Drunk Love Sub

I am at the helm of my pimpin submarine. Funk music pumps after the morning joint and yoga session. Every surface is covered in plush leather, chrome fixtures, the finest engineering, I made a deal with bill gates to lend him my engineers to build his sub.





After a trip around the world the crew and I have decided that things aren't so bad in the USA. On our most recent visit to the middle east the women have a new acesserory, the stylish m-14a automatic assault rifle, " hay,bebe, nice piece" , Sure we rob and plunder with gold reaching twenty year highs of 725+ and the euro and pound gaining nearly a dime on the dollar. Who wouldn't try to get their hands on the yellow stuff. The federal reserve announced that they will no longer publish the amount of dollars in circulation.




This is HUGE financial news. In only seven months the price of gold has nearly doubled. The boat was sinking so we got a gold funk sub. With the dollar losing unprecedented ground everyday, the rich like me, get richer and the poor, we'll they definitely don't have a funk sub. The thing that makes me wonder is how the national media isn't making a big deal of this. It's probably one of the biggest, fastest pushes of inflation we've seen since the great depression. The funny thing is that nobody understands, probably 1 in twenty people I talk to about this subject are knowledgeable enough to even have an opinion. Most people look at me and agree and hope I'll move on or they make it known they don't GAF. On the funk sub only one currency rules, love babies, love.