Heh, Bill Gates is so Rich his Account Number is 2!

He's so Rich, his Account Number is "Hi, I'm Bill Gates"

What I'd do if I had that number...

"I'll take it all in pennies..."
"Sir, Earth does not have that much copper."

Heh, I'd have even more money then Bill Gates ever had!

Or...

"I'll put it all on 11 Black."

If I had Bill Gate's bank account number:

*Walks into IHOP, completely nude.*

Manager: Now looky here, Nakedy McNopants, we have a no shirt, no shoes, no service policy at this here restaurant-

*Holds up a wad of cash worth $1,000,000.*

Manager: So will it be smoking or non, sir?

Nein: Smoking...is wrong.

Manager: Of course sir. We are a smoke free environment, after all.

*Manager Dashes over to nearest smoker, picks him up, and hurls him out a closed window. The rest of the smokers see the bloodied man and stealthily inch their way out of the building.*

Manager: Well, let me take you to your seat. And may I state that you look positively fetching in your outfit.

Nein: Why thank you. Have a $300.

I'd buy a copy of Windows XP for every Windows user who ever got harassing messages claiming that their copies of Windows were "not genuine," regardless of guilt or innocence. My poor mother gets those messages on her computer every day, and she had NO idea it wasn't genuine...so yeah, FREE GENUINE copies of Windows for anybody who wants 'em!

Also, I'd pay for someone to bitchslap the person/people at Microsoft who came up that idea...at least every 5 minutes for a week.

*Grins* You all are going to hate me for this one...

"If you found Krylo or Fifth in your bed..."

You say it like it would get the same reaction... I mean, if it was fifth, I'd light myself on fire and jump out a window while screaming "WHY!!!!??"

But I dunno about krylo... I could have some fun with that...
but seriously, there would be a homicide/suicide spree in either case

How did you get here, and why are you wearing my tiara?

*opens door*
*Krylo/Fifth look up at me*

Me: Guys, seriously, I said to use the den. That's why it's there. And take your clothes off, too. I don't want you stinking man-love all day tomorrow. If you're going to do it, do it all the way.

*close door*

*realize what exactly happened, then face melts off*

Death by dutch oven.

Some things are too foul for even Krylo to stand.

"If you found Krylo or Fifth in your bed..."
 

Loki open’s the door to his room, expecting a nice warm place with much loud computer noises…

Loki: “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to intrude… wait, who the… *erp!*”

So many thoughts would pass through my mind as I suddenly die from the resultant aneurism...

a) How did they get past the traps/assorted junk strewn around the property that is quite possibly hazardous to one's health?
b) Ah, so that’s what a disembodied skull smells like.
c) Dear God, what have they done to my sheets?!?