girls will be girls, he chuckles.
Ah well, time to get back to the sleeping beauties. As he closes his garage door, he casts one last look at his Mirage. La dolce vita indeed...
