I want to tell the world to go to hell!

 want enough money to tell everyone I dislike to go to Hell; I want to own a baseball team, I want a vintage Jaguar XKE and a property on Martha's Vineyard and another one in La Jolla and a mountain cabin in New Mexico and I want every new computer gadget as soon as it comes out and I want to go to Ireland and I want to go to Florida and I want lobster for dinner whenever the Hell I want and I want shoes just like Dorothy's and I want a 15-1/2 carat heart shaped diamond ring set in platinum and I want an emerald necklace and an opal bracelet and a personal staff of servants to clean up after me and haul my ass around and I want Versace gowns and I want Manolo Blahnik shoes and I want Chanel bags and I want a real leopard (not the fur -- the live animal) and I want a ranch in Boulder and I want fresh fruit and ginger cookies whenever I want them and I want a full library, one you'd need a building for and I want a telescope and I want a real diamond tiara and I want a Detroit Red Wings jersey and a Bob Feller HOF Bobblehead Doll and I want to go to UCLA and finish my degree and I want to own a restaurant, a garden shop and a nightclub. And I don't care if I share any of it or not. I probably would but it would also be nice to tell people to go to Hell if I felt like it.

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